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[center][u][b]The Buisness of Evil[/b][/u][/center]

It was a nice restaurant, meat hung off the racks in the back as the smell whiffed through the air that only a Vampire could sense. Ever since his turning he liked his steak bloody, even though animal blood wasn't the same it still had a appeasing taste nonetheless. Going down smooth with a glass of burbon. Despite the mid afternoon dinner he didn't look out of place for the class of clientele the restaurant served. As he and Carol had a conversation to cover the current events that are transpiring around the Criminal Underworld.

It was clear, Miss Rachelli was still being targeted. The Merc War Pulse had been hired to find and likely bring her in. Most assuredly by the same people who instigated that mess at the Steel Mill some months ago, he heard rumors that her blood was special, something he wanted to look into. He also wanted to ensure none of his potential or current Enemies could lay their hands on her it was for that end that he had paid the Merc Flower to keep tabs on Miss Racheli; even if she couldn't find her herself one of those who adied her might know her true whereabouts, and eventually someone will come looking. Flower was one of his own Mercs under the Cowl who by now would have discovered her true allegiances, however it wasn't something that mattered as she was mostly someone to track the Cowls' ground movements as he situationed his men, and how they trust their faceless boss. Still Flowers' power set was useful when he needed her to apply force.

And as Carol spoke she informed him of the visit she recived from a strange visitor who called himself the Broker. A fellow who offered some kind of invitation, Carol inquired what his plans were yet the man, or being had no intetion of revealing them yet. 

Broker entered the restourant, alone this time. He did not trust blueberry around expensive food. Sure he could afford it. But greed burned ever bring in him and losing money on his daughters endless eating was not on todays agenda. He smiled at Barron as he took a seat.

[color=ed1c24]"I do apologize"[/color] He said. [color=ed1c24]"I meant to catch you in Nevada."[/color] As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and got the waiters attention. A few whispered words and soon the entire place was being vacated but for a few select customers.[color=ed1c24]"Now. I also have to apologize about not being candid with your lovely wife. There is a certein protocol to my things, beloved better half or not."[/color]  His voice was casual, his posture relaxed. But his eyes were keen and sharp as a finely sharpened blade.

"[color=9e0039]You match my Wife's description, down to the tie. Remember Mr. Broker my Wife is my Honor, keep that in mind, disrespect her and you deal with me. Now then, You had business?"[[/color] Barron spoke with force, a brutality found only among certain Mafisos yet he applied it like a delicate vice.

[color=ed1c24]"I did indeed."[/color]  Broker said, clearly unphased by the sheer dominating presence of the Vampire. Unphased but not unimpressed. It was his understanding he was fairly young as far as vampires went yet he allready had such an presence. It would not do to make an enemy out someone with such potential. And best of all was that the man, vampire or not, reeked of greed. Bottomless, violent and dark greed. Not the petty thirst for wealth. No this was the real deal. He produced a few papers from deep within his suit. He layed it infront Barron. [color=ed1c24]"These are all high end private estates, casinos, hotels and other properties that you have yet to put under your control."[/color] He said matter of factly. [color=ed1c24]"I own a large part of the board of construction in the state of Nevada. I was there when the City of Las Vegas was made reality."[/color] He smiled broadly, showing rows of sharp teeth. "It was a lucrative affair. But I have moved on. They can all be yours, I will also provide you with a list of name of people whom I got under my thumb. People who will not bite or bark, but kindly roll over for you." 

Barron looked at the papers, somewhat interested but he himself not needing the properties that lay within, still if a good deal can be made he could easily turn a meaty profit. [color=9e0039]"And why."[/color] Barron said as he placed his silverware down, [color=9e0039]"Would I acquire these properties? The money is all well and good, and could certainly finace more of my operations but it's not something I particularly need. No. I already control the majority of the city Government, placing these under my control only places gold in my coffers, it does not directly advance my goals. So tell me, what strings do you have attached to them?"[/color] Barron spoke coldly as he drank from his glass. The ice clacking reverberating through the empty resturant.

[color=ed1c24]"Well. If you do not want them, there are others that do. People who have interests in taking that precius control from you. People like the Cowl. This is not a threat mind you, this is the reality of the transactions that we must make in life."[/color] He said with a shrug and nodded to the waiter as he served a bottle of red and a tall footed glass. Broker waited for it to be poured.

[color=9e0039]"I have all eternity."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"But I don't want to do that dear Barron."[/color] He stapled his fingers and leaned forward. "The strings so to speak. Is in my real offer. To long has the many darker forces gotten in eachothers way. Fey and Vampires, Demons and Liches. We are primal forces in essence. We are driven by Greed, lust, unchecked passions and boundless ambition." He said as he sipped. [color=ed1c24]"It is time we move into the 21st century. I am not speaking of petty criminal networks or becoming a politican in all but name. I am speaking of the driving force that govern all things from war to handouts. Money. Capitalism. Corperations."[/color] He let the word linger.

[color=9e0039]"The only one who can call me dear. Is my wife, and you don't look a thing alike."[/color] Said Barron while he sliced into the final

[color=ed1c24][/color]"No. No we don't. For one, I look a mess in a dress as they say. But, on to buisness again. You can control a city. But while you do, organizations like The Syndicate are global and ammassing resources and strength in capital and influence. While I sit and figure out a new scheme, some good for nothing cape or wayward magician will stumble upon a fey plot and fuck it all up for everyone. It is time for "evil" to look to the future. Towards synergy." 

[color=9e0039]"And this, Synergy includes what, some Cabal of Evil."[/color] It greatly depended upon what the goals of this group was, a team of evil of sorts. However Barron couldn't deny that keeping tabs on his competition was a good thing, benefical even to his own operations; yet limiting himself to another group and their rules might not sit well with his own temperment and style. Still as he thought even for a while it'd do good to keep his enemies closer as the addage goes. [color=9e0039]"There'll be some discussion with my Wife before I accept this offer, assuming this joint Cabal of evil doesn't just include me and my Wife." [/color] 

[color=ed1c24]"You trust your wife Barron. And I know you two do everything together more or less. She is welcome. And please, Cabals are so oldfashion. Consider this a.... Board of directors."[/color]

[color=9e0039]"A Directerate Of Evil, no, hold on. A Directerate of Deviants! Hmm, too flashy?" [/color] Barron said jokingly gaging Brokers' response.

He smirked.[color=ed1c24] "Evil Inc. may be a bit on the nose. But its what I call it when nobody is listening. I am a sucker for the old 60's secret agent stuff."[/color] Broker said as he sipped his wine. [color=ed1c24]"Besides, what power is greater then that of Corperate interest in this day and age..."[/color]
 
 [color=9e0039]"Aside from Nuclear Weapons, Magic and My Dashing Good looks, My Wife. Quite frankly she's scarier than I most times. Especially when she's shopping, I almost feel sorry for the shop keepers. That, was a joke." [/color]
 
 Broker chuckled. [color=ed1c24]"Ah, and here I was gonna sympathize. Then again. My daughter ate her mother. So. Do we have an understanding? As long as your wife agrees that is." [/color] 
 
 [color=9e0039]"We might, once I run the proposal over with her, and assuming your Daughter stays away from my Buffets. Any one who can eat their Mother must have quite the appetite."[/color]
 
 [color=ed1c24]"I wouldn't want you to go bankrupt. I will tell her to stay away." Broker laughed.[/color]
 
 [color=9e0039]"I'd just foot you the bill. You could probably pay for it."[/color] Barron matched whatever smile Broker had on his face as he signaled the wiater for his bill.