The Moncanos S01E03: The Entourage

November 04, 2016 Anson 0 Comments

"I'm assuming everyone's present", Lyndon inquired in an ominous but casual tone. Of course they were. No one made the boss wait. They were seated in the office on floor one of 'Bottles'. It was on the farther corner of the floor, away from prying eyes. Through the one way glass they could see a large crowd swaying to the DJ below. The tipsy assembly below would however never see or know what transpired in the office. It was a large room with beige painted walls, and was beautifully furnished. A dark brown oak table sat on one end with a single swivelling chair tucked in. The Don sat on it a few years ago, but now it belonged to Lyndon Moncano. The wall to the right of the table was adorned with framed photographs of all the Moncanos. A picture of the don in the center and one of Lyndon to the right. Photographs of grandma Claudia, aunts Victoria Ceecee and Jennifer Charlie. The Don's loving brother Gregory Paul, who died at a young age, and Johnny, Lyndon's brother, who also died at a young age. To the left of the table was the strategy wall. Nailed to it were a bulletin board with articles, printed pictures, hand written plans and multiple blue prints. Hanging next to it was a map of the country and a complex web of coloured strings pinned to it.

Four men sitting on black armchairs faced the table. In attendance were Sean Burroughs, Lyndon's right hand man and the federal mole. To Sean's right was Jeremy Claude, the company assassin. He was also known as the Alchemist. Jeremy was thin, short and had an innocent face, which complimented his devilish mind. Brought up in Jersey, Jeremy was forced into a life of crime by a fate he had no control over. He went to a mediocre school and was greatly fascinated by science, chemistry in particular. He was always mischievous, mixing chemicals in the lab he wasn't supposed to and very often stealing equipment and chemicals. He would take them back home and perform experiments in his make shift laboratory. By the age of twenty, he was an expert of the periodic table and chemical compositions.

One evening, for the first time since Jeremy could remember, his father did not show up at the dinner table when the clock chimed nine. Two hours later police showed up at their door with news that Jeremy's father was murdered in a fist fight at the hotel where he worked. The suspect was a man who he owed money to. The perpetrator was currently out on bail but the police assured them that once they had a witness, justice would be served. Jeremy could and would not wait for the law to take it's course. He ran to his lab, sobbing and stumbling all the way. Once inside though, he felt a sense of ease amidst his lab equipment. He knew what he was going to do.

He searched around until he found the acetic acid that he had stolen from the university just the day before. He poured a measured quantity into a test tube. He carefully measured 61 grams of Urea and transferred it to a beaker. He then poured the acetic acid into it and stirred it until it was satisfactorily mixed. He put on his lab mask, rigged up the reflux condenser and began heating the mixture. The reflux condenser heated the mixture till it vapourized, collected the vapour at the top, condensed it and re-introduced the condensate back into the heating flask. The mask was to shield his nostrils from the ammonia that would be produced. He placed a litmus paper on an opening on top of the condenser. Once the litmus paper turned blue, indicating exposure to ammonia fumes, he sighed relief. The concoction was brewing as expected. After a few hours the boiling liquid turned orange. He poured the liquid into a dish and let it cool. It cooled into a crystalline solid: Acetamide. He placed the dish with the solid Acetamide on a burner and let it heat while he walked out for a Cola.

Once the Acetamide was a molten mixture he added measured Phosphorous Pentoxide into a flask and poured the liquid Acetamide to it through a dropper, one careful drop at a time. Phosphorous Pentoxide being extremely reactive with water, he had to be careful. The mixture quickly began fuming. Once done, he let it sit for a few minutes before rigging up the heating mantle to distill the resulting mixture. He waited as a colourless liquid rose from the adapter and collected in an attached beaker. He then weighed a precise amount of warm Sodium Carbonate and added it to the distilled solution. He then poured the resulting mixture into a separating funnel and in a few minutes, the liquid separated into two layers. He carefully extracted the upper layer and threw the rest. He dried it out using Magnesium Sulphate and filtered it out into a container.

He had his final product, Acetonitrile. Acetonitrile is a common organic solvent and harmless, but when ingested converts to toxic Cyanide. He intended to poison his father's killer. He filled it into a test tube, corked it and slipped out into the night. The cops had informed them who the suspect was. A quick directory search gave him the address. He reached the murderers house, sneaked in, and poured the mixture into the water cooler. He was out on the streets in ten minutes. The next morning the suspect was found dead, cause unknown but no foul play suspected. The Alchemist was born.

The third man, seated next to the Alchemist was Baxter Jenson. He was the muscle man for the family. He was called when bones needed to be broken or people needed to be intimidated, and he led the army during street wars. He had a fairly dull history, having lived on the streets and used to fighting people for money, food or sometimes just survival, he was bound to end up with one gang or another. Fortunately for him he was recruited into the most powerful gang there was.

The fourth man was unknown. He was black, dressed poorly and was trembling with anxiety. Even without any prior credentials as the other three, he was the key player in Lyndon's plan.