Author: Dmitri

December 9th, 2007
Peterson Trucking, Inc. World Headquarters
Manchester, NH

"Well, Mister Romanov, I must say, your proposal is impressive."

Roland Peterson, the owner and sole operating partner of the moderate sized trucking company, said as he regarded the Russian man. Though he wore a business suit, his hands and face showed that he had once been one of the men driving and working on the rigs that he know owned a fleet of.

"But, what concerns me is that I don't see what you profit in all this. By following your suggestions, my shipping can potentially improve by 25 percent and I'd have the money for the downpayment to the bank to purchase another ten rigs. And that'll increase shipping right there... hell, we'd have more contracts than we could handle if what you're saying is correct. But... why?"

The Russian sitting across the desk from the trucker smiled, "I represent many of those people that vould use your truckink firm and it profits us to use a strong, competitive, and efficient company to transport the goods that ve need moved from one place to another. And vith more rigs, you vill provide us vith a larger area base in vhich ve can move. But, if you prefer, I can take my suggestion to your competitor, Tom Vilkins..."

That statement got the desired reaction, with Peterson growling his personal opinion of Wilkins under his breath before telling the Russian, "I'm gonna try this, and if it doesn't work, I'm sending you a bill for lost contracts, if it does..." the trucker shook his head, "Then you're guaranteed whatever shipping you need."

The Russian laid a contract on the table in front of Peterson, "Sign here then, Comrade."

Peterson signed the contract, frowning, but the greed already showing in his eyes. "There, it's done."

The Russian nodded and then said, "Vell, I vould say it's time for a toast. Do you care for vodka?" The bare minimum amount of blood had been mixed into the fluid, faint enough that you couldn't see it. The two toasted and the man downed the vodka provided.

/That's three/, the Russian thought with satisfaction. Phase One of the Russian's plan was finished, and now the clan had the transportation they would need.