"Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring Being a bitch is my kink What the fuck else did you think?"
The plan was moving smoothly, the shipment had been swiftly intercepted, a carriage of drugs headed for seven now safely in Octavia’s hands. She leaned back in her chair, cigar between teeth as she turned her gaze to the files sitting on her desk. She’d been going over the socio-economic reports for the district for the last few months. A map of the district was spread out beneath the files, rad markings highlighting the best locations for the most effective spread of death.
It had taken a lot of work trying to pin down the most optimal locations to increase the spread of drugs throughout the slums. Based on her calculations the impact of the drugs would fester and begin to show results in a year or two, perhaps three. She was hopeful that the pins would begin to fall in place, bodies revealing themselves under the moonlight before the next elections. Perhaps, the increase in deaths within the shit parts of the districts could be smoothly buried with a new victor. Well, even if there was no new victor the Peacekeepers were wrapped around her fingers, hiding deaths and murders wasn’t as complicated as it seemed.
Those without a voice tended to be buried beneath the strength of those with power.
The door to her office opened, her assistant's head popping in, “Mayor Strauss, Mr. Gideon Flynn has arrived for his appointment.”
Octavia looked up from the files, pushing them into a pile as she took a long drag of her cigar. The smoke billowed past her lips as she spoke, “you can let him in, Patricia.”
A few moments later Gideon Flynn entered her office, he was a tall man with a rather handsome face that Octavia admired for a moment. She placed her cigar between her teeth, waving her hand to the open chairs in front of her desk as she turned her gaze back to the map.
“Gideon,” she said by way of greeting, “thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and speak with me.”
She knew all about his activities, a name carefully selected through thoughtful process as one of the best ways of achieving her goals. He was a drug smuggler and a man capable of the type of horrendous tasks she needed fulfilled. Those of the same mind tended to flock together if they could keep their knives out of each other’s backs. She had no intention of ruining this opportunity, wanting to use his skill set for her gain and the improvement of the district.
Octavia placed the cigar on the ashtray, blowing out the last breath as she stood, she walked to the drinks cart by her desk, raising an eyebrow at her guest as she poured to glasses of scotch. Placing the glass in front of him she moved back to her chair, easing into the padded chair.
“I know you have some vague information on why I’ve asked you here, but essentially, I want to use your skills to shift drugs into these points throughout the district.” She pointed to the map, finger moving over the red marks, she reached for a file, handing it to Gideon.
“That file gives you the locations of the best spots for optimal spread. However, I’m no criminal, not like you, so I wanted your opinion on these locations. Do you also agree that they’re the best?” She took a sip of her drink.
Post by D1M Coach DeLuxe [Kaplan] on Dec 8, 2020 16:14:52 GMT -5
Not many people aside from Mr. Flynn himself knew what he truly did for a living. To the outside world, he was just a wealthy businessman. Of course, this was purely a façade, hiding a plethora of much darker secrets beneath it. The fact that he smuggled drugs was just scratching the surface of the crimes he committed to keep himself afloat and wealthy. He wasn't a good man and never had been. Then again, he didn't even need to be a criminal to be one of society's cockroaches. The actual businessmen of the District were enough of conmen themselves to qualify as such.
Recently, Miss Daidom had informed Flynn of a rumor buzzing about among those who worked for him. One of the shipments that they had planned to intercept that was travelling from one District to another- a much larger amount of drugs than Flynn and his crew typically dealt with, but they'd wanted to take this time- had someone else get to it first.
Now, Flynn didn't want trouble beyond what he usually caused, so he stayed out of it. He told his men to abandon their mission, which of course, they obliged. He figured it best not to interfere with someone else who seemingly had more power than him in the industry, despite whomever it was staying under the radar for so long. He wasn't sure how he didn't know who'd done this, as he was pretty well acquainted with most of the individuals who wanted to compete with him.
It took a few days for things to come to the surface and finally allow for Flynn to put together the pieces of the puzzle. Someone had directly contacted Mr. Flynn and had told him that the mayor requested his presence in her office. The new mayor, Octavia Strauss, was someone Flynn had taken a liking to during her campaign. Between the way she treated Marcasite Obsidian- the brother of Flynn's biggest disappointment thus far- and the way that she spoke with confidence, knowing what she wanted and how she was going to achieve it, he'd decided to give her his vote.
Knowing what this woman had expressed as her desires during her campaign, however, he had some suspicions. Although in different words, she'd said that she wanted to craft a big enough populus of strong careers within District Two in order to produce the victor that the District had been so desperately lacking in the past many years. Surely, despite not saying that, it meant that, in a way, she wanted to get rid of the non-careers and the not-so-good careers.
He hadn't put all the pieces together yet, but Flynn guessed that, since he'd been called forth to assist her with something, despite not being told what exactly he'd be helping with, she was up to something criminal. Flynn wasn't the type to rat out other criminals, of course, though- especially not when he liked the idea of what they were up to, and from what he could tell, he liked her ideas.
Now, he did still have the inkling that she'd interfered with his most recent drug heist. If she had, she may not have meant to interfere with him in particular, seeing as she was now employing his help. Therefore, he would make certain that, should the topic be brought up, he wouldn't be the one to do it.
What Octavia would have wanted with the drugs, at first Flynn wasn't certain. Only time would tell, however, if she even truly was the one who'd intercepted the shipment.
When Flynn arrived at the mayor's office for the appointment they'd scheduled for him (Monday Daidom was watching over things while he was gone), he gave his name. This was something he was often hesitant to do, and therefore frequently went by an alias. Seeing as the mayor already knew who he was, though, he refrained from his usual antics, and gave his full name, Gideon Flynn.
The woman he'd given his name to left for a moment, then returning to tell him to follow her. He complied, and she led him to where Octavia was. He entered the room and saw the mischievous mayor sitting at her desk, cigar in hand.
“Gideon,” she greeted him, “thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and speak with me.”
Normally, people referred to him by his last name, Flynn, rather than Gideon. Either this woman was unaware, or simply didn't care. Regardless, he wasn't in a position to correct her.
He gave a polite nod.
"Miss Strauss," he returned the greeting. "Thank you for your invitation."
He kept it short and sweet. He wasn't one for small talk. Luckily, she got straight to the point.
She poured him a glass of scotch, set it in front of him, and began to explain.
“I know you have some vague information on why I’ve asked you here, but essentially, I want to use your skills to shift drugs into these points throughout the district.”
The woman points to some red marks on a map- the slums of District Two. Now, he understood. She was going to eliminate the weak of the District using drugs. Of course, not everyone in the slums of Two was weak, but he wouldn't express that. He grew up in the slums himself and had seen it all, and sure, she was right for the most part, and he supposed that was all that mattered.
She handed Flynn a file before speaking again.
“That file gives you the locations of the best spots for optimal spread. However, I’m no criminal, not like you, so I wanted your opinion on these locations. Do you also agree that they’re the best?” She took a sip of her drink, and Flynn cleared his throat.
"Assuming I understand what your objective is here," he began, "Your goal is to bring drugs to the slums of Two, taking out the weaker and less… useful, parts of the population, yes?"
He paused for a moment.
"If that's the case, then I would say you're correct. These are weak points in the District. Most of them are already drug-ridden to an extent, so spreading it deeper into the people there would be the best place to go."
He took a sip of his drink as well, looking to her for a response when he set it down. This could be an interesting and perhaps rather entertaining task, and he was looking forward to it.