the strong defeat the weak . kaplan
Dec 2, 2020 23:36:29 GMT -5
Post by cass on Dec 2, 2020 23:36:29 GMT -5
"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.