“I’m not risking it, but I think I’m immortal.” –Unhinged Maurice

District: Megacorp Valley

Occupation: Leader of The Bombay Butchers; a prosperous criminal gang who can do whatever they please. Maurice’s laundrette is used as a front shop for all of The Butchers’ illegal operations.

Maurice is both professional and brutal in equal measure. The Bombay code is to be a gentleman up to the point where some idiot starts to take liberties. At that precise moment, the idiot is jumped in the street, thrown into the back of a truck, driven to an abandoned abattoir and tortured by Unhinged Maurice and his crew in the most horrific way (think eyeball removal using rusty tongs kind of torture).

Fortunately the Butchers’ long-standing reputation as swish, reliable businessmen means that they haven’t had any rival gangs on their tail for a number of years. The last gang they had a minor problem with was the Russian mafia. It was over a boundary dispute, but Maurice wasn’t hearing any of it.

Legend has it that, like a true alpha leader, Maurice rode his bicycle to the Russian Quarter wearing his helmet. He then strolled into the lion’s den unarmed and strutted all the way to Count Maxim’s office on the first floor of his nightclub.

A member of security began to tremble at the sight of Maurice and pretended he didn’t notice him.

Meanwhile Maurice entered Maxim’s office and strolled towards his desk while several guns were nervously aiming in his direction.

“You know as well as I do that you ain’t going to shoot.”

“Is that so?” Maxim said.

“You wouldn’t dare, Maxim, so cut the tough guy bullshit.”

“Then explain why you are here, putting the willies up my security personnel?”

“Because they’re shit Russian rednecks,” Maurice said, now sitting in the chair opposite Maxim. “You should check your security footage. There’s a pussy cat out there who pretended not to notice me. If I was a bad guy, I could’ve popped all your heads by now.”

“I’ll make sure he receives a reasonable level of discipline,” Maxim said as he nodded at one of his guards who immediately left the office. “So what do you want from me?”

“I want the tennis courts and adjoining toilets.”

“The ones near the Zoo?”

“That’s correct”

“Is that all you want?”

There was a sudden, brief altercation out on the corridor followed by a gunshot blast.

“That’s all I want,” Maurice said.

“And what do I get for cooperating?”

“If you don’t agree then put it in writing within 24 hours and start preparing for war.”

“A toilet war? No thanks. You can have it all.”

Maurice nodded. “Thanks for doing the right thing. The Bombay code says that we now owe you one. Choose wisely. “

Maurice stood up, about turned and disappeared out of the office leaving only bafflement in his wake.

He walked down the corridor, stepping over the blood and brains of the recently murdered security guard, careful not to get stains on his cowboy boots and on back to his laundrette.

However, things have changed in recent weeks and a long period of uninterrupted crime is about to receive a shake-up. Not only is Jo Chi dealing with a particularly nasty Cyberpig, but the Russian mafia might request help from the Bombay Butchers as their war with the Greasers begins to heat up.

Maurice senses that Maxim will be arriving soon and will be begging for support–using up his highly valuable “phone a friend”. Maurice will honour the Bombay code, but he knows that things are about to go down all across Cyberia and he doesn’t want to lose any of his men to a turf war he’s not involved in.

It’s from this point in time that the player takes over and has to start making some tough decisions.

Preferred Weapon: The above gun has no name. However, we think that Maurice doesn’t really need one.

Favourite way to unwind: “Gardening. Something about pulling on weeds really helps my blood pressure.”

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