TungstenStrike: "That was fun.' Mumbling under his breath the soft words escapes the lips of the apparent teenager turning 18 in a week's time the males stands at an impressive 6 foot 2 weighing in at 170 pounds with a lean build and an ebony complexion that consist of a slick set of curly black hair that runs right down towards his collarbone stopping right there on his neck. Currently the young male is dressed rather casually and is wearing a phantom white T shirt of no particular design too it and wearing a black pants while his feet is covered with a pair of black and white air forces, Slowly stepping inside taking in his surroundings with a raised eyebrow the male nods before placing his right hand in his pockets relax finally home from a long trip too Jersey visiting his big brothers family enjoying the site of the state and the mad parties that took place:"Man that was some party defiantly will be going to Jersey again, I'm glad that piece of business went well now it's time to call Cameron." Reaching for the Samsung Galaxy S4 and dialing his number deciding to text him typing in the words.- Come to the Cafe, it's about some business.- Glad to be home finally and in the comfort of his own state basically, Downtown Los Angeles was his area and how he loved it. Ron finally arrives at the destination before stepping inside of the building moving his right foot after his let opening the doors towards the cafe pushing it open using his right hand quickly followed by his left opening the shop up at it's usually 12:30pm time.


CarbonxDeath: -While Ron was at the warm establishment of the café deep within the town of Los Angeles in a broken down apartment complex twelve minutes away from the café, loud screams of terror could be heard coming from a male on the third floor. Going into the room one could see a room that had white wallpaper with cream dirty carpet flooring, the average one bed with a night stand on each side, two doors in the western part of the room one leading into a closet and the other a bathroom, then finally on the eastern half would be a dinner table that was supposed to have four chairs pushed under it yet one was missing. In the center of the room against the wall Cameron could be seen standing upon the missing chair while he had a Caucasian male in about his mid twenties brutally nailed against the wall through both his wrists and ankles while blood ran out of his mouth and screams of pain constantly came out of his mouth every few minutes. Cameron was an 18 year old male who stood at a height of 5”8 inches, but though being partially short and dark skinned he made up for it with a well toned muscular body and many other skills that he possessed within his arsenal of utter doom as he called it. As for clothing he wore a black mask that has a smiling skeleton face on it that really only revealed his black eyes, a double jacket with a hood having the inside jacket be grey including the hood and the outside one be black while also having a few tattoo’s shown since the sleeves were rolled up to the center of his arms, a black jansport backpack, some average green camp pants, black boots, and of course some weapons concealed on him while also having his mask on to keep his face hidden. “Now look here mothafucka… I’m ready for a SPINE TINGLER ARE YOU” Cameron would yell out in a psychotic tone while having his left hand quickly jab out and grasp the neck of the male squeezing tightly against his throat starting to choke the life out of the guy while he squirmed and made small noises, yet while doing this Cameron felt a vibration in his right pocket so he looked down while slipping his right hand into his pocket then pulled out his iphone 5s only to read a message from Ron basically saying meet him at the café. Slowly he slid the phone back in his pocket while looking back up at the male and said “You’re lucky I’ve been called to go somewhere… but just because I’m going to leave you alive doesn’t mean I shall give you the gift of speaking properly…” and right at that moment Cameron instantly flung his mask up enough to have his mouth be fully visible, then once done he quickly followed up by using his hands to pry open the males mouth and bit straight onto the guys tongue like an animal and ripped his head back causing the tongue to come straight out of the guys mouth completely ripping in half while blood sprayed and splatter. “Hehehehe nice conversation guy… later…” are the final words Cameron said before spitting the tongue onto the floor rolling his mask down and then leaving the room headed on to the Café. It took about 8 minutes before Cameron came walking straight into the front entrance of the café before stopping as he spotted Ron then walked on over there until stopping a good five feet away saying “Wassup?” while still having a bit of blood on his clothes and mask from the incident.-




TungstenStrike: "Do you understand what's going to happen tonight bro, tonight we are heading to this Russian based group located in Prague I think. It's an assignment based on one of the more established groups, Strahov's if I remember correctly, tonight we head out, I'll tell you where and when via text, how are things going for you and your group now it's time to start recruiting and moving forward on certain things." Ron nodded before humming slightly wanting get this piece of busniess conculed as soon as possible, Ron heads towards the table located at the back of the club, fully intent on getting this meeting going, Ron then smiles before saying in a low tone his face having a slightly amused look to him as he'd speak opening his mouth too talk." Bro, I wanted to talk to you about a group called LCN which we a

CarbonxDeath: -While Ron talked Cameron stayed utterly silent making sure he heard every inch of detail that was given to him about the plans that would be associated with the group soon enough and also asked how his squad was coming along. Now Cameron knew how to answer the first two but the whole squad situation was a hard one for his alter ego Noremac loved to kill off people before Cameron got a chance to like then so he replied “Ehhh… the squad is.. Under construction you can say..” before snickering a bit leaning against one of the tables. He looked down at the floor for a moment having a few different ideas run through his mind about this newly brought up Russia trip thinking if he wanted to go back for his alter ego Noremac was a Russian mass murder which made all of this situation pretty ironic. “Alright yeah I’ll come to Russia, but I’m going on ahead y’all can contact me once you get there for before I go I need to pic up a few things first…” speaking in a more mischievous tone of voice for the moment.-re branched off of it's going to be involving a various set of Don's and Donna's in the communist including the biker gangs that are on this front. So that will mean a shitload of traveling and getting things in place. You up for some action I know you would want to come with." Ron closes his mouth before placing his right hand on the desk and quickly placing his head on the table showing signs of tiredness wanting the long day to end.