Post by nekomonga on Nov 24, 2018 9:13:35 GMT
Singapore
11:30 pm
On the water, the Singapore Strait
Crime was a high risk enterprise in a state as heavily policed as Singapore. Canny criminals needed plenty of connections, and twice as much discretion. Criminals like the Triad Dragon's Sons, who they believed paid some of the right people and killed some others. Still, no operation was fool-proof, and tonight the Sons would find out if they were going to be South East Asia's richest gang- or go bust.
A yacht was waiting on the water, cleared with harbor authorities to eventually go into the South China Sea. And on the water was a speed boat with six men in suits, and heading towards the yacht.
The lead man, a tough middle-aged Triad, radioed an operator on the yacht. "This is Jim Lee, we're headed towards the Tree House. All's quiet."
"Copy that Jim. All's quiet at the tree house." A female voice replied from the security room, a small out of the way place on the ship. Samantha was on said Yacht as well, eavesdropping for this moment since she got on an hour ago. She leaves the rest room and enters the crowded deck, where a swimsuit soiree was ongoing, a Camila Cabello dance remix playing in the background. All around were moneyed young people and lots of models, social media figures and pretty faces, all blissfully unaware of the shady deals going on.
Rocking a black two piece and a Malay Sarong, Samantha discreetly blended in, grabbing a martini from a passing waiter in speedos. Perks of the job, she shrugged. She smiled, danced along to the beat, and generally tried not to stand out, keeping near the railing to spot the speedboat approaching. Just a few more minutes.
11:30 pm
On the water, the Singapore Strait
Crime was a high risk enterprise in a state as heavily policed as Singapore. Canny criminals needed plenty of connections, and twice as much discretion. Criminals like the Triad Dragon's Sons, who they believed paid some of the right people and killed some others. Still, no operation was fool-proof, and tonight the Sons would find out if they were going to be South East Asia's richest gang- or go bust.
A yacht was waiting on the water, cleared with harbor authorities to eventually go into the South China Sea. And on the water was a speed boat with six men in suits, and heading towards the yacht.
The lead man, a tough middle-aged Triad, radioed an operator on the yacht. "This is Jim Lee, we're headed towards the Tree House. All's quiet."
"Copy that Jim. All's quiet at the tree house." A female voice replied from the security room, a small out of the way place on the ship. Samantha was on said Yacht as well, eavesdropping for this moment since she got on an hour ago. She leaves the rest room and enters the crowded deck, where a swimsuit soiree was ongoing, a Camila Cabello dance remix playing in the background. All around were moneyed young people and lots of models, social media figures and pretty faces, all blissfully unaware of the shady deals going on.
Rocking a black two piece and a Malay Sarong, Samantha discreetly blended in, grabbing a martini from a passing waiter in speedos. Perks of the job, she shrugged. She smiled, danced along to the beat, and generally tried not to stand out, keeping near the railing to spot the speedboat approaching. Just a few more minutes.