The family had went bankrupt, they had lost everything, they had became scums. For months, La Famille de La Brise de Mer had abandonned its installations in Bourbon, until this day.
The lights of the bar slightly flickered as she turned the switch on. The place was dusty and the air barely was breathable. The alcohol had all been looted, and obvious signs of a hasty leaving were present. Nonetheless, La Veuve Noire walked into the bar with a smirk. With only a little work, she could get this place back up and running, and perhaps, restore the former glory of her family.
"Not quite all is lost" speaks a voice she knows all too well.
"Yes , it is me ; Don Calvi .....
And i had never expected to get out of that royal prison ,
By means of an ordinary jailbreak non the less !"
The old man coughs and spits on the floor
"What a smell here ... though it seems to be only yesterday , the glorious days of La Brise ,
My sons are safe but all our ships have been destroyed ...
This situation might look bitter but we calvi's have been known to turn misfortune into considerable fortune."
He pulls out a bottle of whine and 2 glasses.
"For now lets drink , and celebrate what is yet to come!"
Standing still as the woman hugs him, Le Pimpernel laughs.
"Well Claire," he says, taking a sip of his wine, "a pleasure to see you again madamme."
Untangling himself from Claire, Le Pimpernel sits down at a circular table and motions for the others to join him.
"Now, ships are a problem you say?" he begins, "I just happen to have held on to my vessel and have been foresighted enough to secure some information and assets we may find useful."
Taking a dataslate from under his jacket, Le Pimpernel places it on the table and activates it, revealing data on convoy movements and information on a bank account containing one hundred million franks.
"Just say the word mes amis and the money can 'disappear' from that account and magically 'appear' in an account of our choosing."
He lights up a cigarette and sits back in the chair, putting his feet up on the table, waiting for the others to respond.
Quote:Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.
It's his first time. His first time in Gallia and the first station he docked at, was a night club.
The business talks were finished. Now it's time for a little fun. Lo Wang left the docking area and walked
towards the music. Not his favorite, which his beloved Tora club plays, but it doesn't matter.
The people may be different, but the spirit is the same.
"People come here for a reason. And the best way to become better acquainted with foreign people is to accept
their invitations... now let's have some fun." he thought with a smile.
He entered the club and after looking around for a moment he took a seat in a corner where he could keep the
whole place in view.
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