The Safe House

You know the difference between a salesman and a thief?

A salesman steals money from people legally.

After my first day at the academy concluded, I went straight to a old jazz club that was being sold by a less than professional salesman.

The guy that was selling the building I was looking into was shady to say the least, complete with a worn, uneven suit and middle aged hair loss.

He toured me through the club, and though the walls were home to cob webs and worn wall paper, it was in generally good condition. At least the building itself was honest.

The salesman brought me down to the cellar, with barrels on the walls and torch light.

Vesper: Torches? What is this? The Middle Ages?

Salesman: What that? It's nothing man, it's just that this building doesn't have power in the cellar. Gotta go old school yeah.

Vesper: Well, besides the questionable wiring, it seems good.

Salesman: So you will take it?

Vesper: Bring me the papers and we can finalize the sell.

Salesman: You, my friend, have taste! Let me go get the papers!

The salesman ran upstairs, with a joyous skip in his step.

This place was perfect. A hidden cellar for planning, plenty of room for loot and weapons, and I could open the place up to bring in income down the line.

The salesman came back with the papers, which I signed, and he left me to my newly obtained property.

Now....

I need a crew....

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