LOG: (Backdated) Aaron has the squueze put on him by Tzu

Backdated to about a month/month and a half before the game starts up.



They had guns. Big guns. And they were pointing at him. A woman stepped forward, moving past the Guns. And she was smiling. "I'm here to offer you a business opportunity, Mr. Lenardon."

Aaron took a deep breath, and another one. Fuuuck. She had a Central Worlds accent and she looked like Money, in a way that almost no-one on Persephone ever did. He was dizzy, trying to figure out her angle... The woman waved her hand at the Guns and they lowered their weapons. Didn't put them down, though. She was looking around his rooms, now, walking between the banks of tomatoes and stopped to examine the tiny, struggling cabbages. Gorram smuggler had sold him dodgy stock there... And she was wearing green shoes. Embroidered with little flowers. She sat down, in the one good chair in the room, making it her own.

"My name is Tsu. I've got an offer for you." A small, real leather folder was handed to him by one of the Guns. The man had hairy knuckles. All of a sudden, it was utterly necessary to notice the hairy knuckles and the way the cuffs on the man's sleeves weren't worn, at all. "Why don't you take a look at it?" She was all smiles and soft voice and friendly and three guns pointing at him.

Aaron was sweating as he opened the folder. A small, very small sheaf of money. That was it. He swayed. Maybe he could run... three steps to the end of this bank of tomatoes, then past the cabbages. Hit the rear exit and then... Then through the office, unlock the door, unchain the second door and only two blocks to the dock markets. He tensed, turned and. The Guns were pointing at him. "Please, Mr. Lenardon. I would very much appreciate it if you would co-operate. I would like," and Tsu gave a mocking smile, "to finish this in a civilised manner. Don't you agree?"

He nodded. "Gyarh." Cleared his throat. "Yes," nodding violently, head jerking on his neck. The Guns didn't waver, kept on pointing at him.

"I'm offering to buy you out. I've ... set up business and I believe the acquisition of your premises would be highly profitable." She looked around. "You've clearly spent a lot of time on this enterprise."

"I'm. I'm working for Badger. I pay him protection." She wasn't going to piss of Badger.

"No. You worked for Badger. You don't any more."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. He was dizzy, swaying.

"Please calm down, Mr Lenardon. I'm not going to hurt you." The Guns didn't agree. They were eyeing him off, wondering where to shoot him. Which bones to break. "I've gone into business with Badger. I've set up a very lucrative deal with him. Part of that deal, however, involves the cessation of your activities." She paused. "I don't want any inconveniences here and I'd like it if you were to leave town for a while."

One of the Guns gave him another smaller leather wallet. "We decided that it would be best if you were to perhaps... take up another trade." Aaron fumbled the wallet open. It held a full set of papers. Official stamps, the works. "We expect you to vacate the premises by five p.m., tomorrow."

Tsu got up and walked out, her Guns following her.