He was confused on why the Prince had sent this Fishman. On why the blackmail from the Red Hands was handled and there was no need to be sneaky, for that group. Again, like always, Little Mo was tossed into someone else's scheme and hidden agenda. This time however the words were brief and the only reason to do it was if he wanted work to continue with Storm. Something Little Mo couldn't stop till the end this birth year. He needed them as much as they wanted him. Being from the Underworld his great deeds of completion only reached the ears of those that could afford him. So, many didn't know Little Mo if they were short of "Royalty" within the South. Only one group could be compared to the Kings, Queens, and Dictators that belong to the World Government.
'I bet I am the only person that has to give this guy a note.' Little Mo said as he sat across from Mr. Baxter. Little Mo had found this Man before anyone else, the first to bring forth the discarded coins. He gained all of his on Cress Isle. The place those that gave him this letter also set up base. As each island in the Cress Isle compared to that of Java was more organized, but more corrupt. As on Java you knew, overall, what you'd get here. That couldn't be said about Cress or those from it.
"Instead of payment. You want to go on your own ship. We can't afford that. Is there anything else we can agree on?" Little Mo just stared blankly at Eadric. If he didn't know of the White Lips he'd deny the request with a bullet. But that group is not known to betray anyone. They are not Nobel by any means, but they are built on truth. A strange group within the Underworld that help out when they say they will help. However, when they want you to help it wasn't a option to not accept it. They are more known for their brutality. Despite Eadric not knowing of Little Mo those he was with
Little Mo knew this was going to happen, so did his Masters. Reaching into the pocket of his shorts he'd bring forth another note. He'd unfold it before placing it onto the table. It was blank and you could tell the fabric was not the same as the other. Little Mo would begin to write on it, as he didn't wanted to try and talk.
'Then keep me tagging along hidden, aside from who is above you. And give me the names and a description of each person hired onto this job. I will help with anything, like stated in the previous letter. During the day I will work with you. However, during the night I will not be bothered.' He wasn't going to get paid, and was offering all daylight to help the Private Collector. Still, in the eyes of Eadric this was strange.
"Okay, you did gather the coins. If you don't want payment, that is fine. You can have names instead."
Last Edit: Jul 5, 2020 6:49:37 GMT -8 by Little Mo
