Phobos Shipyard
Krasnaya Bratva Territory
"Мы здесь, ультра-рыцаря. Эта территория уже наша. Красные выкорчеваны местных подонков."
Voronin looked out his window, seeing their ship dock at the space dock. He picked up his briefcase and began to exit their small spacecraft. This was the first time he had been off Earth. His two босс followed him, along with three витязь. They were moving their operations to Phobos, and had already been shipping arms, drugs and their Krasnyye, or "Reds", over to clear out the local crime.
"Speak English, Kirill. We blend in better with the locals."
"Yes sir, Ultra-Rytsar. We will be taking you to Stickney Heights, the more luxurious towers built above Stickney Crater. The local gang, the "Trinaughts" were mostly open to our business and have assimilated well. Three have been made Vityaz. They will add twenty-five to our numbers, which will be hitting 120 now that you have arrived."
"Shall we take the train? I'd like to get some rest before our business really begins."
"Of course, sir. Their is a lunar train a few streets down. It will take us to your penthouse suite. I took the liberty of putting your suite in the view of Mars, and the Sun. It will give a great view."
After walking a bit, passing the Red and Black Bratva Star mural that had been painted onto the wall, the group took a train to Stickney Heights. The high speed train was cheap, but effective at getting them their quickly. The trip took about fifteen minutes.
Welcome to Stickney Station, InterTrain Corp hopes you enjoyed your ride. Please come again!
The clean, white station was much different from the rest of Phobos. It was pure white, and clear. The towers looked fit for a king, and Fedya smiled as he stepped into the tower. Kirill ordered the Knights to stay downstairs, while he headed up with Fedya. The two stopped at the 43rd floor, where his penthouse was located. They entered, and Fedya instantly took a seat in his dining room chair. Kirill sat next to him.
"Ultra-Rytsar, sir. I have been meaning to talk to you about some unwanted....attention we have been receiving. The local crime syndicates of this side of Phobos tend to be very open to business and are becoming sets daily, but in Flimnap, another spacedock-based town, large gangs want to oppose us. These three tend to be of problems," he said, handing him a folder with names, dates, locations and gang business, "The Bandin Clan is a abnormally racist skinhead group with small numbers but large influence. The Rockies are a general street gang and the Flimnap Drug Mafia are the main dealers in the area. We will need your permission to launch our attacks. Are you ok with this?"
Voronin looked up from the folder. "Yes. Let's start with the Drug Mafia. Says here you have located some of their dealing sites and their storage? Take those out. Send some experienced and well armed Krasnyye to do this, as a display of force. Meet back with me once this is finished. I am going to bed, to catch up on sleep. Thank you, Kirill."
"Yes sir, Ultra-Rytsar. I will speak to you in a few days."