- Jul 1, 2018
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March. It was the time where the weather wasn't so great in Austria. A time, where they were coming out of the harsh winter months. But rain, was going to be the worst of it. Salzburg was beautiful city, one of Austria's main tourist cities as it contained so much to view. It bordered Germany and with the wait to negotiate with their neighbours, the Government hoped a future trade agreement could bring more to Austria and to Salzburg.
The Shamrock Pub. One of the many Irish pubs that littered Salzburg was one a popular hotspot. It was a Friday evening time where it was busy, at the bar sat a rather well dressed man. He was well built, but his beard locked around his mouth and face. Smoking a cigarette, he looked around the pub. He looked towards his watch and then once more around the pub. He sighed. But it wasn't long till another man sat down next to him. Making no eye contact, a smirk would bewittle his face.
"Took your time." He remarked. He turned to the barmaid. "Make it two beers." The bar maid nodded, as he turned his head back around looking at the pub.
"Yeah well, traffic isn't so great at this time of the day. Anyway. We have a few potential suppliers that are in mind." The other man replied. "I don't know how we are going to do this Marcus." He placed several sheets of paper on the bar and moved it over to him. His eyes was bright red, bloodshot clearly tired from what he had been up to. The well dressed man, known as "Marcus" would grab each sheet of paper as he scrolled through them. They were stapled together and well prepared. He left his cigarette in his mouth as he began to read through each sheet, carefully and to ensure he took in each detail at every possibility.
"So.. what do you think?" The barmaid had returned with the two Heinekens. The other male drank as he awaited an answer.
"This one." Marcus pointed. "The rest... are too inactive."
"Are you sure?" The other man looked confused. "They're making a lot of noise at the moment."
"Yes. That is correct...Which will mean they'll be desperate to make more money then ever. Set up a meet with them. They'll need to come here as where they are... is a warzone." Marcus had replied.
"Very well. That will be done, boss." The man nodded, as he downed the last of his drink and left the pub. Once he left, he had returned home where he began to send a message through encrypted channels to the Juarez and Sinaloa cartel. Wishing to meet. Drivindeath
The Shamrock Pub. One of the many Irish pubs that littered Salzburg was one a popular hotspot. It was a Friday evening time where it was busy, at the bar sat a rather well dressed man. He was well built, but his beard locked around his mouth and face. Smoking a cigarette, he looked around the pub. He looked towards his watch and then once more around the pub. He sighed. But it wasn't long till another man sat down next to him. Making no eye contact, a smirk would bewittle his face.
"Took your time." He remarked. He turned to the barmaid. "Make it two beers." The bar maid nodded, as he turned his head back around looking at the pub.
"Yeah well, traffic isn't so great at this time of the day. Anyway. We have a few potential suppliers that are in mind." The other man replied. "I don't know how we are going to do this Marcus." He placed several sheets of paper on the bar and moved it over to him. His eyes was bright red, bloodshot clearly tired from what he had been up to. The well dressed man, known as "Marcus" would grab each sheet of paper as he scrolled through them. They were stapled together and well prepared. He left his cigarette in his mouth as he began to read through each sheet, carefully and to ensure he took in each detail at every possibility.
"So.. what do you think?" The barmaid had returned with the two Heinekens. The other male drank as he awaited an answer.
"This one." Marcus pointed. "The rest... are too inactive."
"Are you sure?" The other man looked confused. "They're making a lot of noise at the moment."
"Yes. That is correct...Which will mean they'll be desperate to make more money then ever. Set up a meet with them. They'll need to come here as where they are... is a warzone." Marcus had replied.
"Very well. That will be done, boss." The man nodded, as he downed the last of his drink and left the pub. Once he left, he had returned home where he began to send a message through encrypted channels to the Juarez and Sinaloa cartel. Wishing to meet. Drivindeath