The alarm chirps to the light of the feeble sun streaming through high bared windows – the thrum of heavy machines, forklifts and large trucks docking form the base line of the days song. In the massive office/home, stirs of movement are made, in the doorway stands an immaculately dressed man with the distracted look of one listening to a litany of messages.
“Mr. C, this is Ragdoll – with Gomi Emporium. We could not talk around the others, Miss Emily would have our business discussed as a private matter. Still, your reputation is known, and we would like to hear your proposal. Just leave us a message at this number and we will get back to you. God Speed with the Ghost.”
The one known as Candyman goes about his morning rituals – reviewing the shipping manifests, meeting with his song birds to hear the word on the street, and going over financing of future orders and ventures. With that all done he slips into a relaxed sprawl at his chair and dials the number.
“Greetings, Candyman speaking. It is my understanding that you keep your territory well cared for – providing protection against riffraff and buying the loyalty of your residents. It would be my pleasure, when my loyalty has been shown, to provide merchandise for your Emporium and arms to your security teams. Thanks for calling Ragdoll, we’ve a plan in place for learning more on the Ghost now – I hope it will be only the first of many procurements.”
“Now, to tweak fate and learn the secrets of the dreaming prince…”