Jace stepped off the plane looking around at the small Island. It was probably one hundred miles in every direction. The Island was tropical, a beach that remained pristine thanks to it's unuse. Hidden deep in the forrested part of the Island, about 40 miles to be presise, was Ryder's drug Kitchen. There he made the drugs he delt to some parts of North and South America but mostly it was to other countires. He said his most popular customors were european and asian people, and also a select few in the British Isles. But he did ship outside that range. A jeep pulled up to them and both of the men climbed in. During the Ride there Ryder spoke.
"Your a good kid Jace. There must be some monumental reason your so Ambitious as to create your own drug for non-medical reasons. Let me guess. You got someone on your tail who wants something from you and this must be the drug. And since Old Vincent owns A majority of the Drug Kitchens out that direction, North and South America, I'm going to Assume the Mafia is on your tail."
Jace looked at him and didn't have say a word to confirm it, it confirmed it with the look of suprise on his face. Ryder laughed and looked at Jace.
"How in the world did you get mixed up with old Vincent and the Mafia? You out of your mind kid? Me and Vincent have always been on spar for the illegal drug trade business. Your a fool for doing whatever you did to get mixed up with them."
Jace frowned.
"I was just outside, looking because I heard a noise. Then I get kidnapped for apperently witnessing them commit a crime. Now I'm stuck here. Ivan and Lucie dosn't know about the Mafia so I'd prefur to keep it that way..."
Ryder waved his hands in front of him, shaking his head.
"Hey man, I keep secrets for a living so my lips are zipped. No worries."
As he said that they pulled into the gates of a gigantic facility, Jace just looked on in awe. It was huge! Using this, he would never fail!