<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;"> For the next few minutes, Arkady put the prior foolishness of the men out of his mind while he and Benjamin hammered out the details of the transaction. Of course things had been "confirmed" over a secure line earlier in the week, but at these sorts of deals, you always tried to do a bit of haggling if you could. Favors and promises were often exchanged with just as much ease as cold hard cash. So he and Ben had been going back and forth, and finally they came to an agreement. Instead of the agreed upon $1,000,000 for the full shipment of guns as well as the ammunition, Ben and the Hogs would pay $500k, and Arkady would get a discount on their next big shipment of drugs, and a favor. As they were shaking hands, something caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Normally people would think that was just paranoia, or an ill-defined sixth sense. For Arkady, it was different.<br/><br/> His senses were picking up something that was off, something not normal for the situation. He focused, enhancing his hearing with the ears of a moth, and he could suddenly hear everything going on around him. A man crinkling up a gum wrapper before popping it in his mouth. Someone kicking gravel out of boredom. A hilariously overexaggerated hispanic accent arguing with a Russian one about a phone.... "My friend, with our business concluded, I suggest you and your men make a timely exit. There may be some...<em>issues</em> developing because someone is here who shouldn't be. Don't worry, I'll handle it." <br/><br/>Standing up, he fixed his jacket then whistled. "Boys, get them loaded up, double time. Then everyone leave. Imran," he said turning to his second-in-command. "Take the money, get Yuri and Artyom to go with you, and go to the usual place. I'll deal with this." Not long after his commands were issued, the sound of three gunshots rang out into the night so loudly his ears rang. Even using a man's chest as a suppressor, the shots from a gun that powerful still echoed loud enough for everyone at the site to acknowledge it, and hands started going towards firearms of their own.<br/><br/> "Triple time!! Get them loaded up and out of here!," he shouted to his men who started hauling the heavy boxes of guns and ammo into the empty back of the minivan and the beds of the pickup trucks. "The hell's goin on, Arkady?" Turning to Ben, who had a .45 in hand, across his chest and angled down, he shook his head. "I believe someone is trying to crash our party. And that means the police may not be far behind. Which is why I want my friend and business partner as far away from here as possible before they arrive. This happened in my house, I'll handle it." <br/><br/>Imran and Ben's lieutenant quickly removed $300,000 from the duffel bag and transferred it into a smaller one, then Imran took their payment, jumped into one of the trucks with Arkady's best guards, and they peeled out of the lot, kicking up dirt and gravel on their way. No cash meant no transaction took place, so even if people were caught, they couldn't make a charge. The weapons were still an issue, but both his men and the Hogs were loading as fast as they could, so in the next few minutes, they'd be able to leave as well. <br/><br/>Giving his business associate a wave, Ben grunted, then ran over to his bike and revved it up. He was the boss, so him getting caught wasn't a possibility that needed to be given a chance. "You know where to go when you're done! Hurry it up!" Flipping the kickstand up, he gunned the throttle and tore off the opposite way that the SUV had gone. Now there was no money, and no leader of the Road Hogs. Two chess pieces were off the table. Now it was him, a bunch of armed men from his organization and a biker gang, and lots of weapons.<br/><br/> The men there who weren't loading up, were well armed and looking at points of entry, so he didn't worry about them for the moment. He was more focused on the uninvited guest, and gave himself the sense of smell of a black bear. Raising his head, he took a few whiffs of the air. He had to focus to not be overwhelmed by the oil, machinery, cheap cologne. Eventually he picked up the scent of gunpowder and a whiff of sweat, and it was still fresh. Pulling the FN 5.7 from it's holster, he cocked the slide back to load the first round into the chamber, then quick walked toward the smell. He was still inside the fully enclosed construction site, while whoever it was was on the outside. A 12 foot high fence with blue tarp covering every inch of it wasn't much for cover, but it worked fine for concealment. And inside the site, there was ample cover from leftover port-a-johns to pallets of cement blocks, and more. All he had to do was wait for their "friend" to make his presence known.<br/></span><br/>