Post by Jess on Mar 29, 2022 15:54:42 GMT -5
HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?
So… This is the place, hm? The sea little issue for a woman like this but the wait more so, Claudia Carbone couldn't help but stifle a yawn and the sentiment of sleepiness which accompanied it as she stepped off the deck of the oh so generously loaned craft which had brought her and her cronies, and surveyed the scene around her. The vision of the vixen tightening as she scrutinized the shabby state of a bunch of buildings which littered the area around the port and the smoking stacks in the distance behind them, all that the beryl beauty could see abounding around her was neglect, both by owners and the people who owned them as well, and frankly, even a woman like her found that a little offensive.
Talk about your fixer uppers…? Knowing that this place, this 'Spider Miles', was once ran by a figure who had gone on to bigger and better things more than ten years ago and it looking like little had been done to assist it since, it looked a mix of equal parts brick-built shanty town and junkyard, and frankly had she been in charge of such a locale then she would have certainly seen fit to polish at least some of the grime away. It seeming however that whichever party who had inherited it in the interim had less interest in simple standards however, the dilapidated state of the place only appeared to stand as a greater contrast with her own refined image in a fur coat and jewels, and made both her and the sharply suited group of attendants she stood with look totally alien by comparison. Though really, given the places her work took her, that was nothing new, was it?
"What're your orders, boss?"
“…You know why we're here.” For the moment having to prioritise her own wants over those of the populace as the lead goon with whom she had arrived piped up and asked for direction as always, it was unclear whether her lingering interest in the area around her or the simple privilege of authority was the reason for a delayed response in reply to his question, but finally did a dry tone emerge from the dark dish to answer him in a cool and matter of fact fashion as well.
“See what you can find out about the place? Who the players are, what the people think about them?” Certainly distanced from the people beneath her but that sense of detachment natural for a woman in her position, there was almost a sense of annoyance in how she waved her hand in half a shrug as she did the thinking on behalf of the group, and then gestured to both literal and more figurative avenues of pursuit which her men could follow to achieve their objective.
"And if we run into trouble…?"
“Keep your pistols in your pocket.” Good help so very hard to find however and so the relatively simple task of rooting out a potential problem seeming to fall upon the shoulders even of this young and moderately successful young lady of crime, though she was the youngest person in this gang she was also the most apt and experienced, and so had quickly established herself as the brains of this and many other operations.
“I want to see what we're dealing with here, before I make my mind up?” After all these men little more than thugs without the right kind of tender touch that only someone as skilled as she could provide, Claudia could only imagine the carnage they could cause without a strong hand holding their leash so firmly, but then that was the point one supposed. One needed rough as much as smooth in her kind of business, so it was useful having a few scary faces hanging about, even if she did seem to need to play 'mother' more often than she might have otherwise enjoyed…
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