<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/90/64/429064b2278e283c81a6e1c3d908178b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Arkady Krevchenko<br/><strong>Alias:</strong> Chimera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15603849#msg15603849)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured[Armor hidden beneath his clothes]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/5/2050 | 11pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> "Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jules<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Gang Activity</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> An hour ago, Arkady's right hand man Imran had informed his boss what he already knew, that at 11pm that night, they had a transaction set up with the "Razor Hogs", an Aryan biker gang that was involved in everything from Heroin to gun-running. And that was why they were meeting tonight. The man kept him honest, and was one of the only men in his employ who wasn't afraid to tell him when he was being stupid, or making a mistake. Not just because they were old friends, but because the man <em>needed</em> someone to tell it to him straight so his own power didn't go to his head. And because of his loyalty and dedication to his job, Imran was a very wealthy man who could ask Arkady for absolutely anything and have a good chance of getting it. Arkady had just gotten his hands on a "misplaced" shipment of ArmaTech KM3 Assault Rifles and Lancer 9mm machine pistols. It was amazing just what you could do with family in the military and the right amount of money to dish out to them and the people involved. It would be a while before the shipment, just one out of several dozen was reported missing, so the guns weren't hot...<em>yet</em>. But their were few people who could pay for that kind of firepower all at once, and Arkady didn't like making small deals when he didn't have to.<br/><br/> Sure they were harder to trace, but the more time you spent dealing with one type of item, the easier it got to track. This way, they'd get a big payday, and the guns would be gone forever; with nothing to tie them to him or his organization in any way. The meeting place was dig site that Herman Financial had been turning into a satellite office for their main HQ back in San Antonio, but had dropped their plans when they got a better deal closer to the city center. So Arkady being the businessman that he was, scooped up the property for nearly nothing, and now kept it on the books of one of his shell companies.<br/><br/> It was in one of the lower financial areas of the city known as "The Block", with dive bars and slow police response times being talking points in conversations about it. So an empty construction site on the edge of town didn't raise any eyebrows. That meant it was easy for him to set up cameras around the property, and use the high fences and unfinished buildings as meeting spots. Tonight he was doing just that, and at ten minutes to eleven, a small fleet of black SUVs and a single black van pulled up to the gate, and the on-site security waved them all through. Shortly before that, a much less uniform group had pulled in, with a few motorcycles, two pickups, and a minivan.<br/><br/> It didn't take long until roughly twenty men, ten from each side were all standing around, milling about. Each of them were visibly armed, with the Russian's having machine pistols on slings, and the bikers having their hodge podge of guns anywhere from hip holsters to shoulder holsters to just being shoved in the front of their pants. "Benjamin, my friend. It's good to see you healthy and well,", Arkady's lightly accented voice said as he stepped out of his truck, adjusted his suit, and walked forward with his hand outstretched towards a sandy blond haired man (https://i2.wp.com/www.filminquiry.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Shot-Caller-Feature.jpg?fit=1050%2C700&amp;ssl=1) with a handlebar moustache and more racist tattoos than stars in the sky.<br/><br/> "Good to see you too, Arkady. Especially when you come bearin' gifts, heheheh." The two men gave each other a firm handshake and after a bit of small talk, they decided to get down to business and two of Arkady's men set up a folding table and two chairs. As they were chatting, a small dispute broke out between one of the Hogs and one of his men, causing Arkady to loudly clear his throat as the two nearly came to blows. "Efrem...you and," he paused and looked to Benjamin who said the name "Higgs", with a pointed look at his own man. "You and <em>Higgs</em> have an issue so important you would interrupt Benjamin and myself in the middle of our business transaction?"  It was several tense moments before the man could no longer look Arkady in his eyes and lowered his head.<br/><br/> "No, you <em>answer</em> me. It was clearly urgent enough that your smarter friends held you both back, for which I commend them," Arkady said with a nod to the several men who'd jumped in and separated the two idiots.  "Sir...I made a joke. I said he looked like , how you say in English...ehhh Jax. From Sons of Anarchy. He does not speak Russian and I didn't feel like explaining."[/color] Looking at him in near disbelief, then to Benjamin who shared his glare, Arkady snapped a finger and he was brought a cigarette and a light. He offered one to Benjamin and lit both, then leaned back in his chair. <br/><br/>"So...to clarify. You made a joke in Russian. He rightfully asked what was so funny, and you wouldn't answer? It seems Mr. Higgs had every right to want to punch your face in. But, this is still a professional setting, and your boss, and his boss are in the middle of a very important transaction. One that brings us lots of money, and gets these men the weapons they need to do their jobs to the best of their ability.  And if Benjamin and I hadn't fostered our relationship over several years, then things could've gone much worse, do you agree?" The man sheepishly shook his head yes. <br/><br/>"So you're agreeing that you made a stupid fucking joke, and then played the asshole by not telling him what he wanted to know, which could've led to any number of us getting shot or arrested, or anything if the law got wind of the commotion...over a <em>fucking joke</em>?" He didn't shout, he didn't yell, but the cold edge in his voice was so sharp everyone could feel it. "You were told when you were brought in to this family that I expect professionalism, I expect loyalty, I expect the <em>best</em> from my men. And in return, I treat you well. You're paid a more than fair wage for your work, yes? <br/><br/>I don't ask anything too crazy considering our line of work, no? But yet, you bring such disrespect and ruin my hard earned reputation because you are...you Americans call it "dumb asshole", yes?" He looked to Ben, who confirmed with a wry smile and took another puff of his cigarette. This was why he dealt with Arkady. He liked how he did his work. "I should kill you here and now. Or better yet, let Mr. Higgs kill you, as I'm sure you'd want him dead if something similar happened. But, despite your idiocy today, you have done good work, and your father asked me as a personal favor to hire you, so out of respect for him....I give you a chance. Mr. Higgs!" The man turned to look at him, angry and confused. <br/><br/>"Five minutes. You and Efrem have five minutes to hash out your differences out back. As long as you don't try to kill him, I don't care what you do. You could stick his own finger up his ass and make him a puppet for all I care. But after, everything is left in the past, yes?" Higgs couldn't help grinning from ear to ear, then looked to his boss who gave him a wave to say it was all good. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate the opportunity to show him some respect," the man said as he very loudly cracked his knuckles. "Of course. You were wronged, and as it was his fault, he has to pay for the error in judgement he showed. And while you two...get to know each other, Benjamin and I will continue our business in peace. Mischa, you know the place. Take them and keep an eye so they don't kill each other." Mischa looked to both of them, then nodded his head to follow him. "Efrem," he said before they got too far. <br/><br/>"If you <em>ever</em> embarrass  or disrespect me like this again...I will turn your head until it faces the wrong way and drop you in a woodchipper. Are we understood?" The grown man was shivering in fear, and could only nod his head yes before following off to fight a very large, very angry biker. Once they left, he turned back to Benjamin, slicking his hair and ashing his cigarette on the dirt beneath their feet. "Now...where were we? Ahhh yes, both of us going away from this very happy men, da?" Ben could only smile as he looked at the cool, well dressed, crazy bastard in front of him. "Da indeed, comrade. Let's get down to business." While the two bosses were talking, Higgs and Efrem were led to a small lot behind the construction site used for workers. It wasn't fenced in or covered, so anyone walking by could take a look if they chose, but who'd be out here at 11pm? After Mischa explained again what the rules were, he stepped back and let them go at it.<br/></span><br/>