Brotherhood Bar-Talks

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Ares strode to Pedro Maniaco's table, his fury permeating throughout the bar.
He sat down with a slam and a sharp exhale. He was obviously taking great pains to control himself.
"Hello, brother... I need to talk...please... just listen for a while..."
He grimaced then continued...
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However, I can only take so much, so please be understanding if my vengeance spills over and strikes at them with unfettered fury..."

A wirey thin old man walks into the bar. and looks around with his tired eyes. Takes a deep sigh and sits down. Looks at blunt and nods his head to acknowledge him, " Ola mi amigo, I need to speak to you"
he clears his throat and continues...
" You may not recognize me Hermano, but I understand your issue with the Benitez clan, better than you would ever imagine. I am very disappointed at the conduct of some of them. A few have been punished. And those who just did not show enough maturity to fly in space with their brothers, have been grounded for good. As I am not the Don, unfortunately, thus I can not speak for the clan. But the SCRA has MY personal sincerest apology on this incident. Pending investigation, I may just hang up my wings as well because I have grown old and dont want to associate the twillight of my carrier with this tarnishment.

I do ponder however as to what happened to us, The clans were supposed to become closer. A single, multi tiered unit where a brother from one faction could call upon another without even thinking about it. All I can say SCRA is if Benitez are being casted out. Atleast try to stay true, strong and close to TBH, through thick and thin. Because, at the end of the day all I wanted to do was to see my brothers enjoy success."

The next drinks are on me for the whole bar. The thin old man nods his head at the elders of TBH and SCRA and walks out.

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