G-Man
G-Man. It’s not the end of the World it’s just the end of Google.
We do not plea bargain, we procure acquittals.
G-Man’s Las Vegas Mob Lawyers redressed the Customer. They were representing an undisclosed principal that had not been charged criminally with an eye popping laundry list of VIP demands and perquisites that would make a Casino owner blush, beginning and ending with what amounted to immunity, indemnification and the envy of dark artists everywhere, an irrevocable Presidential Office License to Kill Digitally. The Customer badly needed him on the Guns Goons Gold squad in the Crescent and they knew it so they asked for proof of prowess. In Vegas, what the Customer wants the Customer gets and the Customer got their proof of prowess in spades with permanent simultaneous Presidential Office immunity and indemnification. The Mob Lawyers were instantly in a new league and it went right to their heads. Post mind numbing review of prowess by the Customer complete with an extremely rare Presidential Office invitation and admission to the Lawyers in writing that G-Man was the genuine article needed badly by the Administration, the license, demands and perquisites were expedited items in process. Its never the crime, its always the cover up. G-Man cometh.
Bratislava: Bulgarian Girls, Jewel of Russia rocks and the faint smell of solder. News traveled fast. G-Man was in. Now the crew. He wasted no time. All were under 30 and had one thing in common, G-Man had just gotten them out of prison from different locations around the World.. He knew he could parlay the ability to procure get out of jail cards into one of the if not the largest bot network in the World. So he did. G-Man didn’t particularly like brute force but knew that there would come a day when he would need it. He much preferred finesse. The crew understood that it was the G-Man’s show.
First things first, girls and Vodka. Some of the crew had special requests for pharma that were provided immediately. It was exactly like they went from jail right back to being digital Rock Stars. They were under strict orders from G-Man to maintain exquisite manners with the image of Goldman Portfolio Traders. This meant polish. After their release and some I&I they each went into a Zurich hospital for their check ups. Then the Dentist for cosmetics. Finally, all out to the plastic surgeon for minor surgery. The Tailor, butlers, cooks, hair dressers, personal assistants, manicures, pedicures, hookers. It wasn’t like any of this was new to them. After all, each of them knew exactly how long it took to count a million dollars in cash. This presented a dilemma for The Admiral.
Manners were paramount in G-Man’s world. He would not tolerate old rivalry or attitude of any kind. This came in handy when dealing with the person that had carefully been appointed to watch G-Man and his crew. The Admiral admired them, their youth and talent. He also knew well what he was dealing with and what they individually much less collectively were capable of. G-Man was very careful to always be extremely polite to the Admiral. That did not however impact his ability to simply request the impossible and expect nothing less of him.
Today he was requesting that all of the credentials of the crew be handed over to them individually. Passports, Drivers Licenses, Credit reports, Bank Accounts, everything. He also wanted the Admiral to have their Criminal Records expunged both Domestically and Internationally as if nothing ever happened. The crew also had considerable Legal fess that he wanted paid in full to their respective Lawyers. Additionally he wanted the Admiral to pay for the crews new Las Vegas Legal representation The Admiral listened carefully, made notes on a Legal Pad and agreed. It would have been easier to create new identities but G-Man had his reasons. The Admiral was expecting it, he had been warned by the profilers already.
The Admiral had considerable leverage being as how G-Man had made sure that he report directly to the Office of the President. Before any travel or any work, G-Man wanted to have the Legal status of the crew covered. The Admiral both understood the necessity and the loyalty that G-Man needed from them. In the meantime it was time to Party and Party they did. One week, no work, no meetings, no computers, no calls, no cell phones. Just Vodka, Pharma, Bulgarinas, sleep, eat, massage and spa. They all knew that soon it would be time to move out. G-Man called for a full dress meeting in two days at 3 A.M. Into dawn the Falcon dissolved.
Happy Valentines Day!
