Room 456

The Partnership

Room 456 was secret. A conference room in an undisclosed location in the sky-high Blonderbuk hotel. The employees of the hotel each only knew one piece of information each. They all had to use them separately to make Blonderbuk work.

Jim "Moneybags" Marshall created his multi-billionare empire by turning $800 into $350,000,000 by using trade secrets in stocks. He then proceeded to create Moneybags Marshall's, which was a chain store that sold almost everything.

Moneybags, a rather fat man, strolled through the bulletproof glass of the door at Blonderbuk and leaned over the counter to the receptor. "Moneybags Marshall here. ID: 4259-VSJE-2945." The stiff faced receptor scanned Moneybags for weapons and allowed him to walk to the elevator. Moneybags first had to scan his eye into the alarm bell button until his card slided out of the wall. Using the card, he commanded the elevator to get him to floor 654.

The card allowed him access to Room 456.

At Room 456's door, he proceeded to scan his entire body, do a voice check, and had three armed guards escort him into the prestigious room. Over the soft scarlet Victorian carpet, Moneybags' sharp boots guided him to the wide glass, triangular table in the middle of a spacious and gigantic room.

On the opposite side of the table, there was a man dressed impeccably in a clean white suit with three guards similarly dressed. This man was Kent "Crusher" Kravesh. Crusher had been a professional boxer and earned millions of dollars until taking his money into developing and buying telephone companies. Unlike Moneybags, however, Crusher kept himself fit even after his glory days as a boxer.

As a cloud floated by the giant window, Crusher smiled. His dark face glowed as one of Moneybags' guards slid over a contract. "60%," Crusher suddenly spoke.

Standing up in rage, Marshall slammed his fist and waved a finger at Crusher's calm face. Crusher's guards instantly ran forward, but Moneybags' own guards blocked their path. "I don't like you, Kent!" Moneyabgspuffed. "But I've agreed to work with you for one reason and one reason only. 50-50 or I'm going solo on this mission and you get nothing!"

"You won't have the army or power necessary to kill our target." Crushercalmly replied.

Huffing again, Moneybags spoke. "You can have 55%, but I want the TV shows and the interviews."

"I don't care about those petty glamour rewards, Moneybags, but this task the U.S government has forced upon us is too big to be fighting over. If we are to complete this mission, President Atticus will have the right time and excuse to move in on the Phoenix Terrorists. I WANT 60% AND NO LESS!" The room fell into an eerie silence.

Surprised by Crusher's outburst, Moneybags sat back down as he thought it over. "Deal, but all the casualties caused in this Phoenix  conflict will be you paying for."

Crusher smiled. ¨Bruh, I hope his fat face loses some weight in this mission.¨