[color=darkcyan][h3]Deeandra~[/h3][/color]

     From the small circle of vision provided by the scope, Dee was able to have a clean view of the drop minus the occasional flurry of dirt tossed up into clouds by the wind.  The heat was already sweltering, even though it was far passed noon.  Attempting to ignore the droplets forming on her brow, along with the annoyance at the gas mask on her face her abilities of staying focused were certainly challenged.  Eyes following her own men, her puma negotiator stepped from the safety behind the guard and walked toward what could only be assumed the captain of the land vessel.  Presenting the suitcase at his side, his thumbs moved swiftly, releasing the latches, the flash of light a signal in itself to the amount of crowns inside.  Keeping her eyes on the gators a smirk flicked across her face…[color=darkcyan][i]Soon…but not yet[/i][/color]

[i]On the drop Site[/i]

     Marcus opened the case allow the putrid souls before him to have a peak at her contents.  In his eyes the alligators were nothing but pawns in the grand schemes of his mistress, one of the reasons he volunteered himself to be the dealer.  There was no need for Dee to need to come into contact with such lowly filth of the earth.  In reality, his ideas of Deeandra were skewed into a bias of his affections towards her, along with being raised alongside her most of his life; his mind placed her on a pedestal.

     As one of the crew of the pirates attempted to stick his claws into the suitcase, Marcus slammed it shut.  [color=silver]“Do I take it we have a deal then boys?  If so I suggest you show me we are getting exactly what we asked for.  Once they are loaded you will get your payment.[/color]  The pirates themselves not too keen to disrespect adjusted the guns on their shoulder at an attempt of intimidation.  “And what says we just kill yous and ya men and take the plunder for ourselves?  Takin’ the merchandise with us?”  Walking over to a crate and leaning against it the puma nudged his direction towards Dee’s car in the back.  An unspoken understanding came over that the Godmother would rather shoot the tank on the army truck, blowing them all up, than risk such an embarrassment.

     The pirate captain stepped in at this point, motioning for the men to open the crates with crowbars, “Aye, we certainly wouldn’t want any of that now would we?”  Marcus slid to the side, pleased all was going smoothly.  Muscles flexed and within moments the front of the wooden box fell open.  The smile on his face widened into that of a Cheshire grin. [color=silver][i]Definitely satisfactory[/i][/color]

[i]Kiss of Death[/i]

     When the men moved their large machine guns, suggesting a coup Deeandra’s finger instinctively rested itself on the trigger, barrel moving to take aim on the truck itself.  Holding her breath to remain steady, she only relaxed when the captain seemed to intervene.  Exhaling, she went back to scanning the area as a simple observer,  [color=darkcyan] “Marliena, take note that Marcus is getting a raise upon his return.  His persuasion skills have [i]pleased[/i] me well.”[/color]  The sound of scribbling on paper was followed by a “Yes ma’am.”

     As the crate door fell open Dee all but licked her lips in pleasure.  Watching as Marc picked up a rpg, caused all of her hairs to stand up on full alert.  Feeling her heartbeat rise, catching in her chest, she only wished the crates were already loaded on the vehicles.  That process alone would take another thirty minutes…then the handing over of the crowns…22,000 worth.  Putting all of her effort on what was in front of her, she could not risk missing a beat.  Not that the money would be an issue.  She gave Marcus full reign on killing them once the deal was finished.  The last thing Dee needed was anyone else getting their hands on a load like this again.

     Mumbling to the distance figures unable to hear her she all but purred, [color=darkcyan] "Nothing personal boys.  Just business."[/color]

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