| In which I quote the A-Team intro at the end. |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|02:25 am] |
I have a new idea stuck in my brain.
Victor Miles: Ronin Concierge.
I have the same feeling about concierges that I do about bicycle messengers. This is an unappreciated class of badass-- a person whose job it is to get the job done.
Victor was New York's greatest hotel concierge. Every maître d' in the city owed him a favor. Every concert promoter knew to set aside their best seats for his inevitable phonecall. He could acquire just the right prostitute for any occasion, and nobody ever got VD. He knew which politicians to blackmail, which to bribe and which ones would have you killed. Above all else, his clients always got what they wanted. No exceptions. He was the best at what he did, and he was paid well for it.
However, under mysterious circumstances, he became abruptly blacklisted from Les Clefs d'Or, the professional association of hotel concierges. No hotel would dare hire him, fearing the wrath of thousands of well-connected men.
In the span of a day, this Blackberry-Samurai was stripped of his position, cast out of his plush comped suite and left to fend for himself on the streets. Yet, he was not forgotten. The rich still knew who to contact when something needed to get done right. When discretion was paramount. When money was no object.
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find him, maybe you can hire... Victor Miles: Ronin Concierge. |
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| Comments: |
I wish this was my idea so I could steal it.
Actually this could be a good prime-time drama; it's got the right formula. He walks the earth, trying to clear his name and using his unusual skill to right wrongs, save people and fight crime while he does it. | |
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