Beam me up, Scotty!

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The warehouse reeked of gunpowder and rusted metal. The air was coarse with smoke, difficult to breathe in, and the floor was littered with freshly dead bodies. Even the old man, a veteran when it came dealing in this kind of business, the scene was a gloomy sight to behold. He bats an eye, a quick glance over the place was enough to tell him the place had been deserted – that is, abandoned by the ones that weren’t so unfortunate. Well, for the most part, it doesn't seem like anyone's lurking around in the shadows trying to get a last strike. His shoulders fall into a relaxed position and he stows his gun in its holder.

Garamond wasn’t typically one to initiate turf wars, but he didn’t refuse a fight when his establishment was threatened. After a short inspection of the area, he was quickly coming to realize their rival gang had been sitting on a little gold mine. The warehouse was filled with all sorts of investments. Raw materials, drugs, weapons, typical stuff for small organized crime groups– but what mattered is that they had a lot of it. ‘Finder’s keepers,’ he supposed. He scoops up a crowbar from the ground beneath him, glancing out towards the row of crates to his front. He lodges the bar's teeth into the upper-latch of the nearest crate and he gives a shove--

The top of the crate goes flying, hitting the horizontal wall with a clatter. Turns out the thing wasn't even bolted down.

"Huh."

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“You guess, huh?” Garamond laughs. “You’d better show some respect, girl. That was an expensive scarf your brother ruined. I’m guessing you two kids were involved in the little scrap that went on down at the warehouse, hm?”

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

She has the audacity to thumb her nose at him. "I'll pay you back!" she answers, defiantly, but it's more likely childish rebelliousness than anything more malicious. Turning away, she looks back at her brother, and then turns around on the bed to look Garamond in the eye, legs hanging off the edge. "It was just a job. Got kind of messy. When things started looking bad...I just dragged Evan with me and hid. So we're not higher-ups or anything! You won't get any information out of us no matter what kind of torture you t-try!"

[tunafish.livejournal.com]

“Bah ha ha!! Who needs information?” Garamond can’t help but crack a smile over the girls tough exterior. “Your boys are as good as dead, I’m afraid. You should feel lucky you two didn’t suffer the same. Little street gangs like yours aren’t any kind of threat to organizations like ours. I can tell you right now we don’t have any intention to torture you.”

He reaches for a letter sticking out from his front pocket. “—but we do have a business proposal for you. You’re looking a little under the weather. So I’ll let you sleep on it. But give it a look over, hm?”

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

After eying the folded piece of paper for a moment, Viana slowly reaches out to take it, pulling it towards her with only her middle and index finger, as if purposely trying to touch it as little as possible. There is suspicion written plainly all over her face, but she withholds from any smart comments for now. "...Okay," she answers sullenly, turning the letter over in her hands. She doesn't open it, perhaps waiting for her brother to wake up, perhaps waiting for just simple privacy. "I will...sir."

[tunafish.livejournal.com]

“Good.” He breathes out, offering the girl a nod. He gives her another once over. “You and your brother, you’re not addicted to drugs, are you? You going to be alright here for the night?”

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

"Nah, we'll be fine." She is either too used to the question to be offended, or too distracted to be. It's a pretty customary question in their profession, sadly enough, more common amongst the younger generations than the older (if you were older, it was assumed you just weren't addicted, else you wouldn't have survived that long). Viana shakes her head, and slowly, the tiredness seems to settle into her frame, now that she's had a confirmation of one night to 'think on it'. She had half-forced herself to stay awake in case Garamond suddenly barged in and started making demands for his help - like a kidney or a finger, or something. They didn't really have many of those to spare.

"I'll...wait until he wakes up, and then I will show it to him in the morning."

[tunafish.livejournal.com]

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop being a bother.” Another laugh from the older man as he dismisses himself. He finds some amusement in the young girl’s nonchalant response. She was quite the tomboy, Viana. He wasn’t particularly used to being spoken to on such equal terms, but he supposed the girl couldn’t help not knowing. "You two rest up. We've got some things to discuss in the morning."