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Yazakhastan wrote:

I am a tad bit confused, Bc, Ethics has his RP set in Jan 1970, my RP is in Jul 1971, and Ferneus is set in 1971.

That was his background post

Yazakhastan wrote:

so it IS 1971?

Yes

Here I'll change the WFE

Ferneus wrote:

The Garden of New Eden usually cares little for the affairs and actions of foreign organizations and groups, but the influence of the Gulf Cartel began to step on the toes of the cult. The cultists of New Eden may have sworn off drugs and alcohol, but they still needed money to fund their operations, so many of them set up stills and marijuana plantations in order to sell alcohol and drugs all across the country as well as the more 'legal' means of bribing local politicians and taking control of businesses so that their money flows to the cult. But with the Gulf Cartel selling cocaine and guns all across the Gulf Coast and the American Southwest, the cult suddenly had less of a market. As a result, Abraham Matthews sends his public representative, main preacher, and lawyer, John Brookes, to the Gulf Cartel to arrange a meeting and perhaps work out an agreement with the Gulf Cartel.

The Gulf Cartel has no publicly known specific base besides that they are very active in Matamoros and can be assumed to be the based there.

Soon enough Cartel men pickup on his prescient and routinely watch him for hours. That his until at night he is suddenly pulled into a van with a bag pulled over his head. About 5 hours later he suddenly wakes up on a bed in a small room with a open dark wood door, as he leaves he can tell that he is in a mansion of some sort and traverses the elegant walls.

Then he happens upon a middle aged Mexican man sitting at a table who gestures to Brookes to sit down and enjoy the tea laid in front.

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Port Wine
Bernaber: "Hurry up, you all! We don't have all day here! Get the stuff off the ship and into the car!"

He snuffed his cigarette impatiently as he nudged the automatic pistol in his coat pocket uncomfortably. They could be here any moment for sure, he had news from Dave about the Feds searching for a boat that wasn't on any manifest. Just to be sure, he though, and pulled the pistol out of his pocket and shuffled it to his right hand.

In front of him, 7 or 8 men unloaded box after box of illegal ivory onto pickup trucks, marked as FRAGILE wine containers. Occasionally, a few corks would fall out of the padding. He needn't be this timid, he thought, as he drew one last breath from his cigarette and snuffed it out with his fingers. Everything was going according to plan, soon they would be back at the warehouse, and nobody would be the wiser.

Before he could even finish this thought, however, a shot rang out from the end of the port. They had found him faster than he expected.

Bernaber: "ROUTINE PATROLS!"

He screeched out loud, before snapping the pistol out and firing half a dozen rounds in the direction of the shot. The ground around him shot up plumes of dust. He broke out of cover and latched onto the hold of one of the pickup trucks, hiding behind the chassis and returning fire.

Bernaber: "Get those boxes out of here fast! That's 4 million if we get it to the contractor!"

He gritted his teeth as bullets embedded themselves in the wall of the pickup container. The wheels of the truck threw up dust behind them as they drove away, leaving the patrol in the distance.

They had done it, but now they were known.

As the truck pulled up to the gates of a large estate, two guards clutching submachine guns in their hands led them into the large mansion, in the middle of a pristine countryside.

Guard 1: Mulberry will be very pleased to see you. This is the latest payment, and after all, the largest job you've ever done.

He slapped a wad of cash into the hands of Bernaber, and he silently flipped through the pile.

Bernaber: "This is only 15 grand, he promised 20."

Guard: "You can talk with him after you've met him."

Bernaber strode down the two looming oak doors into the main atrium, then up the stairs. He swung open the doors to the office, and there, in front of him, behind the giant carved marble table, was none other than Mulberry Cianatt, the host and leader of the Port Syndicate.

Mulberry: "Come, my friend, don't be so surprised, take a seat."

Bernaber: "Thank you, thank you. I have come to discuss the p-"

Mulberry chuckled, cutting him short.

Mulberry: "Pay so early? You know better, Bernaber. No pay for you, I've decided."

Bernaber: "That's blasphemy! If you don't pay me, I'm reporting you and the entire organization to the police!

Mulberry: "And incriminate you as well? That would be a shame."

Bernaber: "We talked over this. You had a contract."

Mulberry chuckled uneasily.

Mulberry: "In this game, there are no contracts."

He then pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head.

Mulberry: "Too foolish. Alazak! Clean up the remains! I have a visit in 5!"

[/i]Ethics committee of the scpf
Plus Nova Imperii
The Greater Western Union
Ferneus

Ethics committee of the scpf wrote:

“Depends on your definition of “Business.” In a accented voice.

“May I?” Reaching for the wine. “Things always go better with a drink.”

Long nods as he reaches for the drink and says "I have a feeling you are wishing to engage in Business, not legal. Am I correct?"

Ethics committee of the scpf wrote:

“Depends on your definition of “Business.” In a accented voice.

“May I?” Reaching for the wine. “Things always go better with a drink.”

Wait, so is that OK for an intro post? Do I have to like make a factbook or set up the premises or anything?

Morning of Jul 5, NYC Mafia HQ: Don Lorenzo opens the morning paper to see the headline, 'Brooklyn Representative Killed' he chuckles lightly as he lights a cigar and prepares for a meeting with the Hossermanns legal representative. The meeting would regard the tresspass of a Hossermann member into the Lorenzo families territory, something that would of led to the individual being immediately killed; but Lorenzo wanted to take things slowly.

Apologies for no FBI founding post.

We had another outage that only stopped like 5m ago. I’ll get to it tomorrow.

Ferneus wrote:

Jeez. we had an outage a few days ago ourselves that affected 900 houses in our side of town. Has this happening all over the country?

Not where I am

Ferneus wrote:

Jeez. we had an outage a few days ago ourselves that affected 900 houses in our side of town. Has this happening all over the country?

us two in Texas have it extra bad because back in the 20’s Texas flat-out decided not to connect to the national grid. So we’re f*cked, essentially.

The Greater Western Union wrote:

us two in Texas have it extra bad because back in the 20’s Texas flat-out decided not to connect to the national grid. So we’re f*cked, essentially.

I don't live in Texas anymore, but I'm still in the South. But yeah, the fact that Texas isn't connected to the rest of the grid is pretty stupid to be fair.