Owner	Pose
Hammerhead	Hammerhead sat down at a part bench with a heavy sigh. He turned towards the five men with him. Four of them were his "squad", a group of Hammerhead's goons who were trusted enough to be his own personal bodyguards. The fith man was a scrawny man with a thin brown moustache wearing a blue tuxedo and a pair of prescription glasses. This was his accountant, Cruncher. He normally did not bring him when he went out to the city. But, this time he brought along for one reason. He managed to set up a meeting with China White, the infamous drug lord who operates in the Pacific Rim. However, she happened to be in NYC for business and Hammerhead decided to 'conduct some business" with her. Hammerhead patted a spot of the bench where he was sitting at, which happened to be at a picnic table. Cruncher took a seat next to his boss and the two waited for China White to show up.
China White	China White strolled through Central Park, a trained white bird alighted upon her right hand's forefinger, chirping occasionally. Her peroxide blonde hair shielding her eye, she looked across the park, smiling beatifically, as if she was a Pontiff regarding her people. As she approached Hammerhead, she flicked her finger and the bird went chirping away, flapping off over the pond and mingling with the other avians, who briefly scattered from their branches to let the little songstress sit on a branch. "Hello, Mister Hammerhead," came China White's melodic, smooth greeting, her reptilian beauty on full display beneath the lines of her matte white jumpsuit. She pauses, white boots coming to a hollow halt, as she placed a hand on her hip. "I am happy to meet a potential partner, that would grace my presence so generously. Six men is normally a crowd in relations with a man such as you, but for a woman as China White, they are far too few." She laughs and swings around to sit on the bench, crossing her leg over her leg and clasping her hands before her knee. "Tell me, Hammerhead, why do you request the Queen of the Pacific today?"
Hammerhead	Hammerhead grunts in affermation at China's greeting. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a cuban cigar. He clicks his finger as he places the cigar in his mouth and one of the fedora clad gangsters, a tall, thin man wearing a pair of prescription glasses pulls out a lighter and lights Hammerhead's cigar. Hammerhead took a puff out of his cigar and looked at China, he then said in his signature gruff voice,      "I wish to discuss some business with ya. First things first, i heard ya had high quality heroin. The cheap crap I am getting from da Mexicans ain't cutting it anymore. I am willing to negotiate an agreement to start purchasing the stuff from you."
China White	"The finest heroin in the world is what I provide," China White says with a demure smile, looking away politely as the cigar is lit. She gently slips her fingers into the neck of her jumpsuit and withdraws an off-white purse, to produce her own smoke imbibed luxury. "We produce it in islands in the Pacific, particularly Malaysia and Indonesia, and ship it throughout the Pacific. I am presently beginning operations in Starling City, as a bit of a vacation, to challenge the Green Arrow, who I have a particular interest in as a toy to hunt." She unzips her purse and withdraws a hollow glass tube and a small cube black bottle with a square red top. Unscrewing the top, she flips the black bottle upside down and removes a high grade marijuana orb, packed into shape. She places the bottle back in her purse and lays it on her thigh, before packing the bit of marijuana into the hollow tube's bowl piece. "I can have it shipped to you in container ships that pass through the Panama Canal, I've recently begun business in New York City. It will, of course, require a substantial purchase to justify the length of shipping, but I am sure I can assist you in pushing out any competition you may have." She removes a slim metal lighter with a copper rolling piece and a chrome button to release butane, from the purse, sliding the purse away and lighting the chillum, inhaling slowly.
Hammerhead	"Green Arrow huh? I've heard of that mug. Put an old associate of mine in da hospital.      Once Hammerhead heard about the requirement of a substantial purchase of Heroin to justify the length of shipping, he looked towards Cruncher and nodded. Cruncher immediatley pulled out a electronic calculator and a pocket sized note pad out of hs shirt pocket and immeidatley began to use both. After a bit of number crunching, he turned towards Hammerhead and whisphered something into his ear. Hammerhead nodded and turned to China and said,           " Cruncha heard crunched some numbas and I am willin to offer ya $200,000 for each delievery of yer product."
China White	"Your offer is accepted. I will require a market guarantee if my shipment's safety, meaning I will select a location to fortify, where you will receive my shipment for transit to the location of your choosing." China White produces a bird call, a beautiful sing-song, and her white bird flaps across the Great Lawn's pond, back to here. "I have corporate endeavors to provide all my necessary cover materials, and warehousing. Do you have a preference for the borough?" She extends her right hand, and the bird lands there again, as she takes another draw from the chillum in her left hand, her eyelids heavily lidding.
Hammerhead	" I would prefer if you could ship it to Manhatten. If not, i can pick up in Staten Island."      Hammerhead then turned to Cruncher and whispered something to him. Cruncher then nodded and whisphered something back. Hammerhead then turned back to China and said to him,"      "This leads to mah second point of business with ya. Ya see, i am in da drug business too. I don't make the stuff, but i do sell it. Now dat you are comin into NYC, i want to avoid any possible "conflicts' with ya. So, i am proposin that we negotiate an agreement to sell our goods in sepaprate areas of the city and not interfer in each othas dealings."
China White	China White obliges with a small smile. "Manhattan is a lovely little island." "I will condescend to this agreement, in the interests of doing business, now that we have brokered a bond. It would be foolish, in a haphazard manner, not to arrange such a deal. I ask for very little territory, merely the ability to enforce my business with proper leverage. I will use the small territory I request as espionage, to spot potential encroachment from the authorities, and of course those arrogant maleficients that consider themselves authorities. I will not attempt to turn a profit, however I will remove myself from your range of operation."
Hammerhead	Hammerhead nodded at China's statement. He then said to her,      " Alright, which part of NYC do ya want. As for me, i would like to hold on to SoHo, Little Italy, Astoria, and Bensonurst."
China White	"I will take Chinatown, for my territory. There is a rival set of Tongs operating the Triad operations there, but my home government can arrange an equitable deal in exchange for my martial assets." China White demurely taps out her chillum, the spent marijuana ash falling to the bench.
Hammerhead	"I can agree to let ya have Chinatown, I wasn't planing on doin anything with part of town anyway."      Hammerhead then flew his cigar to the grassy ground below and immeidatley stomped it out. He then said to her     Ya got any business to being up with me. If not, I think we both got what we wanted here today and i can end this meetin now."
China White	China White rises, bird on her finger, and sashays some short distance away, before looking to Hammerhead sidelong, with her unhidden eye. "Thank you, Mister Hammerhead. It will be a pleasure being in New York City. I do enjoy a big apple." She struts off through the park, drawing more than a few glances, which she ignores pointedly with a raise of her chin and a knowing, but draconian, smile.