Karim introduced Seung to the group who then shook hands with and exchanged names. MacDougall, Paul, and Monique introduced themselves using the fake names. Seung then spoke to MacDougall.
"So Mr. Hansen my boss said you and your associates are reliable" Seung paused to take a sip of his drink. "I have a job for you, there is this car dealer who owed Mr. Kandinsky and although he paid him he refused at first" Seung finished and took another sip of his drink.
"But he paid so all is well no?" MacDougall asked.
"Eh..not exactly, although the man did pay up he disrespected Mr. Kandinsky and threatened to not pay tribute anymore. Mr. Kandinsky has decided that the dealer needs to pay for his disrespect by having his business torched" Seung explained.
"I see...well we'd love to be of assistance" MacDougall said.
"Excellent, consider this your test" Seung handed a business card from the dealership to MacDougall. "The information and address is on there" Seung then bid the 3 farewell and took his leave.
"HE WANTS YOU TO WHAT?!" Wallace asked with shock and anger in his voice.
"Keep ya voice down lad, all he wants us to do is just torch the dealership no one has to die" MacDougall assured before taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Fine, just no innocents dammit" Wallace said.
MacDougall and crew headed to the location where the dealership was. When they arrived it was already closed.
"Perfect, no one around to notice" Monique said taking out some molotovs from her trunk.
Monique handed one to MacDougall and Paul while Wallace kept a lookout.
The 3 chucked molotovs into the large glass windows and the fire started to spread.
"Not fun and not fast enough" MacDougall then got into his Aston Martin and activated the guns.
"What the hell are you doing" Paul yelled out.
MacDougall drove around the dealer shit shooting up the cars from the turrets in the Vanquish's headlights.
"This guy's insane" Wallace said shaking his head as the bullets ripped through the expensive cars turning them into bullet riddled sheets of metal and fiberglass.
"He always had a cowboyish attitude" Monique said.
"And now the grand finale" MacDougall activated the vehicle's RPGs and fired two rockets at the building blowing it up and destroying the remaining cars.
"Mission complete I guess" Wallace said as MacDougall pulled up beside him.
"MacDougall, you are such a child" Monique said rolling her eyes.
The crew raced back to the hotel with Paul winning this time.
"Well it's been a long day so I'm gonna call it a night" Paul said heading up to his room.
"Yeah me too, hopefully Hernandez doesn't hear about this" Wallace said.
"MacDougall and Monique decided to head to the bar for a late night drink.
"I'll have Samogon, and for the lass?"
"A starka" Monique answered.
"Enjoy your drinks" the bartender, a brunette with blue eyes said with a smile as she served them.
Monique and MacDougall grabbed their drinks and walked over to a booth.
"So, what are you planning on doing once this is over?" MacDougall asked Monique.
"Not sure, haven't thought about it. Might just go back to Freemont City"
"Been meaning to ask you, but what exactly do you do for work there?"
"I worked as a waitress at a casino, plus my parents help me out with money every month.. usually 10,000 a month.
MacDougall almost spit out his drink.
"10,000 thousand a month? You're family must be loaded"
"They are, my father is Benoit Lapointe one of the best plastic surgeons in France and my mother Louise is a lawyer.
"I find it hard to believe a woman of your status would do this type of work"
"Even though I was born well off I still wanted to make it on my own rather than depend on my family, that's why I joined the DGSE and later moved to the US but my parents still send me money every month, what about you? I've known you for awhile but never knew much about your story.
MacDougall paused for a moment, he didn't really talk about his family or past as due to his rough upbringing.
"My dad served in the British Army during World War 2. He served in the 51st Highland Division and saw action in North Africa and Normandy didn't say much about it but it must've affected him considering the bastard downed bourbon like water, he died when I was 12 after his liver finally gave out and my mum died shortly after from emphysema"
Sorry to hear that" Monique said putting a hand on his shoulder. "How did you manage with all that?"
"Well I wasn't close to neither of them, my father would beat me and mum when he drank and my mum was an emotional wreck who suffered from panic attacks. After they died I was tossed around from house to house living with different relatives until I moved in with my older brother William when I was 15. William was a street racer and drug dealer who ran a small crew in Edinburgh.
"That explains why you love racing" Monique said.
"William taught me how to drive and bought me my first car when I was 16. It was red 69 Ford Capri, taught myself how to race, and by 17 I was already popular with the Edinburgh underground racing scene, had my own flat and a lass from secondary school." MacDougall took another sip of his drink and continued. "When I was 17 my brother and I were at a race meet at night when it was busted up by the coppers. Everyone scrambled and next thing I see is William tossing me a duffle bag before he took off in his car. I sped off behind him and we led the police on a chase for a about an hour. One of the coppers did a pit maneuver on the back of my car that caused me to spin out and crash into a restaurant"
Monique's eyes widened a bit.
"Was anyone hurt?" She asked.
MacDougall shook his head.
"They had me pinned inside and next thing I knew my window was smashed and I was dragged out by about 5 coppers with rifles pointed at my head. In the bag they found 4 stolen guns and a package of Cannabis. My own brother had set me up, I was taken to the headquarters and questioned about everything. I didn't know anything but they didn't believe it. I suppose since I was young or by some luck I was given the option to either go to the army or go to prison so thats when I joined the Royal Air Force, lost my flat and as well as the money that I made racing"
"So what happened to William? Was he arrested too?"
"No, after that night I never heard from him again and I was shipped off to Leeming in North Yorkshire and eventually saw combat for the first time in 1989 when a Wessex heli I was in was shot down in Londonderry during the conflict in Northern Ireland I survived but the pilot an 18 year old lad lost both his legs"
"So when did you leave the military?" Monique asked taking another sip of her drink.
"In 2001 I got drunk in a pub in London while on holiday and some drunken englishman man had mocked the way I talked. And I lost my temper and slugged him in the face then broke a bottle over his head"
Monique laughed causing her to spit out some of her drink
"Of course you would do something like that"
MacDougall continued.
"And as my luck had it the man I pummeled was a Royal Navy captain...and long story short I was discharged and then I was approached by MI6 and understook several missions in Afghanistan and of course that's when we met I believe
"Quite the history MacDougall, I feel like know you a lot better"
"Likewise lass"
Monique and MacDougall ordered more drinks and then played a game of pool where she beat him.
"I win!" Monique said cheerfully as she pocketed the 8 ball.
"Pool isn't my game anyways"
It was around 1:30 AM and both Monique and MacDougall were feeling tired.
"I think I'm going to turn in for the night" MacDougall said as he finished his glass of bourbon"
MacDougall looked over and saw Monique had fallen asleep. MacDougall tried to nudge her awake but to avail.
"Well looks like I gotta help her"
MacDougall carefully picked up Monique putting one arm under her legs and the other against her back then got on the elevator. He then entered her room and laid her on her bed.
"Now to get some shut eye myself"
MacDougall left to his room and laid on his bed drifting off quickly.