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The Aedele; Markets meet Mafia
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Topic Started: Sep 25 2011, 10:34 PM (151 Views)
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Sep 25 2011, 10:34 PM
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It was evening in Rhekep. The sun set over the western mountains, and Virgil Aedele smoked a cigar from his 19th Floor Penthouse, overlooking the port. On a clear day, he could just barely make out Atlantis on the Horizon, or so he thought. But he didn't have time for such trivialities tonight.
Two succinct knocks on the door, some fidgeting with the handle, and Virgil could see from the reflection in the window two gentlemen in nice suits enter behind him.
"Ψikvhk, ψnλiμikip." He said. "Good Evening, my friends."
"Ψikvhk." They replied shortly.
"Ve Ikrize θoeλδav πaxat?" "I don't suppose you finished the job?"
"Ωeceμevz." "We Did."
"Ψik" "Good."
There was a pause. The two exchanged glances.
"E....θekir ΘekexocλiΘex?" "Uh...regarding the matter of payment?"
"Πenetipiλez πaxat teiμ teφeriv." "After we verify the job is done."
"Pe uiv Θet iμic?" "And when will that be?"
Virgil turned to face them and smiled. His phone rang.
"Vhet." "Now."
He spoke on the phone for a few moments, and maintained his smile. After a few moments of nodding, Virgil raised his gun and shot his guests.
"Never Lie to the Aedele Family." He said in English, over their bodies. He made another call to see that they were disposed, and took a long draw from his cigar.
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Sep 26 2011, 04:54 AM
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((To save me time translating, the following dialogue takes place in the native tongue of Graanid, unless stated otherwise))
Rober Aedele sprinkled some quick-lime in the crate, and dropped it off the boat.
"I'm sorry, Father, my contacts said those men were legitimate."
"Well, they were not." Virgil puffed a cigar, and paced on the yacht. "And now my faith in you his diminished."
"But Father--"
"You sent two False Men to do one simple job, which now remains incomplete. You then allowed them to stand in my quarters and lie to my face. If I was half the man I am, I would be dead, son. And it would be your fault."
"Father--"
"HADAR son, I have no time for your excuses. You are my son and I love you. But I would encourage you to find a place to vacation for the next two weeks. I can not bring myself to give you work, not after what you have done. I have arranged for a plane to take you to Tarkanea, I encourage you to see the sights."
Rober clenched his fists and grit his teeth. He hated his father telling him what to do, and when. And yet, here he found himself answering: "Yes, father."
"Good. Now get lost. I have some calls to make."
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Rober descended into the yacht, and found his room. He picked up his cell phone and Dialed.
"Korek?" "Rober! Good to hear from you again." "Shut up. What didn't you tell me about Pilippe and Thannas?" "Wh--well, I told you everything I knew." "What don't you know?" "The reason you are calling. Rober, what is the matter?" "They were false." "What?" "THE MEN YOU RECOMMENDED." Rober was angry now, was the world conspiring against him? "I RELIED on your word, Korek, and your word was insufficient." Rober could hear Korek laugh his loud, obnoxious, guffaw on the other end of the line. "Oh, Rober, you have your fathers rage." "Well?" "Your father supplied the task, the men, and the recommendation. He wanted to bring you into the business." This was all too much. "Korek, don't you lie to me, you have already lied to me once. Now why did you--" "You should have done your homework, Rober, but don't complain to me. Take it up with your father."
Rober was blind with rage. He kicked the wall.
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"Yes, Mr. Tosanin, hello." Virgil said as his son stormed away. "Ah, Mr. Aedele, I was expecting a call from you." "Were you?" "Yes, to Apologize." "Apologize? What Have I to apologize for, Kerel?" "There were two gentlemen wandering outside my compound the other night. They were scared off by my dogs, and so naturally I assumed such cowards could only be in the employ of my competitor." Virgil laughed a sly, diplomatic laugh, and drew from his cigar. "Oh, Mr. Tosanin, you are too much. No, I had nothing to do with those gentlemen, but I did wish to inquire about a business deal." Kerel chuckled. "A Business deal? What, how much money do you want? Five-Hundred? A Thousand?" "Are you interested in discussing?" "What kind of deal are we talking about? I do not need anything shipped anywhere, and you do not need any prostitutes. Unless..." "Have you considered doing business internationally?" "I, well...I do." "But it is difficult, is it not? Bureaucracy is such a drag." "What are you suggesting?" "Are you interested?" "Yes." "Meet me tomorrow, we shall lunch at the Pizzaria on S and twelve." "I ain't paying." "You're too much, Kerel, Of course I shall pay. It would be my pleasure." "Very well. I will see you there."
The line went dead.
Virgil was about to dial another business partner when his son stomped back up.
"You set me up!" "Ah, Korek told you did he. I shall have to have a word with him." "So you did set me up." "Yes. I need everyone I work with to take some initiative. Double check. You know the adage: Trust, but verify. You trust, but do not verify." "So you were also going to bring me in?" "Maybe."
Rober knew that 'maybe' well. it meant yes, but said no.
Virgil slapped his stomach and grinned. "Either way, son, you'll be spending some time in Namal. When we get back, pack your things. You have two tickets, enjoy your time. We will talk more when you return."
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Oct 14 2011, 11:36 PM
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When Rober Aedele returned to Rhekep, he was a new man. For a number of reasons. None of which his father would be pleased about.
He was walking with his girlfriend--er, fiance, now--Ameli Zorea, through the airport to his car when, inevitably, his father called.
"Father! Hello!" "Hello Rober. I saw your flight had arrived, I trust everything went well?" "Very much so, father." He turned to his Ameli and smiled. "I look forward to telling you all about it." "You think I don't already know?" He sighed. He did not want to get into a fight with his father mere minutes after getting back on the ground. "What do you already know, Father." "Your Girlfriend, thats what I know." He growled. "I'm in love, I gave my life a lot of thought, I want her to be part of it. There is no discussion, I don't know why you sound so angry." She began to look concerned. "I want the best for you son. Those Zoreans are bad people, son, bad for your family. It was cute at first, but this is no longer amusing. I want you to come home right now, and--"
Rober knew what he was going to say. Rober was done with the Mobster lifestyle. He was done with the shipping industry, with late nights and unsavory people. Ameli's uncle was a politician. Rober figured he could give that a try. Then all his skills may not go to waste!
It was time for more drastic action.
"You know Ameli, I think we should go to a bank." "Why?" "Because my father will be insufferable as long as I'm with you, and I would sooner leave my mafioso father than the love of my life. I think we should move to Virgilian Province." "But its so far away! My family is here!" "My father will not expect me for another 2 hours. That is our window to get our money out of the bank. We need to go somewhere. It is no longer safe here." "Safe?" "My father will surely have you killed by some means or another. He has many contacts, but I can tell you he has none that work at this airport. If we stay here, and catch a plane to anywhere, we can start our lives fresh." Tears filled Ameli's eyes as she realized the situation.
"Ameli? What do you think?"
"I have family in Namaal. We should go there." "Namaal it is. Anywhere but here. I will make it up to you, I promise."
Rober glanced longingly at the exit to the airport. But he knew there waited a life of crime and misery. He walked back into the airport, and walked swiftly to the ATM...
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