Post by MKULTRA on May 5, 2016 15:53:00 GMT -6
"My bad. I'm not trying to yank your chain." A man with pride that was happy to serve. A rare combination, indeed. "But I must admit I find it a little odd. Someone like you so willing to serve the cause of someone else when you could be getting your own. You're playing someone else's game on unequal terms when you could play your own game."
"You ever think that maybe there're people out here who ain't tryin' to do somethin' for material gain, kid?" Jim said, scowling at him as he continued to nurse his wounded arm. "Maybe I don't want to play my own game...maybe I'm just fine playing someone else's game." he continued, straightening his posture a bit. He didn't know why he felt the need to explain himself to this kid...
"I don't like to beat around the bush for too long, so I suppose I'll be straight with you. I'm playing my own game, if you will. I'm playing my own game on my own terms and you pique my interest. You're a powerful ally to have and you're absolutely wasted serving the Mafia." He paused, as if he was trying to build some sort of dramatic effect. "Of course, if you were with me then my game would be your game as well."
That...surprisingly enough...made Jim chuckle. Hell, it even made him laugh. It was one of those soft chuckles that you'd give off if someone said something so outrageous, that it was genuinely funny. Jim was getting the impression that this guy, Andre, simply wasn't getting it. Perhaps that was the case...or perhaps he understood well?
"Look, kid...there are some people on this earth that don't have any goals or ambitions." he began, pushing himself off of the wall now as he took a few solid steps forward. He was a proud man, there was no doubt about that...and perhaps that's what was keeping him moving forward, what was forcing him to explain himself to this kid. "Some people just don't have any underlying motives for doing what they do, or serving who they serve...some people know that they was just put here on this planet to do just that: serve. I've got everything I could ever need...average house, average clothes, average car; that's all I ever wanted...so, no, I don't have any goals. I live to serve...and I don't have a problem with that. Power doesn't interest me..."
"Still," he began, "I know that if I leave here on my own I'm gonna be killed for failing the family...they'll probably see me as a liability, if nothing else. Clearly, I ain't got no desire to die...so my question to you is this: what do you think I can offer you? I've been around the block a few times, sure...but I've been in more than a few of the boss' meetings too. I know my way around backroom politics, believe it or not...so unless you want an enforcer that doubles as an advisor, then I ain't got much more to offer you." he said, standing a few feet away from the darker male's position now.
"It's up to you what you want to do...but if we ain't got nothin' more to say, then I'm gonna be on my way..."