RENDEZVOUS [c- pere]
Feb 27, 2015 0:05:03 GMT -5
Post by MISS PINK on Feb 27, 2015 0:05:03 GMT -5
Arlen had a plan. It was a simple one, one that he was not particularly keen on but after sending Kellen in to look about, he decided it was his best bet to take a little debt that could be easily paid off. He was a man that planned ahead and looked ahead. He did not shoulder debt from anyone, even if that meant taking a great burden upon himself. Arlen was aging. The Skoda family was faltering at the moment, leading him to believe that they needed the extra muscle. If they intended on taking Cascaro by force, they would need a great deal more than what they had.
So he had sent a simple message. Two 'diplomatic leaders' would meet at the rendezvous point in order to discuss ways they could benefit one another. One wanted power, one wanted influence, but both had a common goal. They could do great things together if Arlen saw fit, or Arlen could cut ties as soon as necessary. All the same he saw their common goal and decided at the moment it seemed appropriate to offer his services. If all paid off, both parties would get where they needed to be seamlessly. In the worst case he would have a new enemy if all went sour, but Arlen had plenty of enemies to deal with. What was another?
So he found himself walking straight into a potential trap. It was a turning point. It could either go smoothly or crash and burn, but he could not risk backup. It would be an offense to such an organization to establish distrust right off the bat, even Arlen was aware of that. He merely mentioned to Kellen where he was going and what he was up to. He reminded his most trustworthy lackey that if he was not back by the next day Kellen had permission to go after him. Until that moment, Arlen was completely on his own, something he had to grow accustomed to upon arrival in Cascaro. There was too much work to do to have a lackey by his side constantly.
Cold, ocean air blew hard over the the landscape and brought a chill down his spine. The don moved at a relatively slow pace as he neared the beach, eyes scanning the horizon with cold detachment as dusk began to settle. The sun was sinking behind the ocean and Arlen remained ever alert for his approaching opposite party. It had been a long time since the wolfhound had negotiated anything. 'Back in the old days we simply rolled over those who dared to oppose us. Or better yet we killed them all.'
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