[h1][color=orange]Saint Frank[/color][/h1]
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[color=orange]"Alright, now hold the FUCK up."[/color] Frank called out, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up and proceeded to round about, approaching Cesare. Some of the men who set up the food started making motions, with Frank merely tossing up his hands and calling out, [color=orange]"Keep your fucking dicks tucked, It's my turn to talk!"[/color] He turned back towards Cesare, pointing at him. [color=orange]"You. Drop that mysterious benefactor bullshit and start telling me, crystal clear as you fucking can, who the hell you think you are."[/color]

The man looked calmly back at Frank, though the slightest spark of irritation danced in his eyes for just a moment. "I am Cesare from Chicago. More than that, you do not need to know."

Frank shook his head, no hint of his usual smile on his face. [color=orange]"That's not fucking good enough."[/color] He said, [color=orange]"You get me, and this table of fucking [i]circus freaks[/i] together, make an offer coupled with what I [i]assume[/i] to be a threat, and that's it?"[/color]

"'Offer' is generous. I consider what I've done to be more along the lines of describing what you will be doing for the foreseeable future. You will, of course, be amply compensated for your time." Cesare smiled, perfect white teeth gleaming in his tanned face.

[color=orange]"Amply compensated, yeah?"[/color] Frank retorted, motioning towards the rest of the table. [color=orange]"Got enough currency for all of us? Or is there a hint of 'repayment through non-direct, lucrative opportunities' here? You know who I am, right? What I [i]do[/i]?"[/color]

"Franklin St. Jopling," Cesare recited in a bored tone. "South African, former rank-and-file and now managing director of the Sunflower Group. If I didn't know who you are or what you do, my friend, then you would not be here today. Listen, I understand your recalcitrant attitude. I really do. I could be anyone. However, I can assure you that my intentions are exactly as I have stated. This is not a trap of any kind. I am not affiliated with The Coalition or any law enforcement agency, and I would be happy to prove it."

Frank stood there for a moment, thinking of how to respond. He turned his head towards Baba, who shook his head. Then to Cliff, who just stared back. He turned again to Cesare, pointing at him again. [color=orange]"As much... as I fucking [i]hate[/i] the very [i]idea[/i] of the Coalition... I still don't like you expecting me and my men to just go along with your first orders of business, BUT..."[/color] He raised his finger, taking some glances around the room to make sure no one was getting ready to shoot him or anything. [color=orange]"But... I... [i]expect[/i], to a [i]reasonable capacity[/i], that if you know what I do... then you'll understand why the idea of the Sunflower Group working with some of these... [i]things[/i], is not the best idea, yeah?"[/color]

"These are strange and miserable times, Frank. And misery makes for strange bedfellows." Cesare considered a moment, then leaned in. "I'll make you a deal. Call it a signing-on bonus. Any leftovers from Capizzi's motley crew of hired help that manages to get away- they're yours. I'm sure they'll fetch a fantastic price abroad. We can even help you arrange a pipeline to Pittsburgh- we have a very small but very professional branch there. Deal?" Cesare extended a perfectly manicured hand for Frank to shake.

Frank turned his head, again, towards his adjutants. Shrugs from both of them. He looked back at Cesare's hand, then back up at the man's face. He pointed once again. [color=orange]"If these 'leftovers' don't fetch satisfying prices... then I can't guarantee I'll continue offering mine and my group's services. But..."[/color] He grabbed Cesare's hand and continued. [color=orange]"I [i]suppose[/i] we'll tackle that weapons deal you mentioned and... see what happens."[/color] Their hands shook, and then detached. Frank backed up a bit before saying, [color=orange]"But if any of these other chucklefucks decide they want in on that op too, can't tell you for certain it's gonna be all buddy-buddy. Understand?"[/color]

"Perfectly," Cesare replied. "I don't ask for miracles, Frank. Just a shipment of weapons, however necessary."

[color=orange]"Yeah."[/color] Frank replied, nodding. [color=orange]"We'll see how it plays out, [i]Cesare[/i]."[/color] He turned again towards his adjutants and called out, [color=orange]"Baba! Cliff! Outside, with me."[/color] As the two men began making their way towards the doors, Frank turned back to Cesare and said, a tad sarcastically, [color=orange]"Assuming you already have some way for me to contact you in mind or, should I write you my number on a napkin?"[/color]

Cesare grinned. "I'll be in touch."

Frank nodded, putting on that smile once again. He proceeded past Cesare, passing one last glance at the other occupants of the table - those who looked not all too human, especially - and then left through the doors, following Baba and Cliff.