Weapon

The other day Ace went to school in the morning to sort out some things about his license and from there he went directly to the bank.

After racking his brain for a while, he finally thought of something that was viable for him currently and wouldn't cause much loss in the future. The best solution he could think of for his money problems was to take out a loan from the bank. The plan was to use the copyrights of his songs as collateral to obtain a loan, relatively simple considering the current fame of his songs and the possible profit possibilities with them in the future. The bank would be more than happy to lend money to a customer like him.

The bank chosen was the "Bank of the City of New York", Citibank, which was part of Citigroup, which in a few years would sell to EMI, a British multinational in the recording industry. All of Ace's steps were taken with careful consideration of his future path and, in any case, developing a good relationship with Citigroup's bosses wouldn't do any harm.

Of course, the current him couldn't even be put in the eyes of these heads of the big banks, he wasn't even worthy enough of that currently, but who knows in the future that wouldn't change...

What matters is that this relationship needed to start somewhere.

Furthermore, Arthur knew about the future development of this bank and therefore knew about its full potential.

In the end Ace created a bank account where the loan money was deposited and he would receive his dividends from "Yeah", Arthur asked and got a loan of 70 thousand dollars which was more than enough for him for now.

Furthermore, this was the best time in a few decades for someone to borrow from American banks since 2001, interest rates were consecutively reduced year after year. A moment that reduces the banks' possibilities to make money, but the ideal moment for the population.

Leaving Citibank Arthur had a bag of money in his hands, he called Bob and arranged to meet him at his house in 20 minutes. Without much delay he took a taxi and headed towards Bob's house, no one felt very comfortable hanging around on the street, with more than 40 thousand dollars in hand and unprotected and he was no different, so all the way he found himself in a state of tension.

He soon arrived at Bob's house, an ordinary Bronx house, like several others in the area. Arthur approached and knocked twice on the door before taking two steps back to create distance.

Soon after, a Latino man opened the door, with a green bandana hanging from his pants, in place of his belt, fortunately or unfortunately Ace noticed how the man had a pistol in his hands that he quickly placed on his waist after opening the door. . He didn't even bother to greet Arthur and went back into the house, leaving the door open as a sign that Ace was supposed to enter.

Arthur didn't take long to move and followed the man into the house.

"Hey man, you can go up those stairs, Bob is waiting for you up there. "

The man didn't pay much attention to the teenager who appeared and returned to a room.

Arthur followed him with his eyes until he saw him sitting on a sofa with his back to him.

In the room there were approximately 4 men, with varying skin tones but with some green detail in their clothes. They were all sitting on the couch with many kilos of drugs on the table. They were separating them into small packages with predetermined weights.

Ace went his way without further ado, thinking it was better to avoid seeing too much. He took a hallway and headed towards the only open door there was.

Entering, Bob was sitting on a sofa, smoking some weed, in front of him was a small table and on the other side two armchairs. Arthur approached, turned all the money in the bag onto the table and sat down in the armchair.

"Are you going to have some drinks, man? " Starting the conversation, Bob offered Ace some weed.

"There's the 40 thousand dollars as promised and another 5 thousand dollars for something I need you to arrange for me. "

Without thinking much, Ace cut the subject off by responding with a no and getting into the main topic that led them to actually be here, money.

"I knew you were a right investment Ace, you're a good kid, if you want I can take care of you kid. "

"I'm fine for now, Bob. "

"Alright then, the proposal will continue to stand. Anyway, how can I help you boy? "

"I need a gun, completely clean Bob, it must never have been used for any crime, it really needs to be completely clean, man. "

" That's easy. " Bob got up and went towards a nearby closet and there he took out a box, it was full of random useless items he picked it up and turned them all over on the table and then removed the false bottom of it.

Revealing an apparently brand new 9mm semi-automatic Glock pistol. For gun aficionados it was like a baby, a good pistol for practical use.

" Is all yours. "

Arthur received his latest purchase from Bob, did a quick visual inspection and placed it on his waistband.

" Thanks Bob, that was all. "

" Then it's all right kid, good luck with your work. Whenever you need to, remember your brothers and the right value. "

"See you later Bob. "

With that, Ace quickly left the house and took a taxi to his.