The Devil's Hand (A futuristic gang rp) IC

[Platinum cobra]

Antonio drove as fast as he could but the light's didn't like to cooperate and he hit almost every one, he thought he was going to be late to the meeting. He found a parking spot and got out locking his car as he ran into the building and got in the elevator. He looked at the peculiar hole and took out the ring he had found in an envelope, it fit perfectly and the elevator started to move. He got out of the elevator and went inside and was immediately struck by the saucer shaped room, he stopped in his tracks and tried to look like he hadn't gotten here at the last minute. Usually he would go against a wall and just lean on it during meeting's but he had a feeling if he tried that here it would be almost disrespectful. He went and stood alone though not really knowing any of the other people and waited for the meeting to start the entire time thinking about what this could possibly be able and how it might effect him.

[Wolverbells]

Adana had gave her men a quick nod, signaling them to stay on the bottom floor while she had gone upstairs. During the elevator ride, she had stayed quiet. Once the elevator stopped, she fixed her hair to the side, and gave her slim, black dress a quick glance to make sure it looked okay. Adana followed quietly as the small group made their way down the hall, and she observed the small altercation between the men. Wincing slightly, she turned and walked in without saying a word to the man that got the end of the barrel, although she felt slightly bad for him.

Adana stood, almost gawking, at the room. It was sophisticated and open. "Good taste." She muttered, impressed. She remembered there were others in the room and turned her attention back on them. They didn't seem like they knew why they were here either. The look in their eyes gave it all away. This worried Adana. If they had been picked for some sort of 'execution' she doubted her father would take too well to that. Mr. White would have his hands full with the European clans.

[Storyboy]

The room was rather quiet, much as expected when gathering those who are fairly unacquainted. Lucius ran his right hand over his left fist. He could feel his skin, now wrinkled with age, against the smooth texture of his many rings. He had been given many by each of the families as gifts and had acquired others in different matters but he had a few that were his favorite in which he wore nearly all the time. One, the largest, was a silver ring with a large chunk of diamond, the Queen of diamonds to be exact. He had long ago given up possession of the jewel but unknown to many he had kept a piece for himself. The other much smaller in size, was a gift from his old team back in his youth. The last time they were all together his friends had given him the ring. It was a cheap ring, not even true silver and the emerald on it, likely fake but he cherished the ring nonetheless. The remaining rings were just there to remind himself of several achievements he had accomplished over the years.

It felt like ages had passed as he waited at the top of his golden tower for his guest to arrive. He had considered canceling the whole thing, tell them that they were misinformed. He could do so now, it wasn't too late. No, he couldn't. This needed to be done. The words he had to say, had to be spoken. He hadn't been nervous about something in years, he had always been confident in himself even if at times he was a bit over confident. Now for the first time since he was a young man he was having to rely on someone else, and he didn't like it.

There was a commotion, he could make out Marxus' voice. The fool was likely stirring up trouble again. Mr. White by this point had already known that his guest were arriving, in fact he had replaced a few of his windows for the occasion with normal panes of glass. The difference was impossible to tell visually but he knew where they were. If any of those who had been invited brought some unwanted guest his snipers would take them out when they walked into a killzone. He waited a moment before standing up grabbing a glass of whiskey along the way. He walked out into the lounge where he had an assortment of modern couches, all luxury with either a white or black fabric. They were soft as can as chinchilla's backside but cost as much as a car. Not as much as any of his cars, but the average Joe's car. He took a sip from his glass and called out to the group who he could just barely make out around the corner, "In here." He said simply but with power in his voice.

There were two sofas and a loveseat around him with a eero aarnio ball chair behind him facing the window. At the center of them was a table carved from a redwood tree just outside of San Francisco. The table was perhaps the most uncomfortable thing in the room but he took his seat there with one hand place on the table and the other tipping the glass at his lips. As the group approached he swallowed his drink and as he took the glass from his lips he put a finger to them. That meant, "Quiet. No questions." What he actually said was, "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today. Some of you perhaps wondered a bit too much which would explain why we are short a few guest." He looked around as everyone took their seat to notice a few would go unfilled. "I have my reasons for bringing each of you here, reasons I hope you will discover over the course of time. For now let me leave at this; you all have a potential to fill a role that needs to be filled. A role I believe each and every one of you is capable of..." There a clatter of metal on the ground and the patter of soles across the floor. At this Lucius rose his hand holding up two fingers and his thumb up towards the air. A signal to the marksmen outside to ready their shots.

Unexpectedly Marxus stumbled into the room and far from quiet. "Sorry about that. The monkey nuts at the entrance were being a bit..." "MARXUS DON'T MOVE!" Mr. White yelled. Marxus stopped and stuttered, "But sir, I know you didn't invite me but..." "Shut the fuck up you idiot and take a step back." Marxus was silent and embarrassed. He had plan to come in and act like a man standing up for what he felt was right only to find he was being treated like a kid. Then he noticed why. Three red dots lined up across the black of his shoe. If he were to take another step he would be falling to the ground with one less foot. He took a slow step back and apologized.

Lucius shook his head in disappointment and disregarded the command, the lights faded from view. "As I was saying." He continued taking a breath. "I believe you few people are capable of filling a certain role. A certain role...that I currently hold."