04-04-2023, 05:55 PM
Previously in the IDU...
"You criticise me for underage drinking but you've been dealing drugs since before I got this thing," Jae accused her brother Ji-Hun, clipping the false ID back on. (Have I Got Coups For You, 3 Aug 2018)
“Heard you were looking for a job abroad,” said a voice from behind him. Yousef Chaher leapt in the air as he turned to see the figure behind him. The figure was of High Fellsian descent but spoke with a strong Annatown accent. (Have I Got Coups For You, 3 Oct 2018)
PRESENT DAY
“Where’s Salad Land?” a young man wearing a grey tracksuit scratched the top of his close-shaven head. “I’m no good with maps.”
“It’s down the bottom to the left,” replied Yousef Chaher, the son of the late ex-dictator of Lauchenoiria, Suleman Chaher. He pointed at the map in front of the pair. “See, the orange bit there?”
“It’s the other side of the world,” Ji-Hun Chung said, appearing through the kitchen doorway. “Which might just be perfect.”
The trio were inside what appeared to be a decrepit warehouse, with one corner transformed into a living space through the aid of many blankets, cushions and curtains. At the back of the warehouse were stacks of crates, some of which could be seen to contain bags of white powder. The kitchen, from where Ji-Hun exited, was directly behind an old but sturdy table, and it was on that table where the map lay. Yousef was sitting in a chair next to the table, while the tracksuit-clad youth sat atop the table itself.
“There’s too much heat on us here,” Ji-Hun shook his head, examining the map. “That’s three more people arrested this week. And I’m sick of living out of these makeshift safe houses. Alvarez’s crackdown on drugs is gonna be the death of us if we stay here. Salad Land sounds just like the kind of place. What’s the job?”
“There is no job!” Yousef sighed irritatedly. “José over here,” he gestured to another man lying on top of some cushions requisitioned from the living area, “has this supposedly bright idea to con their Marquis.”
“Yeah man,” José sighed, taking a drag from a cigarette. “It’s totally awesome! Right, so what we do is we steal a ship from somewhere, right? Let’s say Huenya, their security is terrible. Then we get a ton of paint, boat paint, you see?”
The rest of the group paused, waiting for further explanation. When none was forthcoming, Ji-Hun sighed, rubbing his temples. “See what, José? This better not be another talcum powder idea.”
“No, no, it’s good! That wasn’t me that was the, y’know,” he gestured to the crates of drugs. “Look so we get the boat paint and we paint the boat - ship, rather. Anyway the Marquis of Salad Land wants ships and he’s getting people to build them for money. So we show up with our boat and we ask for less money than the other people so he’ll give us the money and then we run away!”
“He wants to undercut the legitimate bids and scam the Marquis,” Yousef summarised.
“Could work,” Ji-Hun shrugged, “if - and this is a big if - you can get your hands on a stolen ship at low-risk. We can’t afford the heat right now.”
“No problem, big man,” José said, chuckling as he stood up, staggering slightly. “I already know a guy. “Just send me and Mr Junta Junior over there-”
“Do NOT call me that!”
“-and we’ll scam that Marquis so good he’s gonna be sobbing into his emptied bank account!”
“I’m not sending you on another scam, José. Not after last time,” Ji-Hun shook his head. “If I approve this, Yousef, you’ll go with Cranston. I’ll brief him once he gets back from the sale. José, you’ll go with them to get your ship and then you return here BEFORE they head to Salad Land. And I want details by this evening or it’s a no-go. Last chance, José.”
“Man, this is gonna be awesome!”
This is going to be a disaster, Yousef Chaher thought. How did I ever get mixed up in this thing? Curse you, father. I hope you’re turning in your grave.
"You criticise me for underage drinking but you've been dealing drugs since before I got this thing," Jae accused her brother Ji-Hun, clipping the false ID back on. (Have I Got Coups For You, 3 Aug 2018)
“Heard you were looking for a job abroad,” said a voice from behind him. Yousef Chaher leapt in the air as he turned to see the figure behind him. The figure was of High Fellsian descent but spoke with a strong Annatown accent. (Have I Got Coups For You, 3 Oct 2018)
PRESENT DAY
“Where’s Salad Land?” a young man wearing a grey tracksuit scratched the top of his close-shaven head. “I’m no good with maps.”
“It’s down the bottom to the left,” replied Yousef Chaher, the son of the late ex-dictator of Lauchenoiria, Suleman Chaher. He pointed at the map in front of the pair. “See, the orange bit there?”
“It’s the other side of the world,” Ji-Hun Chung said, appearing through the kitchen doorway. “Which might just be perfect.”
The trio were inside what appeared to be a decrepit warehouse, with one corner transformed into a living space through the aid of many blankets, cushions and curtains. At the back of the warehouse were stacks of crates, some of which could be seen to contain bags of white powder. The kitchen, from where Ji-Hun exited, was directly behind an old but sturdy table, and it was on that table where the map lay. Yousef was sitting in a chair next to the table, while the tracksuit-clad youth sat atop the table itself.
“There’s too much heat on us here,” Ji-Hun shook his head, examining the map. “That’s three more people arrested this week. And I’m sick of living out of these makeshift safe houses. Alvarez’s crackdown on drugs is gonna be the death of us if we stay here. Salad Land sounds just like the kind of place. What’s the job?”
“There is no job!” Yousef sighed irritatedly. “José over here,” he gestured to another man lying on top of some cushions requisitioned from the living area, “has this supposedly bright idea to con their Marquis.”
“Yeah man,” José sighed, taking a drag from a cigarette. “It’s totally awesome! Right, so what we do is we steal a ship from somewhere, right? Let’s say Huenya, their security is terrible. Then we get a ton of paint, boat paint, you see?”
The rest of the group paused, waiting for further explanation. When none was forthcoming, Ji-Hun sighed, rubbing his temples. “See what, José? This better not be another talcum powder idea.”
“No, no, it’s good! That wasn’t me that was the, y’know,” he gestured to the crates of drugs. “Look so we get the boat paint and we paint the boat - ship, rather. Anyway the Marquis of Salad Land wants ships and he’s getting people to build them for money. So we show up with our boat and we ask for less money than the other people so he’ll give us the money and then we run away!”
“He wants to undercut the legitimate bids and scam the Marquis,” Yousef summarised.
“Could work,” Ji-Hun shrugged, “if - and this is a big if - you can get your hands on a stolen ship at low-risk. We can’t afford the heat right now.”
“No problem, big man,” José said, chuckling as he stood up, staggering slightly. “I already know a guy. “Just send me and Mr Junta Junior over there-”
“Do NOT call me that!”
“-and we’ll scam that Marquis so good he’s gonna be sobbing into his emptied bank account!”
“I’m not sending you on another scam, José. Not after last time,” Ji-Hun shook his head. “If I approve this, Yousef, you’ll go with Cranston. I’ll brief him once he gets back from the sale. José, you’ll go with them to get your ship and then you return here BEFORE they head to Salad Land. And I want details by this evening or it’s a no-go. Last chance, José.”
“Man, this is gonna be awesome!”
This is going to be a disaster, Yousef Chaher thought. How did I ever get mixed up in this thing? Curse you, father. I hope you’re turning in your grave.
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