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Post by phatgdog69 on Apr 8, 2011 22:09:15 GMT -5
[13 March, 2069. 22:36, Dingy street, Downtown]
Well, that didn't go so well. Sterling had a few more tricks to pull - and being bashed in the face with a pistol did wonders for convincing him to take the gloves off.
First, was to call a cab back to to the bar, grab his actual car and get home to wash and plot his next moves. He decided to give Lowell a few hours of rest to cool down before shaking him down for more details. Sterling knew he wouldn't be too receptive after that gambit, but he needed leverage and had a few ideas on how to wield it. Plus, there was still Lucas, but he needed more info from Lowell first.
Sterling took the cab ride to consider his options - This Costone obviously had a lot to lose on the line, so he could be pushed out of his comfort zone, but the trick was not to make him desperate... Dealing with corp guys was much easier, these gangers and mafioso were too jumpy for Sterling's taste...
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Post by phatgdog69 on May 5, 2011 10:17:55 GMT -5
[14 March, 2069. 8:22, Sterling's Condo, Downtown]
Sterling pondered over breakfast and the residual pain under his eye. At first, it was business - now, it was personal. There was leverage out there somewhere, and he was going to get it and flex every piece of it until Costone broke. First order of the day, make the calls he should have sucked up his pride and done first.
<<D. Sterling @ N. Lucas>>
<<Hey, Nils, quick message - I wanna know what you know about a James ''Jimmy Bags'' Costone - all the dirt. Especially the dirt. I'll be glad to squeeze him for anything you want to know, too.>>
<<D. Sterling @ T. Lowell>>
<<No gangster here this time. I know you're pissed, but I need to know every fine detail of this 'loan' he owes you if you want your money in a clean and timely fashion. Who, what, where when, why - what it started at, what changed it - everything. You know I hate asking questions, but its personal now. >>
He had nothing to work with until anyone returned his calls, but he could push even with nothing if he had to. First, he wanted to get something more before going to Alfred, though there were other steps he could do first.
Sterling sighed - it was looking like this job would end up costing all his pay in incidental expenses. So, more work was necessary - that was how you get stuck in this kind of work, they said.
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Post by NoOnesShowMonkey on May 10, 2011 10:36:50 GMT -5
[14 March, 2069. 10:07, Law Offices of Baker et al, Downtown]
After having been at the office for an hour or so, Sterling notes an incoming call. It's Lowell. Taking a deep breath, Sterling steels himself for what is likely to be a fencing match over the trid-com.
<<Torin @ Sterling>>
<<'I accept your apology.
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Anyways. Some negotiations professional you turned out to be. Doing the dirt isn't like working a court room, Sterling. Don't ever bring me and my worse halves together again - I pay you to be a middle man.
In response to your message, the debt is from gambling. Costone likes to throw his money around and act the old-time gangster, cuff-links and minks, that kind of thing. He was playing in a game of mine and got in pretty deep, I bank-rolled him and he kept losing. Now he needs to pay up. Simple as that.
He was in deep for twenty large, so we worked a few things out on the side. He scratched my back, I dropped his principal. Then he gets all high and mighty about it, talking about how 'favors count as cred', and that he'd paid me back. I can't stand the smell of shit, so I sent some guys around the way to pick up the cred the old fashioned way. Our buddy Jimmy Bags took umbrage, and things went a little sideways.
Fact of the matter is that the cunt owes me at least twelve thousand - never you mind any other outstanding accounts he has around the city.
I just want mine. And I want you to get it for me. Got it, this time?'>>
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