Brisbane peered into the storage room, hundreds of sculptures peered back. Countless figures of Cretan myth made of granite, quartz, marble and artefact filled the shelves. Brisbane marveled at the masterpieces for a moment, a small bull made of quartz caught his eye briefly, the way it shone give the impression that it could spring to life at any moment. Tenatively, he entered the room and began searching through the vast collection. Every so often he would pick up a piece to inspect, running his fingers over the details and examining the craftsmanship.
"Excellent, truly excellent...You and your fellow craftsmen have an astounding eye for detail Senor...Yes, there'll be no problems finding buyers for these."
Culture, glorious culture. Works of art. Masterpieces. This was true smuggling, no containers full drugs or crates of weapons. This was high class stuff, no wonder the Benitez had rolled out the red carpet, they wanted to test his status, see if he was the type to move these pieces to an upscale market. Things began falling into place, the tour of the villa, the dinner and the promptness of Franco's question.
"If possible I'd like a catalogue of your works, there could be a market for hologramatic versions. It's a small niche at the moment but it does allow for a wider market. Luxury yacht owners in particular."
Finally he took a marble replica of Aphaea, an exact copy of the one he'd seen in the villa. He softly ran his thumb over the figure's face and hair.
"Breathtaking...If I may, this is the piece I would like. Name your price."
