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[h1]Cyrus Levine, Jeremy - Iceman, Akula Gun Team Frosty[/h1]

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[h2]New Point - Some Dive[/h2]

[b]Collab with [@Estylwen][/b]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [@Yankee] Adel - Canary. [b]Interactions:[/b] [@Estylwen] Jeremy - Iceman, Cyrus.
Jeremy’s eye’s shot between the two Akula’s escorting him. One of the Akula’s chuckled. “Throws his cards down and gets desperate right from the get go. Hell of a diplomat.”

The other shouldered past and reached into his jacket to retrieve a thin $10,000 (1 wealth) bundle from his jacket. As Jeremy reached for it the Akula lifted his hand back. “Let me tell you a story quickly. There was this little rookie we called Skip. Skip wasn’t very good at his job but he never took the hint to hit the road. One day the big Barman gave Skip a milk run of a mission that held some importance regardless. Skip being Skip, fucked it up and lost all the money as well.”

The Akula lent in and steered Jeremy away from Cyrus for a moment. “Now Antonio was so displeased that whatever he did to poor little Skip, there was nothing left for us to find. So here are your options.” The Akula's eye’s met Jeremy’s. “You take the hint and enjoy a drink with your friend here. We tell Antonio you got cold feet. Done. Or, you take the money and show us what kind of smooth operator you are. If you end up being deadweight?” The Akula shrugged. “Let’s just agree that you don’t want to be deadweight.”

The Akula lowered their hand with the money again. “So what’s the play buddy? You want this little dream to end? Or do you think you’re ready to work with the sharks?”

Jeremy stared at the bundle of cash, up at the Akula, then back down at the cash. He reached up and took it out of the Akula's hands. [b]”Just… gimme that.”[/b]

He didn't have the luxury of showing his discomfort on his face. But he already had a lot riding on this. Namely getting more of that drug. And he was going to get more, come hell or high water.

He took the money and slapped it on the counter, glancing at Cyrus. [b]”10,000, take it or leave it.”[/b]

Cyrus, pretending like he hadn't heard most of that conversation between Jeremy and his ‘friends’, gave him that easy smile again, shaking his head. [b]”I said $20,000.”[/b]

Jeremy gritted his teeth, [b]”Well you're getting $10,000, or we're walking to pay the Canaries a visit.”[/b]

Cyrus held up his hands in mock horror. [b]”Oh no, the Canaries. My one weakness.”[/b]

He chuckled at his own joke, then shrugged. [b]”Alright, Jeremy. Just this once, I'll cut you a deal.”[/b]

And he held out his hand for the $10,000. Jeremy eagerly handed it over. Once it was pocketed away, Cyrus started talking.
[b]”Funny. If you went to the Canaries they'd probably lie and say they have no clue. Those are the people you want to talk with. Their boys were the ones who picked you off the street. They would know more about this ‘mysterious drug’ that they stuck ya with.”[/b]

Jeremy smiled wide. A victory. [b]”You're the best, Mr. Levine. I won't forget this.”[/b]

And he turned to the Akula men. [b]”Ya hear that? Looks like we're headed to Silverside.”[/b]

The Akula that handed the money over wasted no time leading the others to leave for Silverside. “Alright back the car lads. If we can’t find the Canary we call The Eel.” 

The easy going Akula gave Cyrus a happy mock salute before leaving, giving Jeremy a slap on the back while walking along the street. “Well goddamn man you turned that around real good! The way you went in at first I thought this would just be a bit of a laugh but hey, cleaned up real good. Don’t mind Grinch, he’s always a grumpy shit. My name’s Lucky, well it’s not really my name, but we have this little tradition where we get named after our ‘defining moments’. Being so subtle and smooth you could be ‘PeaceMaker’, or ‘Mr Fahrenheit’, ooo maybe ‘[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEbFfoBPfw4]Wisenheimer Snow Miser[/url]’? the possibilities man…”

Jeremy grinned, little stars in his eyes. [b]”I like all of those, yeah.”[/b]

Grinch, the Akula that handed the money over groaned and looked back to Jeremy. “If he starts talking about shitty old Christmas movies, please.” Then discreetly handed Jeremy a handgun. “Just make it stop.” The last look he gave to Jeremy suggested he didn’t care which one of the two Akula’s caught the bullet, only that duty was done.

Jeremy gave the gun a wide stare, before hastily stowing it away on his person. He knew how to use it, of course. Everyone in the underground scene of Nocturnia [i]knew[/i]. Though he wasn't sure if Grinch was joking or not. What a way to go, though. All over Christmas movies.
[b]”Right…”[/b]

The journey to Silverside thankfully continued without an outbreak of gunfire or further festive rambling.
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