12-05-2014, 04:25 PM
Ricky drove and kept calm which was a harder feat to do than you would have expected. Inside he was seething. He kept his cool when he was approached by various Nuevo Leon thugs and kept their cover story quite well. He kept in mind that now wasn't the time to reveal them selves. It would be a mistake to take on one of the biggest cartels in the city. It didn't change the fact that it was Ricky's city, and these assholes were causing the corrosion of it.
They arrived at the Brothel which was really a diamond in the rough. El Sanguinario was a dick, but he knew how to keep his property looking well to do. It gave those who visited a false sense of security.
Jacinda recommended going to the nearby cantina - also owned by the Nuevo Leons. Ricky nodded his head in agreement. He didn't like going there, however. He didn't want his money to fund their criminal organization, but he had to get intel and not drinking in the cantina would look suspicious.
The cantina was actually on the same property as the Villa, so Ricky wasn't surprised when they entered to see the clearly drugged out girls - and they were girls too, not women - clad only in bras and panties with their "clients." The brothel allowed their clients to go get a drink before they played - after all, they charged by the hour. They weren't exactly worried about people taking the girls away either. Those who did had significantly shortened life-spans if they even made it out of the compound.
It took a significant amount of effort for Ricky to not show his disgust, but it wasn't enough to prevent his right hand from clenching. No one would have been able to see it, except for Jacinda maybe. He approached the bar and offered the bar keep a smile.
"Una cerveza, por favor."
The bar keep nodded and handed Ricky a bottle of beer. He sat down and began to sip at it. He would let Jacinda order her own drink. She was a big girl and could handle it.
He kept on his smile, despite his feelings. Jacinda likely knew his true feelings on the place and would probably see through it herself. He turned to her and spoke in English. "So we can listen for rumors..."
As he began to speak, a man entered, babbling. Ricky could barely discern what he was saying. He was stripped down to his boxers and bleeding. The scratch marks were indicative of something with claws, but a lot of things could cause suck marks. Ricky caught words such as "large bat" and "dinosaur." The words caused some people to snicker, although the "prostitutes" looked at the man with glazed over eyes and confusion.
He heard the words "crazy" and "cutter" passed around a lot and the bar keep shouted orders to the bouncers, who removed the man from the location. One of them picked up a phone and made a call, while the other stayed outside with the man. Whether the man was calling more thugs or an ambulance, he did not know. As he didn't know how the man managed to escape the Quetz alive.
Edited by Enrique, Dec 5 2014, 04:30 PM.
They arrived at the Brothel which was really a diamond in the rough. El Sanguinario was a dick, but he knew how to keep his property looking well to do. It gave those who visited a false sense of security.
Jacinda recommended going to the nearby cantina - also owned by the Nuevo Leons. Ricky nodded his head in agreement. He didn't like going there, however. He didn't want his money to fund their criminal organization, but he had to get intel and not drinking in the cantina would look suspicious.
The cantina was actually on the same property as the Villa, so Ricky wasn't surprised when they entered to see the clearly drugged out girls - and they were girls too, not women - clad only in bras and panties with their "clients." The brothel allowed their clients to go get a drink before they played - after all, they charged by the hour. They weren't exactly worried about people taking the girls away either. Those who did had significantly shortened life-spans if they even made it out of the compound.
It took a significant amount of effort for Ricky to not show his disgust, but it wasn't enough to prevent his right hand from clenching. No one would have been able to see it, except for Jacinda maybe. He approached the bar and offered the bar keep a smile.
"Una cerveza, por favor."
The bar keep nodded and handed Ricky a bottle of beer. He sat down and began to sip at it. He would let Jacinda order her own drink. She was a big girl and could handle it.
He kept on his smile, despite his feelings. Jacinda likely knew his true feelings on the place and would probably see through it herself. He turned to her and spoke in English. "So we can listen for rumors..."
As he began to speak, a man entered, babbling. Ricky could barely discern what he was saying. He was stripped down to his boxers and bleeding. The scratch marks were indicative of something with claws, but a lot of things could cause suck marks. Ricky caught words such as "large bat" and "dinosaur." The words caused some people to snicker, although the "prostitutes" looked at the man with glazed over eyes and confusion.
He heard the words "crazy" and "cutter" passed around a lot and the bar keep shouted orders to the bouncers, who removed the man from the location. One of them picked up a phone and made a call, while the other stayed outside with the man. Whether the man was calling more thugs or an ambulance, he did not know. As he didn't know how the man managed to escape the Quetz alive.
Edited by Enrique, Dec 5 2014, 04:30 PM.