&& Taste of Chicago ( Alley ) &&Who:@niamreyes
It was still early in the morning, the sun just rising above crystal blue waters. Vendor trucks were moving around, staff getting ready for the Taste of Chicago to open up and Julian? He looked down at the time on his burner phone, restless fingers continuing to swipe through to watch the minutes draw closer to his meeting time. It wasn’t his intention to throw people under the bus... alright perhaps it was. But the day the King came back to command the chessboard was the same day his livelihood was threatened. If securing his safety meant he had to become Brutus once again, he was more than willing to do so. Hence sending the Kovali consigliere a cryptic message: a time and a place. Nothing else. Was she even going to show off of that information? It remained up in the air.
As his watch hit the half-hour mark, Julian could see a silhouette entering the alley. Showtime. He threw the butt of his cigarette towards the ground before gesturing for the woman to follow him. “If we’re talking we’re going to do it somewhere private,” Julian muttered, pushing open the metal door to his right. It was a cramped meat locker, dark but at least no one would be able to hear the conversation. “I’ve got something for you... but before I say anything I want a guarantee: you don’t touch me or my ports .”