It wasn’t often that Jay Walters directly oversaw the receiving of the multi-million dollar cargo load of goods that drove a completely underground economy in the city. It was an underground economy which he happened to play a very key role in facilitating, along with few other competitors of course. Jay treated his business transactions as if his selling commodity was no different to any other commodity on the market, apart from the armed guards, killings and the occasional torture for information of course. Working his way up the ladder for many years meant that Jay had little to do with the lower rungs of the ways in which the goods were manufactured, transported and sold. He was at the top, he made the big decisions, and regularly he had many below him taking the fall for him illegal activities. Years in the business meant that he had almost perfected living a completely double life. A glance at the 28 year old male, clean cut, charming and always well-dressed would never leave anyone questioning his reliability or his motives for that matter.
After many attempts it had been decided that just past midnight on a Friday was the most appropriate time to receive the cargo load as it just happened to coincide with the changing of the harbour guards. It all took place in a more deserted area of the harbour where little surveillance or monitoring occurred and this suited Jay’s plans perfectly. Jay stood tall on a cement block on the harbour, his green eyes alertly following his four armed guards who with the help of the men on the ship quickly and efficiently transferred the container of goods onto a nearby truck. The chill in the air hit Jay’s lips as they sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to blow warm air into his hands in an attempt to warm up. This wasn’t how he usually spent his Friday nights of course, and it wouldn’t be the end of his Friday night either. After overseeing the successful transfer of the multi-million dollar load, Jay quickly got into the back seat of his black Escalade with tinted winters, informing his driver of the details of the club he was meeting a few friends at.
Having a less than regular social life was the one thing that kept Jay sane on a daily basis and kept him from going completely out of his mind with the many precautions he had to take to keep himself from getting caught or leaving traces for the feds. A slick dark grey suit clung to his somewhat muscular and defined body, paired with a plain white shirt beneath it, top buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of his chest. A hint of cologne followed the dark haired male into the V.I.P area of one of the most prestigious clubs in the city. Checking his back at all times, Jay ordered a beer from a waiter before meeting three friends at a booth.