Big D

Ray POV

Over the next two months I worked my ass off making sure that this whole organisation would run with or without my supervision and that everyone on the streets or under them would fear the name Big D.

The organization quickly garned the name 'The Whisperors'. I recruited neighborhood kids block-by-block until I covered the entirety of the Glades. I soon realised that everybody wants something different. While there were those that sympathized with their family situations and therefore wanted to earn extra money to help out at home or just kids that wanted protection and food in their bellies, to me it didn't matter. The whole thing was set up perfectly.

While it may sound simple I did put in quite a bit of work. After recruiting the kids that I tasked with simple tasks. Watch and listen, nothing else. My strategy was to simply have kids everywhere listen and pay attention to their surroundings. Nothing difficult about that. I had to make it simple since they are kids after all.

Once they aquirred information no matter how small they would take it to the teenagers in charge of the block who would then sift through the information for credible Intel. Like what time shops open and close. Who's sleeping with who. Where people eat and fuck. All these tidbits of info would then be written down into journals updated weekly. And documented by date and Time.

To get the information was a bit trickier. First thing I had to do was anonymously hire various Milkmen and postman. I also had to devise a code as well as a corresponding code book. The delivery man would then receive a new code book every week in the mail which was an actual fact just different variations of my original code. These codes or markers would be left either on their trucks near their homes or at work or even bathroom stalls. They would then decode the message and find out where and when the dead drop of the journal with the information would be.

After picking up the journal they would then deliver it to the specified location. Which would always be a different household on their route. And the beauty of it was that they all thought they were the only people doing this.

The next phase was harder. I had to actually put in some work. I started taking out gangs in the Glades that would undoubtedly impede my progress in the future. People that sold info, drug dealers that used kids, human traffickers and rapist cops and black market fencers . Everyone knew who these people were but nobody ever did anything about it. That is until a some crazy guy named Big D came along and started cleaning shit up.

To get my name out there I always left a, calling card. It was a simple steel card with a purple eggplant on it that read Big D. (JK) The card was black colored steel with a purple thorned rose with droplets of blood on the thorns. I would leave these cards whenever I killed my targets. Right next to the card there would be a letter dipicting their sins. The letter would have a black rose water mark as the background to represent death signed at the end would be the name Big D.

These letters would later be a death notice that would be sent out to let everyone know who had got on the bad side of the organization. This would serve as a warning to those who would appose or try to assist said individual or group.

After doing all this and making a name for myself I sent out letters to all the heavy hitters in underground world of Starling City stating that we would be selling information on everyone and everything in town for a price. The letter was then sealed in an envelope with a wax purple rose seal.

The way things would work is that people would request information through coded dead drops throughout the city. Which would be seen by my people. They would relay the information and sift through the journals to find it then proceed to dead drop it. Payment would then be made to a bank account in Panama and rerouted through various account and end in up in my Swiss accounts. I had ten live accounts under different aliases. Courtesy of Miss P's second lesson.

The information would also have a clause if it had to do with robbery or BnE. That stated that after the job they had to use George if they wanted to fence anything. And with Big D's reputation and information network, nobody wanted to fuck with George.

This in turn got George to high places even rubbing shoulders with Starling Cities elites every once in a while. He however had constant reminders of who was in charge. Thanks once again to Miss P I was able to keep George in check by simply playing mind games. I would get different people every now and from all over the city to deliver messages to him. Like last week his barber told him to check his shoe when he got home. And when George got home he found a message imbedded in his shoe. According to Miss P this would create the illusion that you knew and saw everything the target would be doing. Which had the underlying message of 'I can kill you anywhere anytime. Your only breathing because I allow you to'. This proved exceptionally well on people of the underworld.

I also devised membership levels that would determine the level of information you were allowed to purchase. There were 10 Levels with 1 being the highest. Only 15 people in the whole city had level 1 access. Which meant you could buy info on just about anything and anyone.

Thus the foundation was built. And a sturdy foundation it was. I even had city officials and the police department asking for information to help in either their personal lives or crime scenes. But we had three iron clad rules.

-Never disclose who bought information or what info they bought.

-Never sell information that would negatively affect the populace.(Things like Milatary Grade weapon travel routes and locations. Dangerous shit that could kill thousands of people if in the wrong hands)

-Membership levels were iron clad.

Now then I had my base. It was time to turn my attention to the real enemies.