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Post by Demetrios on Jul 28, 2014 18:52:05 GMT
The Dust Collection Agency has had its ups and downs in the past, Agency leaders come and go as the winds change and borders of control change daily. The ability to adapt was what the Agency prided itself on, perhaps a politician needing votes directs the police to take in some of their men, that's fine, they can adapt to such actions and live through them. But never had the Agencies broken off before and declared themselves the leader of the Dust Collection Agency. They needed to adapt or parish and with the Third and Fourth Agencies breaking off to fight it meant they needed to secure their alliances.
That wasn't even the beginning of their problems, they lacked generals to lead their troops. The Scythe Collectors were the elite fighting force across all the Agencies and they had rallied under the New Dust Collection Agency. It meant they not only lacked their elite force but those who would lead campaigns. They weren't without hope, of course, there were countless gangs throughout the city with people capable of leading a force.
Demetrios had broken his way into the Dolus apartment about two hours ago and casually walked through it. The profile of Lee Dolus told that he was living with his younger half brother and had been working with the Rebellion. He checked every corner of the house, finding many pictures and printed out notes of what looked like texts from a woman known as 'My<3andSoul', they were all over the walls. He found this to be odd and figured it must be a girlfriend to this Amorite Dolus. Aside from the immense amount of pickles within their fridge it seemed like a normal apartment for a small family, yet it housed one of the most notorious gangsters To Chameno had ever known - Lee Dolus. Just the man that could win them a war...
"A man born into violence lives by it..." Demetrios muttered as he reviewed Lee's file. This was a man who would kill the moment he felt his family was being threatened. Chances were this Lee might try and put a bullet in Demetrios's head the moment he saw him standing in his apartment.
He sat down upon the chair that faced the door and watched carefully. Demetrios had no intentions of being shot so soon but if the man was as skilled in violence as he had heard, than he was well worth the risk.
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Post by Lee Dolus on Jul 28, 2014 19:20:20 GMT
Lee walked into the small little apartment complex that he called his home. He had a hand full of grocery because when Amorite went shopping he only stocked up on ice cream, eggs, bacon, chocolate syrup, and of course, pickles. He walked down the small hall that led to his door fishing in his pockets for his keys. That's when he say two hardly noticeable dents on the door jam, his door had been jimmied open by a crowbar of sorts.
Silently he placed the groceries down, reached behind his back and pulled out his revolver. He unlocked the door and pushed it open carefully. Sitting in his hallway was a man he never seen before, his face was obscured by shadows. He stepped in calmly, gun resting by his hip, "You got three second to give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn't kill you now."
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Post by Demetrios on Jul 28, 2014 21:49:48 GMT
"Not in three second, but if you give me ten minutes I'll make you the richest man to ever come out of To Chameno." Dust always promised wealth and power, and to those who were loyal they always delivered. Demetrios was rather tense but he kept an air of cool around him, not blinking for a moment as he hand gripped the side of the chair. He studied the man's facial expression and decided he needed a bit more convincing, "You've worked for us before and it's been far too long, Lee Dolus. You don't know me but I've known you. I'm with the Dust Collection Agency. I'm here for business so there is really no need for guns."
Demetrios held his tongue back and tensed up once more. Lee was brutal, quick and damn well had the rights to blow his head off. He hoped the offer of money and the idea they had worked together before would hold back that itchy trigger finger.
Honestly we have enough to bury you already so why would I come to kill you?
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Post by Lee Dolus on Jul 28, 2014 22:10:57 GMT
"I think I'll hold onto mine anyway." He shut the open door and locked it, all without taking his eyes off the man. "You think you know me, huh? obviously not that enough," Lee stepped over, "I don't take kindly to people just walking into my house." He stopped walking, keeping some distance between the two just in case the man had a knife, "I'm not interested in you goddamn money, whatever you want me to do for it, it's not worth it." His last experience with the dust wasn't so fun.
"So you either get out of my house now, or you're leaving rolled up in that rug there later." he pointed to a rather ragged rug that was laying under his couch and coffee table, "Your choice."
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Post by Demetrios on Jul 29, 2014 1:06:33 GMT
"That would be a waste of a good rug." Demetrios said with a brief gesture towards the rug. He gave a simple shrug, what man didn't want money? "We've got a job for you to do and we've got anything you could ever want. If you want a house on the beach, it's yours. If you want to marry the your favorite star, we can be very persuasive... if you want a harem and all the fuckin' money to pay for that money we can give. If you haven't caught on we can be your best friend or your worst enemy. This is not a threat, it's simply a fact. We can make you vanish from the eyes of the public or entirely so."
He stood up from his chair, his hand lightly tracing over his weapon that sat within his coat's pocket. Demetrios didn't reach for it, of course, he merely stood his ground at Lee. "You know who we are and what we do. Would you at least hear me out before throwing me to the street? I do not intend on forcing you into any job... but you need to hear me out first."
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Post by Lee Dolus on Jul 29, 2014 1:26:11 GMT
"That is a threat." Lee corrected. The moment the man stood up Lee snapped his gun at him, "Uh uh, you stay right there." Lee kept his gun trained on the man as he walked around him, he eyed whatever was in the mans pocket, probably a weapon whether it was a knife or a gun he didn't know. he pulled up a stool that that had been laying just by in the next room. He motioned with his revolver for him to sit back into the chair the man dragged into the hallway, "Sit." He ordered, his voice unwavering, "Talk."
This guy was annoying, he didn't seem to get it that he didn't give two fucks about the money or any material thing he could come up with when it involved the dust. Lee had been done doing that type of shit for twenty five goddamn years and he had no intentions on getting back into the business. But he might as well hear him out before him puts two shots into his abdomen.
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Post by Demetrios on Jul 29, 2014 2:33:43 GMT
Demetrios raised his hand and gave a small grin as Lee ordered him around. He'd get no further if he tried to turn the tables on Lee and he'd certainly gain nothing from killing the man, he wanted his aid after all. Demetrios grabbed the chair and pulled it closer before sitting down on it and giving Lee a quick look over. He was old and certainly had seen better days... not to much older than he himself was and Demetrios could still best any young man who dared strike at him, so he supposed age wasn't too much of a worry. The Collectors would do well with him, most of them were kids and a stern, powerful adult always gained their respect quickly.
"The Dust Collection Agency has many enemies and To Chameno is filled with them. A man named Raemos has recently acquired a great deal of businesses that were once ours and we're none too pleased by it. We have the soldiers but we lack the leaders and the things you were responsible for, the things you've done, well that was enough to for us to overlook the fact you were one of the few surviving members of your gang who are not rotting in jail or underground right now." The Agency had been watching him for awhile, fearing that he had ratted his entire gang out to the authorities. They concluded that it wasn't him several years ago and kept his name flagged since just to keep tabs.
He tapped the edge of the table to fill in the silent moments of his argument, "It'll be pretty simple, you take four hundred Collectors into the city and root out this Raemos. What you do to him afterwards is none of my business so long as the man ends up dead afterwards. He's been cementing his control over the city for the past couple of months and the sooner we take care of him the better. After that you may name your price, whatever you want you can have." He had said that same thing many times but he'd say it once more.
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Post by Lee Dolus on Jul 29, 2014 3:22:10 GMT
Lee sat hunched in his chair, silent for a couple of moments thinking over what he said. The job sounded simple enough, he and four hundred grunts rooting out one poor fucker? yeah, that'd be a piece of cake. Lee stood up and paced the room, still not taking his eyes off the man. He hadn't been back to To Chameno ever since Lee and Amorite bailed that one night many, many months ago. Every night since his dreams were flooded with the memories of his old apartment, his shitty truck, all of belongings he had to leave behind. Everything that mattered to him was in To Chameno. He needed those things back.
But he couldn't get to them, his face had been plastered on every billboard, alleyway, lamp post, and even the fucking trash cans in To Chameno. The cops were on active search for the 'Butcher of To Chameno' or the 'To Chamenian Nightmare' or whatever the hell they were calling him these days. he'd never make it to his apartment, get his stuff, and get out unseen. He'd need help, he'd need his wanted status gone.
So as much as Lee didn't trust these guys he was desperate enough to do it, he lowered his gun only a little, "Whatever I want, huh?" Lee scoffed, "If you can clear my name, wipe away all my past deeds, give goddamn clean slate," Lee sat back down, "If you can do that, I'll do what you want." as he said the words he knew he was making a mistake, Lee knew he should just move on, but he couldn't. No matter how dumb it may have been he was going to do this.
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Post by Demetrios on Jul 30, 2014 1:54:12 GMT
A new start, easy enough. Demetrios held his tongue for a moment before giving a solid nod, "It's difficult... but we can manage. Everything you've ever done will be wiped, you could walk into a police station and announce your name and nobody will give a shit. I assure you this. Information is what we do best." It'll take about a day for them to get in contact with everyone to wipe everything they need. Keeping enough for the Agency to use against him if needed, of course.
Demetrios tilted his head to the side, "We wipe you clean and you'll work for us, yes?" He lifted his hand to shake, "Let's shake on it."
He had made countless agreements with rather violent people in the past and in his experience those who were rather violent weren't always bright. Lee had dealt with the Dust Collection Agency before and Demetrios could tell he was a bit reserved. Demetrios honestly couldn't blame him of course, something as large as the Agency carried a great deal of weight with its name, at least for those who knew the name. Often people thought of the Agency as some story that was told. Lee clearly knew better.
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Post by Lee Dolus on Jul 30, 2014 4:33:58 GMT
He shook his head, "Let's not." Lee replied, a hand shake wasn't going to make him keep his word or not. He stood up and slid his chair out of the way with his foot, keeping his gun trained on the man, "I'm sure you know how to get in contact with me, so I think our business here is finished. Here's the door, walk out of it." Lee held the door open for the man and motioned for him to leave with his gun.
The smug attitude of this man grated Lee, he had the upper hand and they both knew it. He knew what Lee was capable of, and Lee had no idea of what he could do, he had to stay reserved, and keep as much control as he could.
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Post by Demetrios on Jul 30, 2014 4:44:30 GMT
Demetrios gave a soft frown as Lee stood up for the door, "No-no, I understand. You want to keep it professional, I respect that." He said as he stood up and gave a soft moan of pain as he did so. He never noticed how painful it was to sit down and get up again... 'gods I really am getting old' he thought bitterly as he looked over towards Lee. He slipped his hand into his pocket and made no motion to leave right away, "You have two days to get ready. Weapons will be supplied of course and we'll text you a location for pickup tomorrow, from there you'll get briefed on exactly what your job will be..."
With that said he started to walk towards the door, stopping short of exiting before turning back and saying, "I'm sure I don't have to remind you who we are. If you betray us we'll lock you in a box and leave you to die in your own shit... oh, yeah, that was a threat. Take note." With their business concluded Demetrios walked out of the room and bit his lip hard, keeping himself from looking back. He partly feared that Lee would turn the gun on him now but if he showed any type of fear he had he knew the threat would become invalid.
By the gods, he really is the man for the job. With him leading the fight against To Chameno I can focus on securing Thelotia...this may work out well after all. With the Butcher of To Chameno working with Dust it'll be over soon. So long as he keep a short leash on him... what was his brother's name? Amoite Dolus. I'll need to keep him and his little girlfriend in mind.
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