George Town, Malaysia. 2:00 AM
Among the fishing trolleys that sat in the harbor, silently bobbing up and down to the tide, three men sat atop a large motor boat, gazing out into the sea, and watching the horizon with a pair of night vision binoculars. Surveying the waters around them for any signs of activity upon the horizon. It took two more hours for a rather small cargo ship to sail towards the dock, and all the men stood at the slight, before one signaled for the others to begin rowing. He whispered something into a device on his wrist, before sitting down and riding the waves towards the vessel.
A loud smack was heard as the man from earlier slaps the captain of the ship.
"Why the hell were you so late? You know we haven't bought off all the cops here! What if the Anglo-Ausies find us? Huh? You could have gotten our whole operation on this island ended! All of it! What do you have to say idiot?"
The man says nothing, and stares at the ground.
"You know what? I don't care. I don't care. I'm docking your cut and you're getting no more of the goods for cheap, and don't you dare try and argue. Pull into the dock we came from, we should have about twenty minutes before the coppers usually arrive."
And so the ship groans its way to the shore, before her engine being cut and the crew begins to unload a very large amount of brown packages and crates from the brig, and into six unmarked trucks waiting for them. All seems to have turned out narrowly okay, before shouting is heard from down the road. Eight police vehicles are seen driving towards them, their sirens blaring.
"Fuck!" Says the man, taking out a 9mm pistol from inside his suit jacket. "Coppers! I guess we are too late. Get the rifles from the brig captain and I'll call in the men from downtown. I guess we're at war then."
After hours of firefights, the docks quiet down, as police quarter off half of the town, and the mobsters hold on to the other half. The goods were delivered, and that very night they were sent off in fishing boats across the region. But Georgetown would become a gang war zone because of it.
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Fabricate consumer goods- +15 Capital, -5 Industry, -5 Demand
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