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Rainie Herendun of the Smoketrader drug cartel was being sent to negotiate with the Goldsmith cartel. With the amount of power between the two drug pushing companies, it was politics, which meant no guns.
She arrived at the address given to her anonamously. 517 LeCours Ave. She was standing in front of "Manafra's cafe and restaurant." A rather unimpressive building.
She entered and sat down, saying that she was reserved under Haile, just as she was instructed.
Soon after she ordered her food, 3 well-dressed men joined her. One was large and muscled with shaggy brown hair that was going gray. The second was wearing a tight suit and his slick jet black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. The third; although not as big as the first; was by far the most menacing. He wore a distinguishing white suit coat, blue-green shirt and no tie. His eyes were intense and fixed on Rainie.
"Hello, I'm Rainie Herendun of Smoketrader," she said in a trained monotone, never bringing any trace of emoti