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"Mr. Wolfenstein, I presume. Here are the keys, sir, via your booking request. May I inquire sir as to what brings you here to Asteria City?" The valet asked in what sounded like a very proper African or British accent, closing the door behind Mike Wolf as he climbed into the vehicle. "Vacation cruise tickets," Michael answered, sticking the key into the ignition and firing up the engine. The car was an old classic, but it was in perfect mint condition and purred like a kitten as he bit down on his imported lit cigar. "An excellent place to relax and feel the breeze. Good day to you sir, enjoy your vacation" the dark skinned valet said with a smile as he stood by and watched Mr. Wolf drive away. Michael was heading to one of the fine white sandy beaches overlooking crystal clear aqua blue colored water, but he wasn't on vacation. He was actually going there on business to discuss a potential contract he had not yet heard the details about. But the payment plan perked his interest and he agreed to meet with the proprietor on the Eastern Seaboard as he left Asteria City and drove to the beach.
Jonathan was already there, feasting on crab legs while sipping on margaritas under the shade of one of the laid back but expensive tiki bars at the beach's luxury guest resort in the white powdery fine seashore sand when Michael casually approached him, catching the man's attention. "Mr. Laurence?" Mike asked. John could see that the man standing before him was obviously wealthy based just by his choice of clothing. He grabbed his cloth napkin and wiped his hands before standing up and greeting him with a handshake. "Ah yes, you must be Mr. Wolf, it's good to meet you finally. Please, please, have a seat. Have a drink, come, sit" Johnathan Laurence said as he invited Michael to sit with him, which indeed Michael did. The bartender asked him what kind of drink he wanted, and Mike Wolf ordered a margarita of his own before he and the proprietor started making casual conversation. They talked about travel, about life and its perks, a little about drinking, a little about playing golf or smoking cigars, before finally their conversation led up to business, and the reason for their private little social arrangement at the remote beach resort.
"$10-million dollars, that's the amount that Dr. Rizhiel is offering in exchange for the neutralization of John Wick, but he asked for you specifically," the proprietor started to mention. "Why me?" Mike asked curiously. "Why else?" the proprietor rebuttably answered, ordering two more margaritas for him and his guest. "That won't be easy... I'll think about it. But in the meantime, what else you got?" Mike inquired, causing the proprietor to look at him blankly with a more serious expression as he took a sip from his drink before putting his glass down and reaching into his white coat pocket. He pulled out a folded paper pamphlet and set it down on the table in front of Mr. Wolf, who glanced at it before pausing to look at Mr. Laurence, then picking it up and unfolding it to look at its contents. "$46-million dollars, Mr. Wolfenstein, half in advance, half once you have completed your assignment. That is of course, if you are still interested." Mr. Laurence said with a calm tone. Michael flipped through the pages of the pamphlet but he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Where is this at?" he asked, confused.
"Bastion IV," John Laurence answered, re-liting his cigar before leaning back in his chair. Mike Wolf skimmed through the pages of the pamphlet some more before looking at Mr. Laurence with an expression of disbelief. He took a long moment to consider his answer. The contract was issued for a very dangerous, almost impossible assignment, but the payout was so tempting it was hard to resist. He started to imagine what he could do with fourty six million dollars. After a long and careful consideration, the two men shook hands and ended their meeting, finishing their margaritas and going their separate ways. Mike Wolf folded the papers and tucked them into his black coat pocket, walking back to his car before hopping in and driving away, heading back to the Asteria City airport. At roughly the same time, Mr. Laurence went back to his own luxury vehicle before starting his futuristic silver SUV and also leaving the scene, heading back towards Solinus City.
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With the DT Waterbird safe he just had to wait for Carmen to ready herself. It wasn't the longest journey from here to Wing City, but it might not be the easiest. She had to go ahead and be wanted.
Whatever. Linus leaned against a smooth rock wall and waited.
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"Coming to the city?" Carmen asked Linus with a slight smirk, pulling the final touch on the lay of her shawl about her shoulders.
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"Well, are we walking?"
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"To the station, yeah."
He led Carmen out and down a worn dirt path. It curved with the scenery, the spires of cities dotting the skyline if you looked anywhere other than sea. Inland had a tendency to make Linus a bit uneasy. All the more so when he was with a wanted criminal.
Should probably stop dwelling on that.
Trees started to crop up more frequently, offering the shade they would from the slow to rise Sol. Eventually a station platform grew before them.
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She slipped a cool 100 to Linus. It should more than cover the cost of the ride.
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"Wait discreet like n'shit over there. Imma get snacks," He told her with a nod and was off.
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There also weren't any posters of her - yet. She sighed and enjoyed the silence.
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"A savory, a sweet, and a salty," He said with a smile, then pulled a bottle of water from his pocket, "Also hydration. S'good, s'on me!"
Under any other circumstance Linus would have not paid for this woman's snacks. However, the machine was broken. He had gotten all of this for a fiver- when it was a fiver a piece! That was six candy and snack boxes for the price of one. Linus was enamored immediately.
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"Thank you," She began - and then the train pulled up.
Carmen knew not to read much into the casual kindness, but began calculating nonetheless. Perhaps Linus could assist her further than Wing City. Perhaps he wasn't as much a risk as she had pegged.