The older man sat among henchman waiting around for orders, than it rings,
“Across the way, is the tournament going the way I want it.”
“Yes, boss, we are going to aquire the location.”
“Don’t mess this one up, Taylor. There is no room for error.”
The pause and quick breathes from Taylor air over the line was disturbed again,
“Taylor, I need that location under Rocket control. I’ll be in touch.”
The click and the dial tone echoed through the pitch black room.
“What did the boss say,” a henchman muttered.
Taylor, rose from the chair,
“Master Giovanni wants the tower. We will give him the tower. Make sure we win that tournament.”