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Something in the Water
New York, April 1912...
Seth, scars running across both of his cheeks, resting comfortably under closed eyes sits in a velvet chair, legs crossed over one another, a black dress suit covering his body. An older man with curly black hair, grey strands appearing here and there, a curled black mustache sitting above his lip. Hands in their pockets, they seat themselves behind a desk, sipping at a glass of whiskey. The older man sighs before placing the glass of whiskey down before him. "So, you're the one that had my gold?" The older man asks, eyebrow arched as he leans over his neatly carved desk.
Nixon walks into the room with a casual saunter, grabbing a chair in the back corner of the room and sitting it beside Seth, placing himself down into it. Seth nods, "Yes, I and my compatriot here, including a few others have procured your gold with me."
The older man nods, "I should introduce myself - My name is Falcone Russo, you are?"
"Seth, just Seth."
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