Combi's Lab (Base Level)

Catching the phone tossed to him by Combi, Lenka decided that he would bring Romano as the driver, with the two largest members of his team as backup. They exited to the garage to grab the Escalade.

-------> The Streets of Mexico City.

OOC: Phone Dialogue only on my part since this should only take two or three posts.

"Well hello there. Can I assume you're calling me with a job offer?"

Combi furiously tried to track the phone's exact location on his laptop as he spoke "Yes of course, i figured this is why you went through the trouble of tearing someone's head off their body." He laughed.

Combi texted Lenka the Caller's location. He then took his laptop, still connected to his phone, and calmly walked to his car. "A job position was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

He opened the door to his BMW and struggled to stay on the phone while he fumbled to place his laptop on the passenger seat. He then turned the car on and sped into Mexico City, to rendezvous with this crazy fuck.


---------> Mexico City

"We can discuss that when we meet.  I assume you're sending someone to track me now so I'll stay put for a while.  Try not to keep me waiting too long now."

OOC:  Pretty much the end of the conversation on my end.

--------> Le Clubz.

Having just checked his laptop and received a reply titled "The Deal," Lenka was in a huge rush, instructing Romano to wait within the SUV, the officer grabbed several large dufflebags, and ran inside, bolting for the Armory. He was currently filled to the brim with excitement as he realized just how many weapons were in said room. It was like a kid in a candy store, only the candy store was filled with several thousand rifles, pistols, and shotguns. Grabbing ten AK47s, thirty Glock 19s, an assortment of M67 grenades,(He was quite delicate with those.) eight Sega-12 Shotguns, fourteen Mac-11s, and fifty thousand rounds of ammunition split between the weapons, loading the (Now exceedingly heavy) dufflebags and placing them on a cart, Lenka hurried back to the SUV, not bothering to ask Combi about the movement of a few weapons, though the boy knew not where the man was at the moment, anyway. Also, he hoped that the boss trusted him enough to understand he knew what he was doing, as the German had quite a bit of experience in trades such as this. After he had looked at the SUV for a moment, and noticed a two others in the garage...

"Ai! You two! Ze members of mein squad whose names I cannot remember, Help me load zese vans!" Grabbing several more dufflebags and handing them to the members of the "Spanish Inquisition" squad, of which their individual names had been forgotten, looked at the boy for a moment, before he took off with several more dufflebags back to the armory. Shrugging, they followed him, not wanting to find out what the incredibly two-sided boy did if one were to disobey an order.

About thirty minutes later, Lenka and his squad had commandeered three SUV's in total, with 150 AK-47's, 201 (Because someone miscounted... by one... Dat OCD) Glock 19's, 40 Sega-12's, (They were all up on high racks and Lenka was short on both time and height) 80 Mac-11's, and Five-Hundred-Thousand rounds of ammunition of each caliber for said weapons. Having loaded up the SUVs, Lenka pulled out the scrap of paper upon which he had written the address of the meeting place. Noticing the fading light, the boy instructed Romano to make all (legal) haste to the target area.


--------> The Trade Off

More renovations were being made underground, Combi could hear the workmen under his room. Combi's new quarters and a small armory were on its way, this way he wouldn't have to settle for such a small living space, and didn't want the soldiers lounging in the Drug Cache to retrieve their weapons.

*TickTackTickTackTickTack* he typed furiously on his keyboard, ordering suppressors for his guards inside so their muzzle flash doesn't disorient them if they need to shoot inside the hallways, a Golden AK47 with diamond encrusted "Cartel Thunder Fuck" on the stock, more unmarked vehicles to patrol his territory. He then remembered how lucky he got when he was facing that Vampire in the club, it chilled him to the bone how fast that fucker was able to get the drop on him. He then looked up weaknesses of vampires online. "Holy water..blah blah...blessed weapons blah...Silver?"

Combi switched tabs and looked up silver tipped rounds in the black market "Shit these things are expensive. Fuck it, i'll just buy them for myself." He finished up his orders with a couple of crates of regular Armor Piercing rounds for his men and a good amount of silver tipped AK47 ammunition for himself. "Done and done."

Combi grabbed his Skull Heaphone/mask and began to work on it a little bit. He tried to mimic the concealed gas canister tube system and work it onto his mask. A total of 8 tube ends, all connected to a gas reserve inside the headphones themselves. Two tubes coming from the eye sockets, one tubes facing outward, one coming out of the edge of the eyes. Two tubes coming from the nose cavity of the skull. And four tube exits coming from the mouth, two on top connected to the canines and two on the bottom, also connecting to the canines. Combi made it so that when he activates the gas, it will rush out of the mask's tubes and recreate the misty setting from the Night Club, in case he needs the environment to suit him. The only thing different about this mist, was that it was condensation of Via-gene laced LSD.

----- From The Trade Off

       Combi had arrived with a nice chunk of change. He readied his men for transport as he was talking to his distributors about the conditions and directions to the location. After a couple of hours, ALL of his product and equipment (Except for ammo needed for upkeep) was shipped off. The payout was anticipated to be incredible. His 10 Cultists were sent off with the shipment, hopefully returning to become Combi's personal indestructible platoon. He wandered about his lab, instructing his personal contractors on what renovations he wanted on the upper floor. He wanted the weak walls that surrounded the base floor building to be reinforced from the inside with 10 inch thick steel inside the walls that can withstand high caliber weapons. Bullet proof glass on any window. There was also to be a 15inch thick steel reinforced door that can only be opened from the inside of the lab. Once through the door, there is going to be a 3 inch bullet proof, one way mirror (Entering you cannot see the other side, the guard can see you perfectly), pitch black tinted, glass wall and door 10 feet from the lab's original entrance, as a second security measure. It also can only be opened ONLY by an electrical switch manned by the guard. There were also to be cameras outside and inside of the lab. Four on the outside, four on the inside upper level, and ten on the inside ground level.
      As the cherry hit the top of the sundae, Combi's armory and lair was finally complete. The simple armory was locked by a heavy bank vault door which was 10 inches thick in reinforced steel. Only his Elites had the combination to access the weapons and ammunition. His drug cache had also gotten the same security update, of a bank vault door and security cameras placed in each room. Combi's quarters was conveniently placed over the only escape tunnel that lead to his escape vehicle. He also had the safe from his Cache that held all the funds, placed into his quarters. His room was surrounded by walls that were 10 inches thick with reinforced steel, while his door was made of a 15 inch, one way mirror, pitch black tinted, bullet proof glass that can be accessed by a remote key he keeps on him at all times. This would soon be completely paid off once his payment came back from Yucatan. Inside the room was uncharacteristically fancy of Combi, but with money to burn, why not live like a Drug Lord?

Inside, he has 11 expensive, high definition TV's that can display images that can imitate a outside window. Say Combi wanted to feel like he was in a skyscraper in NY, he can put the images on his TV screens and they will play audio and video and make it feel like he's actually there. Behind the middle/left TV screen, hidden, is the final escape tunnel. A 50% Gold and 50% Silver chandelier hangs high in his room, complimenting the piano and white furniture. His small bed in placed near the table in the middle where he keeps his laptop to view shipments, financial transactions, recruitments, and the security cameras.

------------> Combi's Lab (Underground Level)(Barracks)

Well, this was interesting. Not only was Lenka here to see to the arrival of a potential recruit, he was going to decide the rank as well. Bah. He was probably out here as a meatsheild or something, oh well. Crossing his arms, he took up a position in the shadow of the building next to the door, Romano on the opposite rooftop with an AK-47, and the other four members of his squad stationed in little hiding spots around the area, in alleys across the street.

Tapping his foot, he awaited the arrival of the Cartel's newest member.

For a member of the cartel, Darius's driver moved slower than the old people that passed through. When the driver finally arrived at the destination, it was close to nightfall, and the beast melded with him (not taking over, simply making him a bit more on the bloodthirsty side). He looked up at the sky, and sniffed the air, catching multiple traces of human bodies and drugs of all sorts. His eyes darted from rooftop to rooftop, watching the clocked movement of a few armed men. While the darkness shrouded them, the badge on each and every uniform caught his eyes.
"Hi guys, I guess I'm the new recruit..." He let his words hang up in the air as he patiently awaited the arrival of a commanding officer.

Combi radioed Lenka, his static voice could be heard from the radio "Ladies, take the truck with the M134 mounted on the back, i was just informed there's a small Beltran Leyva reconnaissance party roaming Mexico city. Make their visit brief." The men in the truck heard the Kingpin's command and exited the still running vehicle. Darius, Lenka, and Lenka's squad were being sent out on their first live combat mission under the Cartel. The coordinates of the location where the recon party was stationed was messaged to Lenka.

(OOC: Truck seats 6, 1 driver, 4 passengers, 1 Gunner. I'll post a mission hosted by yours truly in Mexico city)

(Yay)

(OOC: This is in Combi's Quarters, idk why i put it here but ah well.)
The Kingpin sat at his luxurious desk, made from the bones and equipment from the enemy cartel he had obliterated. He was alone in his quarters but was accompanied with his almost schizophrenic thoughts. It was funny, he was a former DEA agent who despised and had deep seated hatred for the likes of Combi. And here he was, in management of a Multi-billion dollar underground empire with hundreds of men under his command, hundreds more will join within the next week and so on. His territory was absorbing everything around it, the neighboring Cartels began to fall in love with his product, disbanding their authority and merging with Cartel Thunder Fuck. Even the Zeta territory itself began to dissolve, Mexico was his to take, and soon the world would fall into the same madness that was Combi's fate. The headaches had came back. Combi thought he had already dealt with them but somehow they have returned. Alan was fighting back, harder than ever but this time was more powerful than ever before. Combi felt his right hand twitch uncontrollably. He tried to get it under control with his left but the spasms crawled into the left hand as well. His right hand quickly lunged for his M9 and brought the hammer back, pulling the pistol out of its holster. Extremely frightened, Combi began to speak to Alan "Don't fucking do this You're going to kill yourself Are you fucking retarded" He said calmly "You kill me, you kill us both you idiot." The M9's slowly crept along side Combi's torso "Don't do it you fucking idiot, look what i made for us! You're a fucking rockstar millionaire with hundreds under your command and some even fucking worship you as a God" He screamed as the cold barrel of the M9 sent chills down Combi's neck as it elevated to his skull, the barrel stopped abruptly "I'm hanging onto you as we plummet into the lake of fire" As the hammer of the pistol activated the primer of the M9 round, the bullet flew forward into Combi's skull. His head slouched and rested on his chest, with his chin digging into his upper torso. The television screens behind him were splattered with thick, almost black, sludgy blood. The sludge fell onto the clean, white floor in thick glops. The madness was over just before it could even start. The sound of the gunshot was not heard by anyone outside, no one could get into Combi's Quarters without Combi opening the strong, reinforced, bulletproof door. His body lay dead in the quiet, lonely room which was now his non-enterable tomb. Combi's perfect double still roamed the lab as Combi, taking complete charge of the Cartel along side his trusty Cult Followers.