Black Manta II
Location: Bludhaven Docks
Kaldur'ahm didn't want to be in Bludhaven dock anymore than what was necessary to conduct the business "transaction" with his contracted clientele, a man by the name of Don Corniega, one of the foremost "distributors" of Gotham. Those who dealt with him directly didn't speak too fondly of the man. He was the worse kind of criminal. A sweaty greasy balding pig of a man who constantly made off-colored remarks as if they were common pleasantries who seemed stuck in an era by-gone judging from the tony montana-esque vintage disco collection he wore , though it was undeniable the kind of pull he had throughout the underworld. The man was criminal royalty, Kaldur'ahm desperately needed funding. He had to tolerate this insufferable man if it meant putting food on the table, many of his men while fugitives and ex-cons had families on the surface whom they had taken care of.
Black Manta and his manta troops were contracted to secure a shipment as a sort of criminal Fed-Ex. He didn't want to think too much about the specifics of their arrangement, though he knew where these drugs would most likely go.
A fancy looking all-black Mercedez benz pulled up into a stretch of Bludhaven docks neighboring Black Manta's docked manta submarine, the type of thing you would expect. A few figures stepped out of the car.
Don Corniega approached Black Manta personally, "Earlier than I expected, I thought you people were always late"
"Well, As a professional I have a certain reputation to uphold. I can't just go around being late to important business functions. It would reflect poorly on my brand, it would hurt my base as well as potential business associates. " Kaldur'ahm explained.
"Wow, you're a lot more educated sounding than I thought you would be. At first I didn't know if I should go with you guys at first, because you know... He leaned forward as if he were prepared to say something profound, though it was in all likelihood stupid. "a black shipping company, seriously? but you boys are all right. I almost thought you'd smoke it all up or something.
Kaldur groaned underneath his manta helmet, showing a growing lack of patience.
"Can I see my product?" Kaldur'ahm gestured to one of his men to wheel out the shipment. Kaldur sliced open the package. Corniega dipped a finger into the white contents, taking a whiff before tasting the substance. He seemed satisfied with the product. "This right here is pure unadultered cocaína. "
"If everything is all right, me and my men will be taking our leave now, we have other engagements to attend. You have our invoice. " Black Manta began to walk back to his sub until he overheard something.
"Those underprivileged monkeys up at north gotham will be hooked on this as soon as we cook this up. First stop Gotham, next Chicago and every other ghetto in America. They're animals, they'll kill each other over dope this good. " Corniega not so tactfully blurted.
"Excuse me...I didn't quite catch that" Manta chimed. The rest of his manta troops were stone silent in apparent shock over what Don had said so brazenly. Did he not know?
"I mean no offense, it's just that there's an order to this hierarchy. Guys like me at the top, mafia heads, college campus connects, then the n&%#@. You understand, don't you?" He was digging himself a bigger hole the more he talked if that were even possible.
"Yes, I do...." Kaldur would not be needing his water bearers for such a menial task, deeming that too worthy, he reached for a harpoon gun, the line releasing with deadly purpose. the bladed hook launched burrowing through Don's spine and emerging out from his windpipe, a most unpleasantly graphic display, he was like live bait caught on a line, the force of the shot sent his corpse into the docks depths in which he sank.
Kaldur'aham felt that he should say something to his men. "I'm no saint, so for me to do something like this must certainly mean something, but I think that's what my father would have done if he were still here. I know that many of you men come from drug infested neighborhoods like ones in North Gotham. My orders for you all is to take whatever you can, re-sell it to the rich at a higher value and donate the proceeds to community-based causes, because men like Noriega have no qualms about preying upon families like your own. I need to see an acquaintance in town. I will return..."