&& The Sigara Warehouses &&Who: @ismaeldela
It’d been a quick hit: watch as Navy Pier was ravaged by the fire, pull the van up and take a very unconscious Ismael De La Torre alongside Zephyr Jackson. With Julian’s under-the-table deal, he supposed letting the Kovali consigliere in on the plan would’ve played in his favor... but then again, the moment someone suspected a rat in the Faction, guns would be pointed. Julian liked breathing, he’d done everything in his power to stay alive and climb up the ranks. Now he sat on a throne in the middle of a graveyard... To keep it, he had to play each side equally. A win for the Faction was a win for him. Maybe next time he’d be a man of his word and play in favor of the Kovali.
The warehouse was the perfect place to hold the two men. Far enough from the pier, secluded in the river district... Julian paid a pretty penny to the coast guard and local police department to stay off his property. If the Kovali were brave enough to storm the place, they’d be like turkeys on Thanksgiving. Sometimes it truly was about location, location, location. Eyes fell on Ismael, chained up and regaining consciousness. “Oh good... you know you aren’t much fun knocked out.” Julian muttered, pulling up a chair to take a seat across from the man. “How’s your head?”
