we want to put them in our pockets

Time Gained Is Time Lost


Wesley hung up and closed his eyes. His head pounded as he lightly lifted his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose. The day had just begun and he was already was done. He put his phone in his pocket and adjusted his suit jacket before walking out to the car. He nodded at a tall, blond man who was waiting. “Francis, we’re going to the south east side. Our employer wants me to deliver the treaty to the Russians.” The man nodded and opened the door for Wesley as he climbed in. After a second the man climbed in the other door as the car took off. 

“What are you bringing them?” Francis asked, his brow furrowing. Wesley was silent for a moment, staring out the window before looking at him.

“Is it wrong to bring the Russians vodka?” Wesley’s lips curled into a smirk. Francis tried not to laugh. “We are bringing them vodka and a part of a deal they can’t refuse. If they join us…we will have everything we need. Nobu joined us yesterday and a few weeks ago Madame Gao’s operation joined us. Things are going according to plan.” Francis nodded and fell silent. 

Before long they pulled up to an old building and Wesley got out. “Stay in the car. I’ll handle them.” Francis frowned but nodded as Wesley entered the building, a large bottle in hand.