June thought for a second, but it was clear what Erik wanted to do.
Erik said.
Erik was already envisioning the confrontation, playing out different scenarios and replies.
But Howell was no fool, and the Crystal Cross gang was notorious for its ruthlessness.
He had to make the right questions if he wanted to get what he ca here for, among which was dismantling the Crystal Cross Gang.
June asked.
Erik remained silent for a second.
June said.
As Gus and his entourage erged from the building, they made their way to the parked cars with an air of urgency.
The mont they settled inside, the vehicles lifted into the sky, charting a course northward.
Unbeknownst to them, Erik was accompanying them, perched in the car's corner, in the form of a fly.
His tiny, compound eyes missed nothing, absorbing every facial expression while his antennae listened to every nuance of their conversation.
The atmosphere inside the car was charged with tension.
Gus broke the silence, his voice laced with frustration. "Can you believe Howell? Ten million New Dollars is what he's demanding now."
The others murmured in agreent, their discontent palpable.
"It's exorbitant," one of them said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Howell's greed knows no bounds."
However, aside from that, there was a more pressing matter they had on their minds.
"Gus, what do you think Volkov plans to do about Erik Romano?" The question seed to hover in the car, charged with an undercurrent of concern and curiosity.
Gus took a mont before responding, his gaze fixed on the sky ahead as if searching for the answer among the clouds.
"Volkov is worried, that's for sure," he said, his tone serious. "But he's planning sothing big to lure Erik away from New Alexandria."
Upon arrival, the group entered a towering edifice of glass and steel, its sleek facade reflecting the bustling city around it.
Inside, the lobby boasted marble floors and modern art, exuding a blend of luxury and efficiency.
The building, a beacon of power, stood as a testant to ambition and enterprise.
Erik thought.
"I'm going to talk to Rick. I need to tell him about our agreent with Howell."
The others nodded, and each went their separate way. Gus headed towards the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor.
The others dispersed in different directions, each absorbed in their own tasks.
As the elevator ascended smoothly, Gus reviewed the details of the agreent with Howell in his mind.
Upon reaching his destination, he stepped out into a long corridor, its walls adorned with abstract paintings.
He walked, eventually stopping before a door marked with the number "410."
After having opened it, he entered the office. Unseen, Erik, still in his fly form, followed closely behind, slipping through the door just as it closed behind Gus.
There, Gus talked to this guy, Rick, a man of stature, with sharp features frad by salt-and-pepper hair, styled back with precision. Dressed in a tailored suit, Rick exuded an air of understated elegance.
As Gus detailed his encounter with Howell, he recounted the hefty sum demanded for their arrangent, emphasizing Howell's tiline of a week.
Rick listened, his expression betraying a mix of rage and calculation.
It beca clear to Erik that Rick's role entailed the ticulous handling of their financial operations.
His fingers tapped on the desk, already thinking about the allocation of funds. That was what they discussed for at least half an hour.
Rick's expertise in navigating their resources was clear as he outlined potential strategies to et Howell's demands without jeopardizing their financial stability.
After Gus was done, he left the office.
Erik followed the man, who left the building. Gus was heading toward his flying car, but was alone. That was Erik's chance.
While making his way to the car, Gus slid inside, the doors sealing with a soft hiss.
Alone and unaware of his tiny passenger, Gus started the engine, the vehicle's hum filling the air.
With a smooth acceleration, the car lifted off, soaring into the city's skyline.
Buildings and neon lights blurred below as Gus navigated through the aerial traffic, his vehicle a re speck among the bustling cityscape.
[Understood. Connecting to the device. Connection established, control of the car obtained.]
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