[Sodium_noir] Business Before Pleasure (continued)

[Spikey]

Jeremiah Buford, Allen Bradley, Raul Montez
A Boss, An Employee, and their Driver
A Private Dock
Nearly two hours past sunset
 
Buford turned to stare out the side window, watching cookie-cutter houses slip into the darkness and allowed himself a small smile.  "No matter, Allen.  I'll deal with the monsters in the back room while you deal with those in the front."
 
"Yes sir.  Business as usual."

They Drove away from the middle class houses of Torres and up towards the real suburbs. Where the big houses sat like monstrous predators on the prime meat of the most expensive real estate in Gotham. SinClair Mansion sat right at the top in acres of grounds and Raul slowed to a crawl as they approached. 

>From beyond the gates the music could not be heard, not the party itself. The lack of noise pollution was due entirely tot he distance to the house itself rather than any nods to control the guests might have. Bradley had arranged for them to have a space reserved in the covered garage and raul had been briefed where to go. He pulled into the large barn to the side of the house and parked close to the internal door. 

Whether by accident or design, it seemed one could enter the house through the Kitchen and avoid the large reception area at the front. And they could do it all without exposure to the elements or sunlight if it came to it. 

They had arrived.
 
(No TAG here. Carry on in the 'Hell is Other people' thread)
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