Whizzper's Tales

The open air cafe in central Bogota bustles with the mid day crowd of lunch goers. People walked to and from the counter, along the sidewalk outside, and generally made a lot of noise.

In the center of it all sat two figures, a younger nondescript man, and an older man with shades, and a fedora pulled down.

Ryan Dexter, not his real name of course, looks at his contact, keeping his poker face in place he asks the fedora wearing man, "So when's the deal go down?"

The Colombian smiles, "So we have a deal?"

"Perhaps. I'll have to run it by my team, but I can almost guarantee them saying it's a good deal. And it meets our criteria. When's the party?"

"The party is in two weeks. I'm going to give you and your team access a week before to scout out the premises and coordinate with my security team. I want my twins birthday to be spectacular. And with the threat against me by the Cali Cartels...it would be them they try and strike. I know it, they now I know it, and so on and forth. What they don't know is I hired the Ryan Dexter to keep them safe."

Ryan smiles. Babysitting an eighteenth birthday party wasn't his usual line of work, but then it should be an easy job. And a million split four ways was their ticket out of Colombia. Ryan looked back at the retired judge leading in the recent polls for President of Colombia. "This is all approved by the money men, right? Wouldn't want you to get caught in a scandal that derails your campaign."

The older man smiles, "Yes, I come from old money. I can actually trace an ancestor all the way to Queen Isabella. The money I'm paying is mine, not from any campaign fund, or any other source."

"Give me a number I can reach you, untraceable preferably, and I'll get back to you in two hours."

"A step ahead, my friend." The man says and reaches into a briefcase then hands Ryan a disposable cell phone still in the package. Ryan takes and and gives the man a look, then smiles as the fedora wearing man picks up his own still packaged phone. "Let me open this one here..." He says then proceeds to do so. He picks up the piece of paper that came with it, and hands it to Ryan, "That's the number. Call me, tell me and then dispose of the phone. If your team accepts, then we set up another meet to coordinate better lines of communication. If you don't...just throw away the phone."

Ryan sat back, "You've done this before."

The older man smiles, "I wasn't always a Judge, Mr. Dexter. I was always on the side of the law...but I did my time in the Army. If you catch my drift."

Ryan smiles, "Then there is more of a bond here than I thought. It is a pleasure doing business with you, Mr..."

"No names..." The incognito man says, "I hope to hear from you soon, Mr. Dexter." With that the guy gets up and walks away, quickly blending in with the crowd...or he would have if it weren't for the two bruiser that flank him thirty feet away.

Ryan finishes his coffee (Colombian, of course...) and then leaves a tip as he gets up and walk in the opposite direction. He gets into a van two blocks away. "Fire it up Cindy. Let's get the rest of the Crew."

The brunette in the drivers seat smiles at her team leader, "Right away boss."

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