Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Dec 25, 2016 6:19:19 GMT
He thrummed his fingers on the table before him looking across the literal and figurative aisle at the other team. He’d sat through twelve previous dates six of which were all motions and attempts to stall the trial the last previous three were an attempt to stack the jury against the defendant. Little did they know that Alexander was of a mind to tank this case. No one realized that he was in fact Ghost. The same Ghost who’d cost the defendant sixty-five large and a huge amount of street cred. He had no love lost for the Triads any arm of their illusive phantasmal fraternity. He hated the Triad riders as they always played dirty and hated losing with a passion that defied common sense. Sadly, after his last big race the comers were hot and furious he’d had to take the race to maintain his own and yet part of him took it for the challenge. Six triad riders, two Soldiers of Sons, Him and a few Brother MC’s out of the Bay.
It was a there and back with a bag prize. The last ten feet of the middle was a foot race to grab the prize an anything go melee. He made it simply because unlike the rest his goal wasn’t to stop everyone else from getting the prize. He honestly didn’t care about the money it was simply the cherry on top not the milkshake of it all. He as such rode all the way there and back just so luck shined on him and the bag man who’d won the bag was too ruined to continue and dropped the bag which had the codes to the bank account where the bitcoins were held. So, Ghost scooped the bag crossed the finish line and disappeared.
The Triad was out of sixty-fie large which was nothing but it compounded with their previous issues left them in a lurch. As such they’d spent the last few months making sure everyone who’d crossed them was made an example of. They’d tortured, maimed, and killed wantonly. The defendant was indicted for causing the death of seven riders from D’s chapter and had done just enough to create doubt. Alexander believed in the system not just as a means to the end but as a lifes mission. AS such he believed the perp needed competent representation and yet he also knew the man needed to rot. Due his patient client privilege he’d learned all sorts of wrong doing the man had done. And the fact he’d intended one evil deed to be the excuse for why he wasn’t the person responsible. In truth he wasn’t he’d ordered it and yet had not carried it out himself. Tomatoes Tomatos same thing not quite. As such Alexander had taken a nice payday for essentially dropping the ball. His defense was affirmative yet to anyone who’d studied his case files they’d find small seemingly miniscule differences in his tactics. Those small idiosyncrasies would be overlooked but he knew they could cost him the case. The problem was the DA seemed set and determined to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
It was a there and back with a bag prize. The last ten feet of the middle was a foot race to grab the prize an anything go melee. He made it simply because unlike the rest his goal wasn’t to stop everyone else from getting the prize. He honestly didn’t care about the money it was simply the cherry on top not the milkshake of it all. He as such rode all the way there and back just so luck shined on him and the bag man who’d won the bag was too ruined to continue and dropped the bag which had the codes to the bank account where the bitcoins were held. So, Ghost scooped the bag crossed the finish line and disappeared.
The Triad was out of sixty-fie large which was nothing but it compounded with their previous issues left them in a lurch. As such they’d spent the last few months making sure everyone who’d crossed them was made an example of. They’d tortured, maimed, and killed wantonly. The defendant was indicted for causing the death of seven riders from D’s chapter and had done just enough to create doubt. Alexander believed in the system not just as a means to the end but as a lifes mission. AS such he believed the perp needed competent representation and yet he also knew the man needed to rot. Due his patient client privilege he’d learned all sorts of wrong doing the man had done. And the fact he’d intended one evil deed to be the excuse for why he wasn’t the person responsible. In truth he wasn’t he’d ordered it and yet had not carried it out himself. Tomatoes Tomatos same thing not quite. As such Alexander had taken a nice payday for essentially dropping the ball. His defense was affirmative yet to anyone who’d studied his case files they’d find small seemingly miniscule differences in his tactics. Those small idiosyncrasies would be overlooked but he knew they could cost him the case. The problem was the DA seemed set and determined to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.