So, where do I begin?
Was it when.... no that^s too far back. Or maybe.. no still not there either. Yes ,that^s where things truly kick off.
Location: Ansten.
Date: January 24th.
Other than the fact that it is one of the most morally questionable cities in the entire world, one cannot simply overlook the glamour the city has. From multiple five star hotels to an uncountable number of casinos and not to mention an abundance of clubs, Ansten is truly a sight to behold. The scent of wealth that looms over the city was noticable from far. Accounting for the 46% of the country^s total economic wealth, the city hosts a good number of the big fishes that control the country from the shadows.
Now back to the morally questionable part, Ansten stands at the peak of immorality as well it having a very high crime rate. Simply saying it^s name would strike fear in the hearts of many. From drug trafficking to human trafficking to things I myself cannot tell you but I^m sure you understand. You name it, Ansten has done it. The worst part about the situation is that not even the authorities can do anything about it. They are either paid to do nothing or paid to do nothing. Those brave enough to resist them all in the name of justice would just end up missing only for their mutilated bodies to be found on another continent.
The government can^t do anything because as earlier stated, the wealth that city generates accounts for 46% of the total economy, which is a lot of money. At the heart of Ansten stood it^s pride and joy, the beautiful, the magnificent, Shooting Star Casino. Now make no mistake, this casino isn^t your ordinary one. No no no my dear, it is just sick to it^s core. From open black market trading to arm dealing, sport killing, public torture for entertainment to things if any of you are able to find the original script, you could advocate for me getting canceled and arrested.
A black limo pulls up at the casino, stopping after aligning the rear door with the red carpet at the entrance. The driver gets out of the car and opens the door for his master to get out. A tall young man, probably in his twenties, dressed in a blue taxedo steps out. Accompanying him were seven women all of whom were partly drunk. The man orders his driver to return to his penthouse and come for him in a chopper after 30 minutes. Having given the orders, the man along with the seven women make their way into the casino. As the doors to the casino opens, they are greeted with bright lights emanating from within. The interior of the casino having been adorned with polished marble and covered with a large red carpet hosts various games and all manner of business.
Constant chatter among the participants of the games could be heard. Some simply crying over the fact that they had lost a fortune while others thanking their lucky stars for having helped the get richer. On the far opposite of the the entrance was a room strictly dedicated for black market auctioning. The man along with his female counterparts make haste along the staircase thet leads them to the upper floor that has exclusive VIP rooms. Having arrived there they stand at the entrance of the centre room on the circular first floor. There, two guards stand by and upon seeing the man, one of them pulls out his phone and makes a call.
Guard:Boss, he is here with a bit of company.
The guard receives the order to let them in. As the doors are opened, a room dimly lit by blue LED lights comes into view. At the centre of the room is a circular swimming pool that has a circular couch several feet away from the circumference of the pool. At the far back is a small bar with a dark haired female preparing some drinks.
Out of the pool comes out a tall silver-haired female filled with numerous tattoos all over her body. She slowly makes her way up the steps within the pool and grabs a robe from the couch and wears it, not bothering to close it. She takes a seat and the woman at the bar brings her a tray that has alcohol and cigarettes. She a the cigarette, lights it and takes a huge puff. Christine Tatiana is her name
Christine:Nice to see that you could make it at short notice Mr. John Wilson. Please do have a seat.
Wilson:It^s not like I had any choice.(He and the women pass through an opening at the couch and take a seat) Isn^t it a little too stuffed in here to be smoking?
Christine:You may be correct but it^s not like it matters now does it?(She pours herself a drink)
. You up for a drink?
Wilson: I^m not really in the mood for alcohol
The women in turn their focus to the surplus amount of alcohol and simply order almost every brand alcohol, getting drunk within the first five minutes.
Wilson:I have a feeling that you didn^t call me here just to share a glass of alcohol.
Christine:Right you are Mr.Wilson.(Her expression changes to that of seriousness) The reason I called you here is sorely because your father requested me to offer you protection.
Wilson:Let me take a wild guess, it must be because of the recent killings of the syndicate heads.
Christine:Right you are Mr. Wilson. Your father believes that based on the trend of killings that you may be the next target.
Wilson knows something is up. There was no way in hell that his father would want to offer him protection just like that even if he is his son.
Wilson:You don^t say.(He says with an annoyed expression)
Christne:Mr.Wilson I do advice that you take this seriously.
Wilson:What do you think I^m doing?(He shouts at her)
Christine:(She sighs) Apart from offering you protection, your old man wants to use you as bait so as to attract the person or people responsible for this.
Wilson: Should have known that bastard wouldn^t just care for his safety well enough to do it without a catch.(Wilson gets more annoyed upon hearing what his father hopes to use him for)
As the conversation goes on an unexpected visitor arrives at the casino.