The Royales: Untold Tales

The Man of the Glove

In an attempt at a new life, of new opportunity, of rebirth in some sort - "The Man of the Glove" was born. The Golden Glove is a group to be reckoned with. The tale of one man onto another, this one is of no other than the man, Simon Olburg, more commonly known as simply, Simon.

At age 19 he had been in his very first foreign contract attendance, a crucial point in his "career" with more loss than gain with just one slip-up.

"Simon, listen up! Look at me mutherfucker... don't fuck this up! Whatever you do - only do what is asked and told! You keep your damn mouth shut for as long as you can... don't get us killed... these fuckers aren't much fanatics for the queen..."

The leader of the group targeted Simon knowing very well of his age and aware of his lack of temporal control. He had seen just how much anger Simon could throw out over a simple name-calling.

"I am on it, Sir..." answered Simon in annoyance.

"You better be... the last thing I want is one of my fucking men getting shot 'cause you couldn't control your damn emotions... is that understood!"

"Yes, Sir..."

The Leader, William Egber - Will for short - was in charge of a group of 6, Their leader had gotten into an agreement with the Chinese. The agreement mostly placed the British in an advantageous hand, where they would manually control the distribution of opium through the UK as long as they took half of the earnings, if not, no more drugs or opium would be allowed on English grounds by The Man of the Glove. Their job mainly fell in the action of confirming the agreement and removing any doubts in the way of the Chinese.

"Will, we are almost here, mate."

"Very well," says Will, "Get ready, we are about to be in the presence of fucking communists."

"Communists... for fuck sake... couldn't have thought of another governmental influence to partake," says one of the henchmen jokingly.

Wasn't long till the vehicle came to a halt, there the doors were opened as each of the Golden Glove henchmen presumably exited the car as they reassured their clothes with a few tugs on the seams. Simon out of all, was and seemed to be the most excited. An endless joy that breached his heart to be in such a situation at the moment.

It took a while to walk from the car to the table placed in the center of an abandoned apartment, but once there they settled and were ready to begin with the negotiations.

"Welcome, British brothers!" Said the man seated at the opposite end of the table.

Around the table were both the henchmen of the Chinese and British, all looking for a reason to exchange lead.

"Hello... Chinese comrade?... doesn't sound as good..."

"Oh," the man chuckles, "No matter now, you know? What does matter is this paper, British Man... says you take half of the money, I say... no," replied the man.

Will wasn't expecting such a low-end response from the Chinese, with no hesitation to call off the agreement and possibly bring up a counteroffer with the risk of an uproar right then and there.

"I see... seems that the negotiation is over, then... not much to continue when the story is cut short, you know?" Remarked Will.

The man laughs following with, "No, White man, the negotiation? Do you mean this? Just a piece of paper, useless... I offer the British money to allow us to pass our opium through your British country... my offer is better, how much do you want?"

Will smiles as he stares the man in the eyes, "Well isn't that just the same thing, mate?... what why did you disagree in the first place?"

"It's not the same thing, British man, it's not the same... I pay you money, you want more than what I can pay... you want to take our money... your offer is bullshit," Answered the man aggressively.

"Okay... consider it... I know... it... very well in the end wouldn't you think?... I propose-"

At that moment, Simon began dozing off as the Chinese man and Will were creating new counteroffers and attempting to persuade each other. He was completely zoned out, but there he noticed something that could've changed his fate if gone unnoticed. He saw a tall white man come up close to one of the Chinese at the far back of the group and say something that could barely be heard but could still listen to the sound and language from where he was.

"Pomnite, za chto my vam zaplatili... prikonchite ikh i zaymites' ostal'nym... my prekrasno znayem, chto oni budut delat' dal'she."

Russians! There are fucking Russians!

In a short glance, Simon had realized that Russians hid in between the Chinese for an ambush. He realizes that the man there was nothing but a distraction- a decoy for them to fall and die eventually. He went towards one of the henchmen in the back and reported to him what he heard - his reaction was as expected.

"No... are you sure?... fuck... let the others know to have their guns ready, this won't be boring anymore," replied the Henchman in a joyful manner.

It didn't take long before the information was told between the group. The only one without a clue was Will who was currently still in a conversation with the Chinese. Shortly after finishing, everything became quiet, the silence settled the tone. For a moment Will took the opportunity to look to the left where he noticed a man with a particular look to his essence, as though he had seen him before. The man on the opposite side looked back to his left and aligned with what Will looked at. He knew something was off with the uproaring silence of the British. Upon turning back, before he could even speak on his end of the situation he came to realize he was on the end of a gun barrel.

"Woah... Brit-"

"Cut the Bullshit... tell me what connections you have with the Russians... how much did they offer for our heads? Why the fuck are they here besides for killing?..." Questioned Will abruptly.

It all happened in the blink of an eye - before anyone knew it, all sights were on their chosen targets. Simon had been waiting for a moment like this his whole life, he had been ready since the day he began his training - it finally happened, and he was savoring every second of it knowing it could very much be his last.

Will continued, "We could've just come to a simple disagreement and left... for fuck sake you had to make it more complicated didn't you, mate... it didn't have to come to this, you know?"

"British man, don't make the wrong choice here..." replied the man cautiously.

In an instant glance, Will saw that one of the Chinese was aiming at him - at least he thought so - until he noticed that the man aiming his gun at him was none other than one of the Russians he spotted. He had seen a total of three, two on the left side and one on the right.

"Think twice before pulling that fucking trigger, Vladimir... you wouldn't want us to kill the man encharged, would you?," said Will in a powerful tone while maintaining his visual on the Chinese.

The Russian laughed for a bit, he then paused for a second before saying, "Ty ne poymesh', no mne plevat', chto ty delayesh' s kitaytsami, my khotim tol'ko tvoyey smerti... ochen' glupo so storony tvoyego lidera, posylayushchego odnogo iz svoikh luchshikh lyudey na sobstvennuyu smert'."

"O, ya chertovski khorosho govoryu po-russki, chuvak... tak ty khochesh' skazat', chto etot ublyudok peredo mnoy - ne chto inoye, kak primanka?" Questioned Will confidently.

Will realized that the Russians paid the Chinese to bait an arrangement for the British to come. This meant to him that the Russians weren't allies of the Chinese since they were just pawns to them, but they had economic power over their Asian counterparts. At this exact moment, Will made it all connect concluding that the Chinese have no business fighting back, so the only real problem is the Russians, sparing the Chinese can save them some lead for better use.