Jesus Malverde was nervous, very nervous. They had just finished the last trip to Gran Canaria. When he had been instructed to pick up some passengers and cargo head to a location unknown to him. He nor his crew was prepared for what came next.
Upon landing, the Derived Demand was cleaned from top to bottom. He and his bridge crew were told to not leave the bridge under any circumstances.
He knew better than to resist any thing said to him. He watched as his ship was loaded.
He could not belive the opulence. Wine to kill a stable full of horses, Luxury consumer goods fit for a King, Diamonds.
Malverde had been standing near the doorway of the bridge. He had watched as some scary looking security personnel escorted a group of people to the lower crew quarters. That whole section of the ship had under gone a quick retro fit and a make over, and it now looked like a high class whore house.
A man in a suit walked over and handed Malverde a piece of paper. "Get us to these coordinates...don't ask questions, its above your pay grade.", turned around and disappeared down the hallway.
That had been over a day ago. The party going on down below could be heard through the bulkheads. That was the least of his worries. He was in unfamiliar space surrounded by ships speaking in an unfamiliar manner.
"Jefe...why they bring us all this way to sit in front of a Sealed Jump gate?" Orlando was beyond puzzled and had been since maneuvering the ship past the Orkney mine fields.
"Its above your pay grade Orlando." Malverde looked around the bridge. His crew was tired and tense. He motioned for the cook to pass out some wine and soften the mood.
"And it seems above my pay grade as well." Malverde grunted, and took a drink of wine, and looked hard at the seal jump gate in front of his motionless ship, and then down at the ships cargo manifest he held in his hands.
What ever was about to happen, it looked like it was heading towards a very big party.
Malverde waited as long as his patience would let him, for any sign that he was to wait around Paris. Orlando had come and told him that they were not going to give his ship clearance to take off. He instructed Orlando to take the crew and open the exterior sewage vents, and proceed to vent the tanks.
Orlando did as he was told and 10 minutes later, a nervous Gallic official came and granted them clearance to take off. They shut the hatches and were in space 30 minutes later. The crew was again laughing at the captains ingenuity.
"aiii Jefe...how did you know to do that?" asked Orlando.
"Orlando....did you not see the place? Sanitized down to the microbe, no way they were going to let a bunch of sirian toxic waste spill all over their fuu fuu space dock." His crew laughing again at his dramatism. "And the way they look at me...I don't like it." Malverde shiffting in his chair abit.
"Contact Jefe..looks like another military checkpoint."
They had been through three. No one yet had anything to say about their cargo.
"Hold the position right here. Let him get a good look at us...it is always easier to ask for forgiveness than beg for permission." Malverde took a drink of his ever present bottle of wine.
Four long minutes went buy in silence on the Bridge of the Derived Demand. No one moving to much from their stations.
IND]Derived.Demand: Ehhhh we are clear to proceed..Jefe?
Empire.des.Tenebres: Brun: where are you heading with those munitions?
Everyone on the bridge tensed up slightly. With all the military transports moving about they had manage to blend in with the rest and had not been questioned till now.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Oh..well...these are going to your front lines...as far as i know... Empire.des.Tenebres: Brun: bien you may proceed
[IND]Derived.Demand: I dont check the paper work..but if there is a problem...I
Empire.des.Tenebres: Brun: safe travels
[IND]Derived.Demand: Thank you
"Front lines Jefe?" Orlando already dialing in the sequence to the next set of lanes.
"What?..." Malverde responded with a shy grinn. "I don't lie to the man...they go to the front lines...I just don't say what side of the front lines...plus Orlando..these go to the Mollies..its not our business what they do with them later or who they kill."
The crew settled into its routine of maneuvering from lane to lane. Malverde, set about to keeping up to date on his paper work. A few hours past, as they were leaving Gallia, a new contact came on screen.
"Its a fighter Jefe...still out of scan range."
"Open a channel.." Instructed Malverde.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Bonjour Mister..
+LE+Christine.Armand: Bonjour there.
+LE+Christine.Armand: And it's mademoiselle, if you don't mind.
The crew let out a loud burst of laughter. It was a common thing to happen to Malverde. He could never seen to have the right opening line. He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand creating a loud slap sound. His crew laughed some more.
[IND]Derived.Demand: ah...yes...I hear that now...yes...My mistake...
+LE+Christine.Armand: Good for you.
[IND]Derived.Demand: a thousand pardons fair maiden
"Target is moving off Jefe...looks like your skill with the women got us out of another problem Jefe" Orlando threw that in as a punch line to the whole situation.
"Get us out of here..for the love of all that is unholy..Orlando." Malverde huffed and got up. "I am heading to my quarters. I need some sleep." They were back in Orkney now, familiar space for most of them, even if the authorities had changed, he felt certain Orlando could handle it.
Eighteen hours later, Jesus Malverde walked back onto the bridge. He was shaven clean and rested.
"Buenos dias People..how are tings, and where the hell are we." Malverde slid into his chair, taking note of the color of space around them, and the 4 empty bottles of wine at the feet of Orlando.
"Ah...Hola Jefe...si...I brought us to Dublin like you ask...then...we all need a break..so, I get this miner, to mine and fill us up, we been here for a good while, the rest of the crew has rested and changed shifts..the miner is almost done, we can get underway shortly."
Orlando walked over and handed his boss a report tablet. Malverde looked at the chat logs and reports from the previous hours. Nothing of notice Malverde thought to himself. He ordered the ship to make way for New London as soon as he they could. He sat down and worked up and sent off some backlogged delivery manifest, paper work that had been sitting on his tablet for a week.
"Capitan..eh...New London sir.."
"Bien scan the ships around, tell me what we have to choose from." Malverde looking at the results a second later on his info tablet. He spotted something he liked, and Malverde knew he was going to need the extra help getting a shipment of gold ore to Pittsburgh. "Open a channel."
Malverde activated his latest toy, a automated voice changer. It took away any residual accent a person might have and filtered it to produce something the listener is familiar with. Something he picked up at a Junker station, and a must in Gallia.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: HOla...freelancer....are you for hire
Tavish.Degroot.: Depends on the job.
DjYat: someone of you available for hire for escort
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: my name is Lee Ramos...get me to Planet Pittsburgh...I will make it worth your while..
Tavish.Degroot.: Liberty hmm? Alright.
DjYat: i pay 1 mil for escort to rheinland
Tavish.Degroot.: What route you're taking?
[IND]Derived.Demand: Aiii..thank you..thats a little cheap...i need to trust a profesional...
[IND]Derived.Demand: manchester magellan...cali..ny..
Tavish.Degroot.: Alright. Should work out. I'll scout ahead and tell you when I've encountered trouble.
[IND]Derived.Demand: That sounds good my friend...
Tavish.Degroot.: You're ready to go?
"Send a credit transfer to his ship, 2.5 million." Ordered Malverde.
"Jefe, thats a lot of money...eh..."
"Shut up...we have a lot to loose...send it and open the channel back up." Lately Orlando was becoming more and more like a mother in law, always something to say.
You have sent 2.500.000 credits to tavish.degroo [IND]Derived.Demand: something to seal the deal...more when we get there
[IND]Derived.Demand: Yes...we can head off ...your lead...
As they past through the gates, lanes and systems, the conversation was typical of any convoy, and they quickly made good progress.
Tavish.Degroot.: Lane disrupted. Minor annoyance.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: You know the systems we will pass through well i expect?
Tavish.Degroot.: I spent some time in Liberty. I know them quite well.
Tavish.Degroot.: All clear here.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Bien..right behind you..
Tavish.Degroot.: The gate is safe too.
Tavish.Degroot.: Something holding you up?
[IND]Derived.Demand: no gate problems, be right there
Tavish.Degroot.: you can jump.
Tavish.Degroot.: Lane clear.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Right behind you...
Tavish.Degroot.: Alright. Move on.
[IND]Derived.Demand: You went magelaan?
Tavish.Degroot.: I though you said Magellan?
Tavish.Degroot.: You're going through Cortez or Magellan now?
Tavish.Degroot.: gate is clear
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: Si...Si...I said Magellan...but my navigator has been drinking a bit..apologies...right behind you..
Tavish.Degroot.: No problem as long as we get there in one piece.
Tavish.Degroot.: Alright. other side is clear too.
Tavish.Degroot.: Lane disrupted, but no problems.
Tavish.Degroot.: All clear. Let's hope California is as quiet.
Tavish.Degroot.: Safe so far.
Tavish.Degroot.: What the...
[IND]Derived.Demand: What is that
Yoma: **human...beings...**
Tavish.Degroot.: I better move on...
[IND]Derived.Demand: my engines are disrupted.
Tavish.Degroot.: Some alien of some sort
[IND]Derived.Demand: si...engines back online..
Tavish.Degroot.: Good.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Did you get a scan?
[IND]Derived.Demand: That would be worth credits to the right people...
Tavish.Degroot.: It was too fast.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: Aiii it was just a glimps here as well...
Tavish.Degroot.: Alright clear here.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Bien...I am right behind you....
Tavish.Degroot.: We're lucky. Not a single pirate yet.
[IND]Derived.Demand: I must Hire you more often Senyor....you seem to have good luck about you...
Tavish.Degroot.: At least sometimes.
Tavish.Degroot.: Everything clear here.
Tavish.Degroot.: West Point too.
Tavish.Degroot.: You want to go over Manhattan or Norfolk?
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: your choice Jefe....Tavish.Degroot.: Alright 'hattan it is
[IND]Derived.Demand: Bien....
Tavish.Degroot.: A strange sight.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Interesting...
Tavish.Degroot.: Katanas in Liberty are rare
[IND]Derived.Demand: I try to stay away from Kusari...a slight lady problem...
Tavish.Degroot.: Ah. Well too bad.
Tavish.Degroot.: Well that was nearly boring *chuckles*
You have sent 5.000.000 credits to Tavish.Degroot
[IND]Derived.Demand: Malverde: Sir..I Lee Ramos and the crew of the Derived Demand thank you ...
Tavish.Degroot.: Don't worry. I kind of missed Liberty anyways.
[IND]Derived.Demand: I will be heading back to Dublin...with something less valuable..I should be albe to pay may way..
[IND]Derived.Demand: You did receive the payment...is it sufficient?
[IND]Derived.Demand: Sir...I would check your acount log...5milllion was sent before we landed..
Tavish.Degroot.: hmm. Well excuse me for a moment. I need to check it then.
Tavish.Degroot: Ah. I see. It got sent to this bank account.
Tavish.Degroot: Thank you very much.
Tavish.Degroot: Well goodbye then. Maybe we'll see each other again.
[IND]Derived.Demand: Si...hopefully so....very safe and easy run...
"Bien chicos...Looks like we shop on Manhattan today and tomorrow we take some days on Cortez Si?" Malverde was steadfast in giving his crew some rest. He decided he would not move until an order came in from IND, or until his money ran out.
The Crew of the Derived Demand had spent the day on Manhattan buying a few things. Jesus Malverde was interested in purchasing another ship, and had been to see some dealers. They had taken off from Manhattan, had left New York, and had past Mojave. Malverde was feeling pretty good about himself. He had been looking over the math of his last transfers and transactions. After bribes, fines, fuel cost and crew split, he was now a fairly wealthy man.
"Jefe...comming up on planet Los Angeles" Reported Orlando.
"Bien Orlando.." Malverde in an extremely good mood, "Boys, when we get to Cortez..a bonus for everyone, then we make some runs and visit some family..Take us on to the Cortez Gate Orlando."
His crew was relaxed and in good spirits. It would mean a trip or two for some of the crew to Crete and along the way everyone would get to visit relatives, and make an extra profit as it was Malverdes custom to give any profits on these "Family runs" back to the crew. They all had wonderful stories to tell of the strange places they had seen.
**Computer Voice** Hostile contact detected.
The Derived Demand was halfway down the lane to the Gate.
"And? " Asked Malverde?
"Ahhh...Hacker ship Jefe..15k away...abort the trade lane Jefe?" Asked Orlando, ready to disconnect from the trade lane in mid run. A dangerous but sometimes necessary tactic. You ran the risk of someone running into you as you exited the lane, but you did get to put
some distance between you and a known hostile ship.
"No...No need to....We pay him...no problem...We are rich...we are so rich....exit the lane and bring us to a stop." Malverde was still lost in his profit loss reports.
"Si Jefe...8k away..." Informed Orlando, he was still feeling tense about it. The lane powered down and they began to exit the lane.
The weapons fire was immidiate.
"Jefe taking fire...shields down 20%"
**Incomming Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:20:08] Warhol: Cut your engine or your destruction will follow.
"Jefe...there is a DSE convoy blocking the gate..Shield down 30%...He was shooting before we even exited Jefe." Orlando was a flurry fingers and keystrokes. "starting repairs...shields down 35%..still taking fire...Jefe we are not moving and we have no where to go...he still has not let up on his guns."
"Pig.." Malverde said flatly. He looked at his fingernails deciding he would get a manicure on planet Cortez when they got their. "He has made his intentions clear."
"Still taking fire..Jefe..need to know what to do?" Orlando was calm but wanted a direction to follow.
**Incoming Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:21:21] Warhol: Stop! I open fire if you try to escape. Dont move and wait for orders.
[05.01.2012 07:21:21] Warhol: Your load looks to be lucrative... What about a donation to Lane Hackers?
"Communications offline Jefe, he is still firing, his shots are digging into the hull...must have hit our big parabolics on top of the bridge....gona be an expensive repair bill....JEFE." Orlando turned and looked at his boss, the shots still raining down from the Hacker Gunboat.
"No its not." Malverde smiled. "Get us inline with the gate and get ready to jump over...Get everyone to head to the Ejection Shuttle...don't bother to take anything..except sentimental...We buy a new ship on Cortez, or maybe have the insurance company send us a new one while we are sunbathing on Cortez." Malverde was still looking at his finger nails, wondering if this time he should indulge himself and get the pedicure with little fish that eat dead skin.
"Jefe still taking fire...Shield batteries completely down..he is not letting up Jefe." Orlando was on the edge of a minor panic.
"Orlando...Relax muchacho...everything will be ok...you don't worry.." Malverde reached into his pocket and pulled out his Automated Voice Changer, it had served him well before. He scrolled through the menu selection and the device. "No...No...No...There this one, Syndrome Infected...thats the one." Malverde was amazed at the amount of applications the little translator device had. He spoke into the machine.
"Please kind sir, would you care to stop your hostile actions." Malverde hit the Transmit button.
[05.01.2012 07:21:34] [IND]Derived.Demand: you wanna stop
"Jefe we are inline to dock...we just need to buy some time..shied batteries are finished...hull to 70%" Orlando stated flatly.
"Bien...Set the weapons to autofire once we jump and program an evasion pattern into the nav map, link up the ships communications with my ACV .... and get the rest of the crew off the bridge." Malverde brushed some lint off of his shoulders, and few more shots came in from the hacker, making the bridge shake.
**Incoming Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:21:38] Warhol: good
The Automated Voice Changer sprang to life in Malverdes hand, seems it had had trouble translating everything he had said into Syndrome language.
[05.01.2012 07:21:39] [IND]Derived.Demand: or what ya nuub
[05.01.2012 07:21:52] [IND]Derived.Demand: what does the little child want
**Incoming Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:21:53] Warhol: give me 2 millions plz
Malverde was amazed at the gaul of this hacker. The repair bill alone on his Cheeta Thruster was gonna be more that the ransom. His ship was virtually destroyed by the non stop fire from the Hacker gunship. He spoke into the AVC again.
"Hijo de la grandisima mother of all that is unholy, Kind sir, you have not stopped firing on us since we left the trade lane, we have had no chance to say anything...No jueges with fire No?....You don't deserved to be called a pirate" He hit the transmit button and sent his translated words.
[05.01.2012 07:22:23] [IND]Derived.Demand: I should tell ya ta piss off....next time give people a chance to get to thier comm lines
"Docking with gate Jefe." Reported Orlando
"Bien everyone to the Ejection Shuttle as soon as we are on the other side, auto eject and head to planet Cortez..coordinates are set...don't forget to bring some wine for the ride"
[05.01.2012 07:22:32] Warhol: you pay or not^
"Initiating Jump Gate sequence Jefe, he is opening fire again.." Orlando was alone at the controls with only Malverde left on the bridge with him.
The AVC sprang to life again, Malverde looked at it and decided that he would have to have a software upgrade for it to function properly.
[05.01.2012 07:22:43] [IND]Derived.Demand: You play or not?
"Ok...Let's get to the pods...you set the gunz to auto fire?"
"Si jefe" Orlando said, as he and Malverde exited the bridge and headed to the pods His AVC came to life and sent out another transmission.
"You know Orlando, I gonna have to have this thing looked at." He held up his AVC. They were both walking at a brisk pace.
"Have you gotten the latest software update Jefe..sometimes that helps....Hold on to something Jefe.... Exiting." Orlando was keeping track of the jump clock, they were about to exit into Cortez, and coming out of a gate could get bumby.
The both grabbed at metal handles on the bulkhead of the ejection module hatch. The ship came out of the gate and shuddered to a stop.
"Vamos rapido..before he is behind us and opening fire
again." Malverde and Orlando strapped into the Ejection pod with the rest of the crew and with in seconds blasted into space. Orlando tapped his wrist tablet and send a series of commands to the Derived Demand.
[05.01.2012 07:23:10] Warhol: Stop! I open fire if you try to escape. Dont move and wait for orders.
The Demand began to evade as much as a ship of her size could, and its guns autolocked on target began to do almost next to nothing against the hackers shields.
From the Ejection shuttle porthole they could see that the Derived was taking a lot of punishment. Stores of food supplies and clothing, destined for orphan children on planet Harris lay, floating in space.
The Ejection shuttle had almost entered the trade lane and was about to head to planet Cortez. Malverde decided to buy himself some extra time for himself and his crew just in case. He was about to speak into the AVC again when...
**Incoming Linked Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:24:08] Warhol: come on
Malverde put the AVC to his mouth and was about to speak into it and decided not to. He motioned for Orlando to pass him the wine. He took a long swig.
As the ejection shuttle locked into the trade lane, they could see their ship being cut to pieces, not even worth Junker scrap. He hit the direct communication button on the shuttle.
[05.01.2012 07:24:26] [IND]Derived.Demand: Nope...rather get im my pod...and head to cortez
"Best to let him think we are still on board." Malverde said to his crew with a big smile on his face. The final sequence locked in were about to start speeding down the lane. The last thing Malverde saw of the Derived Demand was it covered in the relentless fire being laid down needlessly by the hacker gunboat.
Inside the Ejection shuttle, they laughed and passed around the bottles of wine. It was a blessing to always live in good graces and escape unharmed from every battle.
**Incoming Linked Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:24:42] Warhol: pay me just 2 millions
The crew of the Derived.Demand busted out in laughter. The Ejection Shuttle had already arrived in orbit over Cortez and was auto docking with the Planet.
[05.01.2012 07:24:45] [IND]Derived.Demand: yep...almost landing on cortez in my pod...
**Incoming Linked Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:25:10] Warhol: pay me plz
Tears flowing from everyone eyes. Every time a transmission came it just took the comedic level up a notch.
[05.01.2012 07:25:13] [IND]Derived.Demand: man... I'm gonna have so much fun...me and my boys...party party in cortex
"Hey Jefe...I think he is serious about you paying him." Added Orlando, bringing another wave of laughter. Malverde nodded and with a grin of complicity spoke into the microphone.
[05.01.2012 07:25:32] [IND]Derived.Demand: Pay you for what? I'm already on cortez..
The Shuttle was in its final sequence, moments away from landing on Cortez.
**Incoming Linked Transmission**
[05.01.2012 07:25:51] Warhol: Stop! I open fire if you try to escape. Dont move and wait for orders.
Malverde held up his arms in disbelief. His crew was weak with laughter, two of them on the floor of the shuttle as the it docked and its doors opened. He held the ACV and spoke into it again. Days of residual alcohol were adding up with his most recent intake of wine.
"Pinche guay...No estamos...we left...No tienes nada mister nothing....You have been taken to class hombre...I have so much dinero i build a radio station out of a transponder if i want..Tu no entiendes ..when you shoot me only message you get is nothing from me." He Lit a cigar, turned to Orlando. "Hey..was that place we liked so much, with the good food?
"ChiChi's on Cortez?" asked Orlando.
"Yes...make us some reservations..I'm Hungry." Malverde and his filed out and onto the Shuttle tarmac. He hit the transmitt button on his AVC, slipped it into his front pants pocket and let it do the work of translating into Syndromeese.
[05.01.2012 07:26:16] [IND]Derived.Demand: ships is already empty ..we left along time ago...
As they reached the lobby doors, Skimpy clad Cortez hostesses offered them each a complimentary glass of wine for choosing planet Cortez as their choice of vacation. Malverde took one and smiled at the hostess. The ACV came to life in his pants pocket.
[05.01.2012 07:26:35] [IND]Derived.Demand: have fun with nothing to show for no class...
The hostess looked at Malverde with a raised eyebrow over having heard a voice coming from in between his legs, not at all sure of what it meant.
"ah...Pardon me Miss" Malverde said with what he thought was his most disarming smile. "My crew and I we just had a run in with a Pirate, and we are still a bit shook up over it, you would not know of anyone wanting to give a lonely space trader a massage." The hostess smiled and then the ACV came back on.
[05.01.2012 07:27:09] [IND]Derived.Demand: me and my creaw are rich enough to even have powerfull transponders on our life pods
The smile on the hostess turned sour and she slapped Malverde with her free hand. She was not entirely sure of what she had just heard or where she had heard it from. She decided she would rather not find out and turned around with a huff and walked away towards other tourist.
"You ok Jefe?" Orlando and the rest of the crew were beyond themselves at having seen their captain get slapped and turned down. They all were trying hard to keep the laughter in, not sure of what Malverdes reaction would be.
Malverde let his crew see a sly smile and before he could show his good mood, his pants spoke again.
**IncomingLinkedTransmission**
[05.01.2012 07:27:10] Warhol: pay me 1.5 million last deal
His crew lost it and it took them several minutes to regain composure. As they made their way to the Cortez shuttle services they past a large fountain, Malverde reached into his pocket and threw the ACV into high into the air. "useless piece of Gallic junk." He grunted as he threw it. In mid air it sprung to life one more time before hitting the water.
[05.01.2012 07:27:38] [IND]Derived.Demand: Dude...you don't get it..you send out a recorded message and started firing ..you get nothing from me for that
They filed past the people waiting for shuttles and headed directly for the VIP hover jets. They got some strange looks at first, such a Motley Crew, that all changed when Malverde flashed his no limit Niobium card. From that point they were treated as kings of a small universe by the ravishing attendants. Malverde could not help but to feel some remorse over the loss of his ship. But not much.
[05.01.2012 07:28:14] [IND]Derived.Demand: *Sips some wine on Cortez*
Jesus Malvede had been sitting comfortably all week long in the same hammock at the edge of the shade, where the palm trees end and the white sand beach begins to shine in the sun. He seemed to not have a worry, partly induced by alcohol and Synthweed . His first officer, Orlando walked up to him with a look of disbelief.
"Jefe...something is going on with the communication systems, I think we are being hacked into...look at this transmission." Orlando pushes a datapad in his bosses general direction, with a transmission log on it.
Malverde, somewhat molded into his perch, sun visor set to extreme dark for effect alone, hands folded on his chest, made no effort to reach for the transmission log.
"Jefe, it says that I represent someone and I ..." Orlando scanned the datapad. "..represent someone who is buying a new Renzu liner....Jefe..this is not true....I did not send this."
"It's true Orlando, and I know" replied Malverde
"What is true and what do you know?" asked Orlando, now suspicious that his boss was up to something.
Malverde hesitated for a brief second. Enjoying the perplexed look on Orlandos face. "You do represent someone who is buying a luxury liner, and I know you did not send that transmission, I did."
Jesus Malverde had been having some fun with his second in command. He had just given Orlando a copy of a transcript he had just sent off to the IND main offices.
"Jefe, don't you think you got to many eggs in the fire?" Asked Orlando. He had just begun to understand his bosses scheme to get paid to haul the materials for a ship that his boss himself had purchased cash up front. He understood Malverdes desire for such a beutifull ship, but why an armored transport he wondered as he looked up at his boss.
"Orlando," Malverde paused and took a puff off of an overly large and obnoxious cigar. "Pay no attention to my 'Huevos', and tell me if it looks professional enough." Malverde perpetually insecure in elements he was unfamiliar with.
"Si Jefe, it looks ok, does not sound like you but..." Orlando interrupted by his boss.
"Good...I got the Bar Girl, you know, the one with the glasses, to type it up for me. I thought it was pretty good to." Malverde feeling satisfied flashed a wide grin.
"But I still don't get it Jefe, why the Transport?" Orlando knew his boss to be someone who avoid conflicts, this made it look like he was looking for a fight.
"I see an opportunity to satisfy two needs at once." Malverde took another draw of off his hand held smokestack.
"Two Jefe?" replied in question Orlando.
"Si Orlando," Malverde exhaled the putrid smoke from his cigar. "Honor y Venganza, my brother." Malverde looked at the cigar and decided he no longer liked it. He tosses it into a half full glass of wine and the cigar briefly sizzles and smoulders as its ember is drowned out. "Honor y Venganza."