"Ricky ya' dumbass, what do you think you're doing sending out the new guys in police territory?"
Patrick Anderson calmed himself down with a sigh. His subordinate was practically shi
tting himself right now. "Uh, sorry sir. Won't happen again."
Anderson nodded slightly, and put his gun pack in it's holster. "Alright. Can't have any more f
uck-ups. One more and I'll blow your head off. Now get out of here."
Ricky scrambled to get out of the room. Anderson turned to one of his wingmen, "Get my son in here. I got some business for him."
Joseph Anderson came through the door a few moments later, "What is it, father?"
Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled a wade of cash. "See what you can do with this. You got some friends in local law enforcement, don't ya? I'm sure you can convince them to see things our way. Oh, and, I got this message for a fella' named Ryan McGowan. See to it that it comes into his hands."
"I'll get it done." Joseph replied, before heading out the door.
Orders:
Anderson
Boss: Patrick Cameron Anderson/civver_764
Nationality: American
Starting Location: (1,3)
Credits: 170
Booze: 0
Police Bribes: Level 0
Contents of Letter:
From: Patrick Anderson
To: Ryan McGowan
I understand you and your little gang of nobodies seems to think they control district two-five. Any further advances of your so called "gang" that comes adjacent to our head quarters in one-three will be seen as a direct act of conflict and permission for me to blow your f
ucking immigrant brains out. Don't let it come to that.