Morjete.
Like any proper South American locale, it had all the amenities that people thought it did if they watched the gritty, hard boiled action movies. But Morjete was a special slice of heaven, the place where people that were too dangerous for Rio De Jeneiro found themselves, the place where ex-FARC decided to call it quits, gangsters and thugs all seemed to just migrate to it. The promise of a life working for a Colombian Cartel was almost too much for some scum of the earth, until they got to Morjete and realized that crime, much like law, operated under a system of checks and balances people who wanted an anarchist dream were usually dead before the next week. The reality was is that there was no business in chaos.
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He knew how reality worked, he knew that when he sent six heads in a box in an all too clear message that Gabriel didn't enjoy doing. But he was free, in a town where freedom meant no affiliation to a gang, no debts to be paid...freedom was it's own reward, but everyone had to eat. He knew people, lots of people...people who enjoyed his particular skillset. It was funny how people were so easy to smile and shake hands when they knew he wasn't a Preto anymore, how people didn't look at him so much in fear as they did wariness. He kind of liked it, if he was being honest. Maybe it was the stupid child in him that was still bleeding out on a street corner for an initiation to a gang that had only about four people, thinking that it was going to be a good thing, and it was all for a good cause. Now he could do good …show more content…
Shizuko nodded faintly, her expression as impassive as ever as he let out another long, weary sigh. Today was just not going to be his day, was it…?
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“So nice of you to be punctual, Gabriel,” The even, husky voice of the Northern Heavenly Saint purred through his phone. He never liked dealing with the Four Heavenly Saints, all of them knew more than he did, and he was always hired for very specific purposes. It went against his usual terms to follow such a strict job, but there were some calls you just couldn't ignore.
“Well, you know me,” Gabe said dryly, rubbing his forehead at the impending headache. “I was always taught to be a gentleman, what do you need, Mrs. Anderson? Happy to help.”
“It's cute when you try to kiss my ass, Gabe. But let's not act like anyone enjoys my phone calls, mm?” Her laugh was light and airy, and if Gabe didn't know who she was, he almost thought that she was being flirty. But the Northern Heavenly Saint being flirty with you sounded more terrifying than arousing, even if she was a beautiful woman in every sense of the word.
“Right,” Gabe said, a slight chuckle escaping. “Still, what's the
Like any proper South American locale, it had all the amenities that people thought it did if they watched the gritty, hard boiled action movies. But Morjete was a special slice of heaven, the place where people that were too dangerous for Rio De Jeneiro found themselves, the place where ex-FARC decided to call it quits, gangsters and thugs all seemed to just migrate to it. The promise of a life working for a Colombian Cartel was almost too much for some scum of the earth, until they got to Morjete and realized that crime, much like law, operated under a system of checks and balances people who wanted an anarchist dream were usually dead before the next week. The reality was is that there was no business in chaos.
You cut a man in …show more content…
He knew how reality worked, he knew that when he sent six heads in a box in an all too clear message that Gabriel didn't enjoy doing. But he was free, in a town where freedom meant no affiliation to a gang, no debts to be paid...freedom was it's own reward, but everyone had to eat. He knew people, lots of people...people who enjoyed his particular skillset. It was funny how people were so easy to smile and shake hands when they knew he wasn't a Preto anymore, how people didn't look at him so much in fear as they did wariness. He kind of liked it, if he was being honest. Maybe it was the stupid child in him that was still bleeding out on a street corner for an initiation to a gang that had only about four people, thinking that it was going to be a good thing, and it was all for a good cause. Now he could do good …show more content…
Shizuko nodded faintly, her expression as impassive as ever as he let out another long, weary sigh. Today was just not going to be his day, was it…?
–
“So nice of you to be punctual, Gabriel,” The even, husky voice of the Northern Heavenly Saint purred through his phone. He never liked dealing with the Four Heavenly Saints, all of them knew more than he did, and he was always hired for very specific purposes. It went against his usual terms to follow such a strict job, but there were some calls you just couldn't ignore.
“Well, you know me,” Gabe said dryly, rubbing his forehead at the impending headache. “I was always taught to be a gentleman, what do you need, Mrs. Anderson? Happy to help.”
“It's cute when you try to kiss my ass, Gabe. But let's not act like anyone enjoys my phone calls, mm?” Her laugh was light and airy, and if Gabe didn't know who she was, he almost thought that she was being flirty. But the Northern Heavenly Saint being flirty with you sounded more terrifying than arousing, even if she was a beautiful woman in every sense of the word.
“Right,” Gabe said, a slight chuckle escaping. “Still, what's the