America 1982-Chapter 237 - 80: Time to Start Work_5

Many military bases in United State America entrusted their transportation logistics to this company, and newspapers had mocked it as an overt trade of power and money, claiming that even the U.S. military, hailed as the most formidable armed force in the world, needed to hire a specialized security company to transport their donuts and chocolates?

In America, you wouldn’t know how many transit warehouses Brink’s Company owns, or how much money or gold of their employers is stored inside. All you need to know is that when you see the company’s name on a sign while driving, it’s probably a good idea to consider stopping instead of moving forward, or else they would do more than just call the police; you might become the star of a game called "Guess how many shots it takes to make that dumbass piss themselves."

Brink’s and Pinkerton had been close comrades for over a century, having collaborated who knows how many times to deceitfully entrap and shoot dead countless coal miners in Pennsylvania.

Their basic modus operandi was for Brink’s Security Company to intentionally present security lapses, then leak information to entice miners, who had been underpaid by the coal companies, to attempt theft or robbery. Once they acted, Pinkerton would promptly appear in the guise of justice-bringers, killing first and arresting later, eliminating those leaders and key members who had to die, and leaving a few terrified, ignorant miners for the courts. Such a smooth operation allowed the coal barons not only to dodge paying the dissenters’ wages but even to legally have the participating miners compensate for their own losses.

Why were there losses? Because even though the culprits were caught, the property was always mysteriously unaccounted for, and even the omnipotent Pinkerton couldn’t recover the barons’ robbed property. Alas, the losses had to be charged to the workers. But don’t worry, the workers’ houses, carriages, and even their wives, daughters, and sons would be disposed of properly, usually under the security provided by Brink’s Company, after all, the court would grant them to the coal barons to compensate for their losses.

Brink’s Security and Pinkerton Detectives—a sterling example of the best hounds of America’s government and capitalists.

"How should I address you, sir?" Tommy eyed the old fellow across from him who looked even older than his own father and asked.

The man was stuffing tobacco into his pipe, striking a match to light it, and looked at Tommy: "Page, Lotte Page."

The young one named George, the old one named Page? Tommy found these names oddly familiar, but then he realized—they were the names of cartoon characters.

"Listen, Mr. Page, I don’t buy that old crap about ’the older, the more valuable,’" Tommy appraised the old man before him:

"Because in the high-class courtesan business that I’m familiar with, you can’t expect to be screwed once and still get the high price of four hundred bucks if you’re over twenty-eight."

"As a matter of fact... Mr. Hawk..." the strapping young man who had just landed this job due to his low charges began speaking when he saw Tommy’s dissatisfaction with Lotte Page’s price. He earnestly continued after catching Tommy’s glance:

"Mr. Page is worth the money. He’s been a soldier, seen combat, and has all kinds of experience..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"So am I hiring him to help me assassinate the Soviet leader Konstantin Chernenko?" Tommy looked at the little porker brother, spreading his hands and asking rhetorically.

Lotte Page patted his companion’s shoulder: "Forget it, George, the gentleman only needs a driver. You can stay and have a chat with him; I’ll step outside for some air."

"Exactly, sir, you summed it up perfectly!" Tommy nodded in approval: "I just need a driver who looks intimidating, to scare the black folks, because I might spend a lot of time dealing with them... I mean..."

George, clearly not yet discouraged, kept vouching for the old guy: "Mr. Page is the right choice, he’s killed seven black men and got five years of suspended sentence and 600 hours of community service. All the black men in Long Beach, Los Angeles bow down subconsciously and raise their hands when they see him."

Tommy watched the old man who was standing up to take off his coat: "I think I have a pretty good idea who you are now, the police chief from the Long Beach division who caused an uproar among the judges during sentencing in ’78?"

"Yeah, fame doesn’t do you any favors; it always results in doors being closed when you’re job hunting. I know people are more tolerant of blacks now and wouldn’t want to get involved with someone as infamous as me." The old man looked at Tommy: "I understand, sir."

Tommy’s eyes gleamed as he sized up the man: "Everyone deserves a chance to turn over a new leaf, and I’m willing to give people that chance – so, if we were to go back to ’79, would you still commit such an act?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is I would still kill those bastards," Lotte Page replied, his jacket in hand, turning to walk away.

"Great, you’re hired, but there’s a small issue," Tommy said, causing Lotte Page to stop in his tracks. Tommy then turned to Sophia beside him:

"I’ll pay for George’s fees myself, but Mr. Page’s fees should be charged to Holly or Mark, and if they don’t object, the two of them can start working."