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Title: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 11, 2009, 04:37:29 AM

SUMMARY:
 It is the year of 1946 and New York City's crime rates have been the highest in decades. The as the years go by, the city is overrun by the Five Organized crime Families; Bianchi, Lambardi, Marino, Romano, and Moretti. The Five Families each have their own connections in order to remain "untouchable" by the authorities and for this purpose have allied together to form the strong bond held called The Commission. Each one of the families has their own system of heirachy which is in order of the associates, soldiers, captain, consigliere, the underboss, and the don (KING). But there has been talk of which family is ultimately superior and is entitled to run the city. The Commission is beginning to crumble. Vendettas, arsons, murders, drug trafficking and extortion has caused massive friction between the families as they battle eacther in the struggle for control over the entire city. As New York's finest has run clean out of leads and are facing the struggle to take down the familes for good, furs and humans alike work on both sides. Police have sent in spies, wire taps, and are still searching for loop holes around the legal system to finally make an arrest on the Dons of New York City. As the good citizens of New York scramble for fear that the city is no longer safe, most choose to stay and struggle with the pressure of the crime syndicates. It is up to you to help decide what happens in this epic struggle for control over the city.


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Spike glanced up at the rear view mirror of the car as smoke from the cigar seepped out of the small crack at the top of the window. Spike was sure he was being followed as he pulled over to the side of the narrow road between cars, only to have the other car stop maybe three or four cars behind. Spike sat quietly, low in his seat as he reached between the seats to grip the .38 Special laying on the floor. He stuffed it into the right pocket of his over coat as he glanced back at the mirror for any change of the pursuing car. The driver was a shadow, eyes pierecing through the fog of the sewer grates. He suspected the Marino family to stay within their territory but didn't seem to know better by now. "...Scum." Spike muttered to himself. He sat in his car and looked out the passenger window at the bakery owner closing up for the night. Spike opened the door of his car, trying to act inconspicuous to his follower. As he approached the glass door, he knocked after the baker turned away. The baker turned around. "We're closed, come back tomorrow." The baker gestured. Spike knocked again, slower this time. The baker turned around again. Spike tilted up his black pinstripe hat, his eyes buring a liquid gold. The owner gasped and rushed over to unlock the door. "Mr. Gambino...I...I had no id-" Spike hushed him. "Alfred, I need your help." Spike said with a tone of seriousness. "I'm being followed." Alfred peered over Spike's shoulder at the idling car down the lane. He nodded.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 11, 2009, 04:53:01 PM

Kistrev whistled through the night, dockside fog rolling up onto the pier, the sound echoed back and forth amongst the general background noise of the dock. Harsh whistles, the groan of cranes and loaders, and the general hubbub of workers doing they're job. The sound of heavy footsteps on the pier alerted Kistrev to Ditch and Jake arriving on the dockside, Kistrev quickly took one last drag and then threw away the catnip roll-up out into the dark rolling waters of the dock, spray caught the air every so often, coating the pier in a thin film of sea water. He turned to face the other two, Ditch was a large built wolf of dark grey fur. Jake in the contrary was short thin and pale, and most obviously, human. Kistrev embraced Ditch in only the way a younger brother could, even if he was not brother by birth. He nodded to Jake his flat cap shadowing his whiskered face, Jake on the other hand was not like an older brother, but someone who simply acknowledged Kistrev as someone not to stab in the back, hopefully. Kistrev shivered ever so slightly, a cool sea breeze blowing the sea spray in his face, he hugged himself the canvas jacket though tough and waterproof due to the waxy coating was not particularly warm. His three quarter length jeans also lacked something in the warmth area, as sea spray whipped across his fur, droplets forming and sliding off the peak of his flat-cap...

"So! hows little Kistrev feeling about his first day working on the docks?" Kistrev looked back at Ditch and smiled weakly. "well, hopefully, good?" The other two laughed and turned back to the pier "right! you're going to be working with us on pier fourteen for tonight, we're unloading a small barge. Should be easy enough for a beginner!" The two led the way towards a smaller pier, one black with the tar used to waterproof it, to were a long low coal barge was slowly turning into the break water, the dull thud of its motor heard distinctly through the quiet dock. Another noise alongside the low groan of dock winches and the long blow of a foghorn, its mournfull note echoed across the bay, the grey morose fog curling over the dark sloshing waters...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 11, 2009, 07:06:36 PM

"Be careful Mr. Gambino." Alfred whispered to Spike, leading him out the back door of the bakery. "Thank you, Alfred." Spike said back before turning down the alleyway back into the street behind the pursuing car. Spike walked quickly but was careful not to run or take his time, his black loafers, sloshing through puddles on his way back to his car. He lifted the flap to his right pocket, slipping his hand inside around the weapon. He returned to the street, peering aroudn the corner. The car was still in idle, its driver perfectly still, fixed on the small bakery. The lights shut off in the small business and Alfred walked through the door, the small bell rang overhead as the door swung open and closed. Spike watched as his follower, a lion, stepped out of the car and approached the baker walking away. "You! Stop!" The figure yelled to the human heading home from a day's work. Alfred whipped around. "Where did that man go!? Where is he!?" The lion yelled again, covering space along the sidewalk towards him. The streets were quiet when Alfred replied. "I don't know who you're talking about." Alfred said innocently. Spike's pursuer pulled onto Alfred's shirt below the neck and held out a knife to Alfred's stomach. "Tell me." Alfred gasped, overwhelmed with fear.

There was a brief silence, broken by the sound of a hammer cocking back against the back of the lion's head. Spike stood behind the follower, now frozen. "I'm right here." Spike said before he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun echoed through the street and the flash from the muzzle lit up Alfred's expression as his face was sprayed with blood. The lagre body of the lion dropped to the floor. Alfred stood frozen, covered with his assailant's blood. "You okay?" Spike asked Alfred. Alfred looked up at Spike. "Yes." He replied quietly. "Good. Help me get the body into my car." Spike said, pocketing the gun and grabbing the legs.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 11, 2009, 08:31:56 PM

Kistrev jumped back as the next crate of coal slammed down onto the pier, coal tumbled out over the sides and skidded over the black tar coated jetty and Kistrev scampered after them. It was his job to help get as much of the loose coal as possible and save money, as well as help guide in the crane with the coal crates. He threw them back onto the black pile of sooty coal, glistening in the night reflected from the muffled moon from the thick sea fog that had gained the consistency of pea soup. Kistrev muttered something as he hugged his sides, sea spray glistening on his canvas jacket, keeping his flatcap low against the whipping salty assault. The next crate smashed down onto the pier with a lot more force, one of the wooden bars smashed under the impact, spilling coal out into the dark foaming sea. Kistrev could hear the crane driver swearing. And then the sharp crack of a small automatic pistol and a splash One of the Romano officers had shot the driver and pulled him out the crane, to be replaced by a more competent fur. Everyone looked everywhere else but at this ordeal, better to not have seen, to not have known. But Kistrev's eyes where drawn to this act of violence, like a moth drawn to a flame. He was only brought back when a particularly large sea spray caught him in the face drenching him, his wax coated canvas jacket overcome with salty water, his fur sopping wet. Glistening as he swore and Ditch chuckled, a fog horn sounding across the bay, the siren of mourning...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 12, 2009, 04:33:22 AM

Spike handed Alfred a rag as he drove. "Sorry about the mess." He said as Alfred wiped down his face. "Thank you for saving my life." Alfred replied. Spike tried to force a smile, instead, he kept his eyes on the road, a stern look set upon his face. "...Don't mention it." He stopped outside Alfred's house. "Have a good night, Mr. Gambino." Alfred said as he stepped out. "You too." Spike replied before he took off down the road, the body thumping around in the back of the trunk as the car swerved around corners.

The car pulled up to the gates at the Lombardi Compound in the heart of Brooklyn. A soldier approached Spike's car, a flash light in hand. As Spike was temporarily blinded, the soldier lowered the torch and waved him through. Spike slowly drove behind the main building, and stopped next to one of the garbage trucks. He shut off the engine and stepped out where he was greeted by a fur on break, having a smoke, sitting next to the cellar doors. "Spike...Back so soon?" The was a low growl of a laugh. "Glad to see me, Frankie, you darn fool?" Spike replied chuckling as Frankie stood up, giving him a hug. Frankie was certainly a large fellow, a cutthroat tiger, who seemed to always liked drinking himself happy after a long day's work of chopping up bodies to accommodate the garbage bags. Spike always wondered how he kept his vest and sleeves perfectly clean and white without getting a speck of blood on them. "Listen, Frank, I got a little job for ya." Spike said scratching his nose. Frankie crossed his arms. Without saying a word, Frank was already on his way over to the trunk of Spike's car. He pulled up the hatch, the hinges creaking as it opened. Frankie took one look at the body. "...Good shot." Frank complimented with a laugh before pulling the body out of the trunk and over one of his massive shoulders.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 12, 2009, 09:19:57 AM

"HEYOOO!" *the loud cry of the dockmaster was punctuated by the dock-blower, a large horn that sounded the midnight break. This was then overcome by the large tramp of boots on wooden piers as everyone moved off to the dock huts for a quick smoke, game of cards or to fall asleep for half an hour. Kistrev walked with Ditch and another Wolf shovering slightly, the sea fog was making work cold and slow, sea spray making the piers treacherous underfoot. He stamped his bare paws, attempting to beat some warmth back into them, his flatcap was soaked and it dripped down onto his whiskers. He paid little attention to the conversation between Ditch and the other wolf, though he did catch a few words, all of which where obscure and about delivering something. A package of some kind. Kistrev was too tired and wet to care much, and was glad for the warm, if rather must and dank dockshed. The dark interior was lit dimly with old fashioned storm lanterns, the room hit Kistrev both with warmth, noise and smell as he entered. All the workers where sitting round low tables or crates, setting down to relax for half an hour before the night shift began again. Kistrev settled down in a corner with two of the other younger furs, Denhil and Ostrel. Both where Foxes and Ospreys respectively and they met Kistrev with a tired greeting, Kistrev returned the greeting halfheartedly as he pulled out a catnip roll-up from the waterproof pocket on his jacket. The only place that had seemed to stay dry on him, lighting it with difficulty from a damp box of matches he took a long drag, he yawned widely, his whiskers bristling as he sat down onto a large crate. The sound of chatter, laughter and Denhil and Ostrel talking washed over him. His life it seemed could only get better...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 12, 2009, 05:14:32 PM

 Spike walked around to the front of the main building in the compound. It wasn't a large place, but you could still get lost. He walked in through the doors lined with brass and into the house. He greeted the guards standing outside the office, telling jokes, and making comments on the weather we'd been having lately. "Is Angelo free?" Spike asked. One of the guards stopped laughing to answer his question. "Nah, the boss is seeing someone right now. He should be done any minute now." Spike looked down the hall to see Angelo's wife in the kitchen. She was an old lady, very sweet and caring. She always tried to give Spike the food she'd made for dinner hours earlier and Spike began to wonder why she wasn't asleep yet. "Spike! My boy!" She cried. "Where have you been!?" She rushed over in her bunny slippers to give him a hug and two kisses on the face. "Good evening, Andria." Spike said back smiling. "Spike, whya you getting so tall?" Spike looked down at her and laughed. "It's all the food you keep giving me." He replied. Andria laughed. "Oh Spike, never too slow with the jokes." She said. "Want some cookies? I just made them?" Spike made a face. "Um, no thanks." She scowled. "Fine. How bout you two?" She asked the two guards. They nodded. She smiled and looked back at Spike, pressuring him with her old face. Spike sighed. "Fine." She laughed.

Spike walked in through the doors of Angelo's office, chewing on his large cookie like a child. Angelo looked at him like he was crazy. Spike looked at him as he sat down in the leather chair. "Oh, Andria made cookies." The don sighed. "So it would seem." He laughed. "How are you doing, Spike?" He asked, lighting a cigar. "I'm doin' just fine." Spike said. "So what brings you here at this time of night?" Angelo asked. "I was followed by some punk all the way from Jersey."Spike replied, pulling off his hat, and slicking back his hair. Angelo's expression turned to anger. "WHAT!? What happpened!?" He demanded. "I capped him...Frankie's dealing with him now." Spike replied, trying to calm him down. "Well wha'd he look like?" The don asked. "Dunno, uhh,  he was a lion, big guy, real shady, low toned, carried this." Spike said, throwing a knife down on the large desk. Angelo picked up the weapon and inspected it. "Spike...the man you killed was the Romano's son Jimmy...Do you know what that means?" Spike knew exactly what that meant. They'd be all over this. It could turn into a war if they wern't careful. "The last thing I need is a vendetta against me for the murder of a don's son, especially the Romanos." Angelo said again. "What the monkey was he doing following you anyway!?" Angelo broke the cigar in half, tobacco rained down on the desk. "Go home, Spike. I'll deal with this." Angelo said. "Okay, good night, Angelo." Spikes said, standing up.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 12, 2009, 08:40:58 PM

"OK! you Romano fleabags! up and at em! we've still got six hours till dawn, and these loads arent gonna shift themsels you know!" The dockmaster was bending his fury across the workers backs, like a well experienced metal smith. He also seemed to be looking exceptionally at the three younger furs, including Kistrev. The dockmaster was an otter, an otter with a mean reputation on this stretch of the piers. He loomed over the younger furs like a wolf over a small rabbit... "AND WHAT DO YOU SORRY EXCUSES FOR WORKERS THINK YA' L DOIN?!" the three jumped up immediatly, Kistrev hastily stamping a catnip-smoke underfoot as they rushed back out into the whipping salty assault of sea spray under the stern, if twitching eye of the dockmaster.

"You know the Don's son dont ya? yer, the lion, big guy.... Romano through and through... yeah, well i gotta say hes more of a little pussycat!"
The group walking ahead of Kistrev and his mates where a mix of humans and furs, the one on the right hand side seemed to be sharing a joke with the others... suddenly and officer of the Romano took three paces towards the group from where he'd been interogating others and with the fleshy thunk the fur who had made the joke was on the pier on all fours gasping in pain at his broken arm, the officer standing over him, crowbar in hand...
"i think both i, and all youre comrades will swear they saw you slip on the wet pier and break your arm, i also think you will take the next week off, expect a pay cut... and to never make jokes about the Romano don again..." the officer spat on the diminshed worker before stepping back into the shadows...

Kistrev looked over at Ostrel, "i suppose thats what you get if you mess with the romano's eh?" he chuckled pulling his flatcap down over his eyes against the sea spray... leaving the joker to crawlk to his feet and explain to his fiance that he had slipped over on the pier, and that they may not be able to get quite enough to pay for the marriage... a small world in the heart of new york...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 13, 2009, 03:44:08 AM

The drive home wasn't slow. Spike couldn't wait to put his feet up. His teeth clenched the cigar as his hands gripped the wheel. There was very little traffic in the city this time of night as people knew it was dangerous and knew better than to be wandering the streets. Who knew what goons or thugs would be lurking in the shadows. A certain type of goon or thug that would put a bullet between your eyes for looking at him differently or showing the slightest bit of fear and they wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over it either. A sinister grin crossed Spike's face.

Spike slowed to a stop outside the twelve story apartment at 1224 86th Street and cut the engine to the Ford. He sighed and opened the glove box, pulling out a gold ring and sliding it down his finger of his right hand before he stepped out of the car. He walked in through the revolving doors and past the desk to the elevators. The door slid open, he stepped in before pressing the number 7. The doors closed, and the familiar music began to play as white noise in the back of Spike's head. He fell into a trance, his gold eyes staring blankly in the blurry reflection about himself cast on the brass door as he revised the events of the day in his memory. The door slid open to reviele a long longway complete with red carpet. He walked to the the apartment of the Gambino residence and inserted the key in the door. The door opened and the smell of home welcomed him. The apartment was dark and he knew better to wake the wife and kids. Instead, he quietly manouvered his way around furniture and into the master bathroom. He took a quick shower before getting dressed for bed, sliding in beside Mrs. Gambino, giving her a kiss before drifting off to sleep.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Scautty on August 13, 2009, 04:48:01 AM

I wobbled my throbbing head... Big hit last night.

An intensifying heat rested in my neck, slowly feeling a crisp under my sweat. No matter the burn, I remained Stalvos E. Vismund. Under such an identity, I stood across the motherload - Cygnus Tyler. He was known for his legal thievery. My scam? Learn from the master, of course. It was a matter of beating around the bush. Nothing could be spoiled.

"I believe your proposal is as important to get me out of work?" He stood, crossly under his black umbrella. He couldn't seem less defenseless. "Ha, quite important." I pulled out a cigar, pointing it to him. He shyed away, allowing my lightin of it and taking in the smoke myself. "I've got a good deal under this belt, good sir." I continued puffing. "Well hurry it up, it's boiling!" His mouth was running off edge, into a good breaking point of mine.

"The Unison's got their leader under wraps, I hear. Completely idiotic. No power under the comrades. I'm here to tell you this..." I ejected the cigar from my mouth, "... because the duty you're under can kill this jerk and see this group fall from the top down."
"How do you say it will work this way?"
"If you haven't realized, anyone and everyone will have a good view of their leaders' insides from the rear. Merely because of what they can pay." He scoffed, "... So with a team you've got, taking care of this guy will be a breeze. Once done, the peons won't have pay. And without pay..."
"... Chaos." He looked away, pondering. "Bingo. So. You up to it?" I returned the cigar to my mouth. "Slight risk don't you think? They've got a tight family, but I'd say they could make a good strike back in hand. Who is their leader?" I smiled. "His name is Selba Oliander." I looked at him.
"Hm..." He continued thinking. "He's been a thorn in their side since the beginning. He's got a record, but..."
"A record? ... No no no. I don't want police on me." He closed his umbrella.
"Afraid of the Po-Cops, eh? Fine with me. You've got a reputation to uphold, I assume?" "Quite the reputation! One that doesn't need to be dirtied by such a snivelling group that can't handle such a problem!" Haha. The act is over.

"Well it's about time we wrapped things up then. I reccomend you don't see what may happen next..."

I stabbed the cigar into his eye. His bloodcurdling scream hinged him back, grasping his face. In this time, I jumped into my car and managed a break for home. A shot was fired, going through the back tire, but still treaded on to my broken down apartment.
~~~
Cygnus Tyler was found dead earlier today. Beaten to death, the coot.

The Unison actually had a strong pact under their leader, so my plan was to use such power to kill off a man that had taken the innocent's money. Under my disguised name, my meeting with him was to persuade him to kill the leader of The Unison - but the name I gave was not the leader. After secretly recording the conversation beyond telling the name of this "leader," I provided this recording to The Unison. To their ears, they believed he insulted them on a continuous failed hit - on Selba Oliander. That was bait enough to kill him, a man insulting the group already under such fire. As for the role I played... Undetected suspect of the killing.

I reached for my whiskey flask, downing it as I overheard the news talk about Tyler's oh so tragic death. Can't wait to see his banking activity fall onto the praisers ears.

This was my job - Undercover for no one, but the community. I will not be known, just to find ways to rid those stealing fingers through trickery and tactic. I am Escaut Gerseman, mercenary hitman.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 13, 2009, 09:23:34 AM

Ditch greeted Kistrev with a warm embracing hug, as his younger half brother almost literally collapsed into his arms... "i suppose tonight was a long night for you little brother!" He laughed loudly and Kistrev gave a weak smile, they walked off towards the dockside apartments.... Ditch lived on the sixth floor, but since Kistrev had come of age he'd been given his own apartment, on the 5th floor... he fumbled with the keys, sleep beckoning, turning his arms to sacks  of mud, the keys tiny slithering eels, he pushed the door open roughly. Stepping into the small apartment, a smell of catnip, slivovica and burnt haddock met him with a warm sweet embrace. Throwing himself onto the couch which also served as his bed he snored almost as soon as his head hit the pillow...

Morning light, pallid, and filtered through his crappy venetian blinds slowly crawled across the room.. objects came into focus, a small stove and sink, old TV that used to be Ditches and a couch upon which a feline lay sprawled. He was still wearing his heavy wax coated, canvas jacket and flatcap as well as his damp three quarter lengths, as the sunlight made its way up towards his face he groaned, rolling over and holding up a hand as if to defend himself from the poking, stabbing light... He slid off the couch and made his way to the shower, cold water, cold... VERY cold... it was like a slap to the face, and Kistrev shook his head as he dried himself, pulling on his work clothes again... and with a jangle of fumbled keys he stepped out into the cold musty stairwell, the cracked concrete a map of some nonexistent, all sprawling streets and alleys.... it was his day off, some time to go to town and pick up some stuff from the market before it all got sold, and then most likely sleep...

The front door to the flat was old, and wouldn't have presented a problem even to Kistrev to pop the lock, however no one did... because this was Romano residence, and popping the lock could mean someone popping your head.... Kistrev didnt realise the significance of being a part of the Romano, the only significance he knew was that of his older half-brother Ditch, and the fact that he still had to walk several blocks the morning downtown market. Groaning he set into a walk, as the slow, lazy sunlight woke the city ....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 13, 2009, 04:31:37 PM

"Spike, I need you to pick up a gallon of milk and some cannoli for tonight." Spike lowered the newspaper from his face and removed his reading glasses as he sat at the breakfast table. His two children sat staring between them, their mouths stuffed with toast. "Why do you need a gallon of milk?" Spike's wife, Eve, turned around from the stove. "Just buy a gallon." She said. Spike raised the newspaper back to his face. "...I'll buy half a gallon." Eve's red and white tail flicked twice without her turning around to give him the death stare. "...I'll buy a gallon." Spike said. Daniel, Spike's youngest son, giggled as he sat in his high chair. Spike smiled and went back to reading old news about the Commission in the paper, the Yankees, and the weather. Spike took a final sip from his coffee and looked at his watch. "Oh, I gotta go. Have a good day at school, kids." He said as he stood up, giving Eve a peck on the cheeck before leaving. "Bye bye, daddy."  Jake, his older son, waved.

Spike walked out the doors of his apartment and over to his car. The streets were alive with people trying to get to work, vedors trying to make a living, even those trying to influence the word of God. He got into the Ford and started the engine. He pulled into the street and began his way over to the market to buy the groceries for the wife. He sighed as he waited in the stop and go traffic.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 13, 2009, 06:52:56 PM

Kistrev walked down the street, the sound of slow moving traffic filling the air, along with said slow moving traffic's fumes... the morning light was still pallid and weak as it dragged itself over the sky scraper. Kistrev walked past a street vendor, brushing away his show of fruits, and also palming the poor sod's wallet... he turned the corner onto one of the larger main roads, this was maple street, leading straight to the downtown market it was a-bustle with with drivers, pedestrians and Kistrev... He jumped out in front of a ford and walked across the road, the traffic so slow it was no more dangerous to do this than cross on the zebra crossing. He walked over to the other side in the direction of the market... it was a vast sea of stalls, all topped with a coloured top to stop the rain, so the whole outdoor market was a sea of blue and white, and red and white stripes, as well as every other colour imaginable....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 14, 2009, 03:51:55 AM

Spike slammed on the brakes as a cat jumped out in front of his car. "Whoa! Jeez! What are ya? Nuts!?" He yelled out the window. He shook his head and returned to the traffic. After tapping away at the steering wheel with his thumbs, he decided to pull over and park to explore the rest of the market on foot. He shut off the engine and stepped out, re-adjusting his hat as he looked both way before crossing. As he walked past countless stands of fruits and vegetables he walked past a puppet show being displayed. Then to his surprise he spotted someone from the corner of his eye. "...Romano..." Spike said, clenching his teeth. The don sat amongst the adults, watching the puppets fight and argue eachother. Spike stood in the crowd next to the stand. "No guards." Spike said to himself. This was his chance to finally take out one of the most wanted on the Lombardi list. Spike stopped to think as he watched the don laughed with the children. There would be countless witnesses and then he wondered if he'd found out that Spike had killed his son. He seemed oblivious to the fact, still, having his son follow him meant there was something Spike should be worried about.

Spike rushed past, the lion escaping from view as he walked further in the opposite direction. What would Angelo do? He asked himself over and over in his head. Not focusing on where he was going, be bumped into the same cat that jumped in front of his Ford. "...You..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 14, 2009, 08:26:12 AM

Kistrv ambled along through the stalls, he had already picked up what little shopping he required and had stopped trying to light up some nip... the rollup caught and burnt a dark green flame before settling down, he turned to walk back down the line of stalls and bumped straight into a fox wearing a dark suit.... normally he would have simply attempted to palm the losers wallet but he had already recognised him and exclaimed...

"You"

... "me?" Kistrev had taken a step back from the stranger and was already working out the posibilities, over that stall and under..... there! hed seen his chance for escape but he did not take it yet, hed hear out the stranger, he may not even know Kistrev for who he was.... you got some wierd folk in New york city...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 18, 2009, 04:58:24 AM

Spike pointed out his finger and opened his mouth about to give the biggest lecture on road saftey when he paused and noticed the young man's clothes. They reeked of salt water and coal. His pants were covered in sooty coal and his coat was covered in white patches of salt left behind from the water. Spike knew where this one had been. He looked back to the Romano don sitting around the puppet show. Spike turned to face the dock hand, a nerve twitching above his eye. His hand instinctively reached for the pistol inside his jacket when he froze. "...What am I doing?" He thought to himself. "Maybe this one could help me out." Spike looked him over assuming the boy wasn't very bright or well payed if payed at all. He pulled his hand back from out his jacket and fixed his collar, a smug grin crossed Spike's face. "How'd you like a job, son?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 18, 2009, 09:31:02 AM

Kistrev squinted over at the stranger "yeah, sure... who doesnt want a job these days?" of course he did have a job, but pay was low, and looking up for another job was what any self respecting worker did these days.... he pushed his cap up out of his eyes and looked up at the stranger... he tensed slightly as he reached in his jacket, but it was merely to fix his collar, no harm in being carefull, he took another drag on the catnip and feeling self conscious he attmepted to brush off some of the coal from his jacket and tied a neckerchief round his neck.. "what kind of job where you thinking of?" the croud of people swarmed round them like a river round a large stone, parting and flowing around the pair...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 18, 2009, 04:11:37 PM

The grin on Spike's face grew larger. "It's a job that requires you to do the exact same thing you're doing now in the same place and the same time...with a little extra. From what I can see, we'll both benefit from this. Mr. Lombardi is willing to pay you $500 a week to keep an open ear on any of Mr. Romano's operations. You will report back to me with anything you find out about what the Romano's are planning to do with the Commission. If I don't hear back from you, you'll be sleeping with the fishes...understand?" Spike tilted his hat over his eyes and crossed his arms. He stared at the Cat wondering if he was still up for the job.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 18, 2009, 04:20:45 PM

oho!... i see ya mate.... woah!... ya see, from where i stand i see this as a win, win job.... though wouldnt that technically make me a spy?.... hmmm, well i see it like this... i do what you ask, and i do good right? and you pay me, right? aannnd, as long as i dont go galabanting off telling everyone how a met a guy, who wanted me to spy on some other guys... i dont die..... *he took another drag on the roll-up before dropping and crushing it underfoot*... i suppose that makes you my employer? nah... my contact... yeah.... right then mister contact, i suppose weve got ourselves a deal!

well... where would i meet you, aaand... how do i know youre not just going to shoot me when im done eh?

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 18, 2009, 05:26:53 PM

"You'll meet me at the Lombardi compound in Brooklyn every Saturday at Noon. How you get there is your problem. You give us information, we give you money. What's your name?" Spike reached into his pocket about to pull out his notepad. "So you know, you take the money and run, lie to us, or even think about blowing your cover and exposing us, we won't make your death pleasant...and you don't know if we'll shoot you...even I don't know that."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 18, 2009, 06:43:50 PM

*Kistrev was starting to resent taking this job, however 500 bucks each week.. sheesh he could do with that kinda money... but what to tell him, there seemed no reason to lie about his name, he was both an illegal immigrant and this guy knew his face so he could be shot with name or without...*

the names Kistrev... is foriegn.... and dont worry i'l get there.... *he pulled out a pen and scribbled down a few things on a reciet from one of the stalls...* you want information, i got it... though as you will have most likely guessed im not exactly very far up the food chain... but you'l get what i can.... this commission personally is bad buisiness... ties like that can never hold when everyone hates everyone.... hmmm, lombardi compound? directions? or is that up to me too?

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 18, 2009, 09:44:50 PM

Spike scribbled notes down on his note pad. "The Lombardi compound isn't hard to find. In the center of Brooklyn, a large house, real big place. To get in, give them this." Spike dug around in his pocket and gave him a small sheet of paper with his name and businesss. He went back to writing down notes. He dotted the pad with his pen and stuck them both back in his wallet. He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. "Here's $250 up front." He handed Kristev the wad of cash. "You now officially work for Mr. Lombardi. Go buy yourself somethin' nice."  Spike lightly slapped Kristev on the cheek before walking away back into the crowd.

As Spike walked he didn't turn around to see what Kristev was doing, he didn't care. He hoped this Kristev guy was reliable. Angelo had been pressuring Spike to try and get a job for the Romanos. But Spike had Kristev and the sinister grin crossed Spike's face yet again. "Time to find some cannoli."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 19, 2009, 11:16:36 AM

*Kistrev watched spike leave, rifling the wad of notes there was indeed $250 in advance as he had promised.... shoving the money deep into his pocket he carried on back to his aprtment, thinking of just what he could do with said money.... a vehicle, he had always wanted to be able to drive, and since he had come 18 and got a license, he may actually be able to do it... $250? he knew someone, Frank could get it, if Frank couldnt get somthing for you no-one could... he was the Romano grease monkey, everyone who had a need for rubber to burn could turn to old frank... and there was somthing hed been asking frank to keep for him.... a grin played across Kistrev's face as he thought of his dream finally coming true, he walked into his old apartment and flung himself onto the couch. First sleep, then he would see about Frank, and this evening when it was his shift he could get the information needed....*

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 20, 2009, 11:25:57 PM

Wendsday, July 7, 1946  2:13am

"You sure you can trust this Kristev guy, Spike?" Frankie asked from across the poker table. Spike sat in the basement of the compound with three other associates. Spike didn't look up from his cards. "Nope." Callum sat next to Spike, across from Frankie. Callum was an German Shepard, and ironically was the Lombardi's inside man for the FBI. He sat with a cigar locked between his jaws as he looked over at Paul, the white wolf, who was still trying to decide whether or not to fold or raise $500 to call Spike's bluff. As wads of green cash littered the table, not one of the furs sitting at the table made a movement under the dim light that illuminated the crowded cold room. Frankie leaned back in his seat, grabbing a salami roll off one of the shelves in the cold room before bitting into it. Callum bristled his fur before he spoke. "Why do we insist on playing poker in the coldest part of this damn place?" Spike shrugged. "I like the cold, besides, you got fur for a reason." Callum smirked. "Yeah, right. Anyway who is this Kristev guy anyway?" Callum asked, taking a shot of whiskey. Spike played with the cards in his hand, looking up at Paul, now getting impatient. "He's a dockhand, no one special...which is exactly what we need to keep a low profile. Hurry up and decide Paul." Paul threw in his money and looked up at Spike. "Satisfied?" Paul asked. Spike nodded. "Yeah, full house." Spike threw down his cards. Paul frowned and Frankie and Callum began to laugh. "Listen Spike, I got some tabs on the Romano crews. I'll check him out for ya." Callum offered. "Yeah okay. Maybe you could meet him. Come with me tomorrow. We'll pay a visit to the docks."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 21, 2009, 09:45:34 AM

Wednesday, July 7, 1946  8:56am

"you sure you got the other $250 coming Kistrev? You know i cant trust you with this...." Kistrev looked up at Frank, he was a Racoon, his fur covered in grease and oil, to match his gargage "Look frank, it doesnt matter IF i got the $250, what im paying you is easily almost double what this car is worth... the extra is for you to check her out, replace any old parts.... really, if you want me to give you extra then fine, but you have to wait for the end of the week. This money is also going twards my bills, its not every day you get income like this you know..." Frank gave the money a wistfull look, before snatching it out of his hand and grumbling his approval. "Here, just cos i like you see? and you never did tell you where you got this money, you said it would at least be another month before you could pay for the car...?" Kistrev looked back with a smirk."THAT Frank, is buisiness, but, seeing as i like you..." he smirked at the irony "i gonna tell you" Frank had leant in to catch every word... "i got the money, cos.... PSYKE!" Frank stumbled back as Kistrev shouted into his ear, laughing like old times... "now ya see Kistrev, thats why i like to deal with you young uns, you fairly make my day you scoundral!"...

Wednesday, July 7, 1946  9:30am

Kistrev pulled back the dusty cover over the car sat in the back of the garage, this was what Frank had been keeping for him.... the Skoda 100 didnt gleam, it didnt exude power and riches what it most definatly did whas release a cloud of rust as the cloth was pulled back and creak on its springs... it was however, in reasonbly good condition, and Kistrev wasnt buying for speed. He was buying for memories, the Skoda 100 was an old Slavic Saloon car, and ever since a child he had wanted to be behind the wheel of one....  "so, when will you have it ready to drive Frank?" Frank looked up from a pile of tools and parts "well Kistrev, i said i would keep this baby for you, but it aint in good shape.... but" and here he looked down at the wad of cash he had been given "for such a well paying customer, i can have it ready by tomorrow"....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on August 22, 2009, 04:27:38 AM

Wednesday, July 7, 1946  9:32pm

"You see him yet?" Paul asked from the backseat of Spike's Ford, a Thompson machine gun gripped in his paws, resting on his lap. "No." Spike replied, balancing a cigarette in his lips as he spoke. "Guy's I'm tired, can we just go home?" Frankie asked, playing with shotgun shells between his claws next to Paul. Callum sighed, resting his Thomson on his lap as well. "This is risky, Spike. We shouldn't be here." Spike ignored Callum and Frank. The wind blew a fine mist over the car windows as they sat, steaked out, outside the pier. "I just want to be sure about Kristev...you said you wanted to meet him yourself anyway." Spike said, blowing smoke out his nose. "C'mon." Spike said, gripping the shotgun from under his seat before stepping out of the car. As Spike's goons followed, they hid in the shadows behind crates. "Where is that kid!?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on August 22, 2009, 07:03:04 AM

Wednesday, July 7, 1946  9:40pm

Kistrev wandered towards the docks, his shift started at 10:00pm but that didn't matter. He'd decided he was gonna take a gander round the docks n' see what was cooking, walking along the dock front he lowered his cap against the rising spray. It was gonna be a cold night tonight, attempting several times to light up a catnip roll-up he blew the thin dark green smoke out over the dock he walked across the pier. The sea spray whipped across his legs and face, dripping of his waxed jacket and down his cap... He whistled as he walked, an old communist anthem, though very broken and missing several parts, the sound echoed morosely across the docks...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 02, 2009, 01:00:02 AM

Spike peered around the corner of another crate. He quickly snapped back when two dock hands walked past, talking and laughing away. Spike cautiously looked again. Paul and Callum waiting patiently behind Spike quietly as not not even breathe. As Spike waved it was clear, Spike walked over to the next pier when Kristev caught his eye. "There!" Spike pointed. "Ok, Spike looked down over the edge of the pier to the small port meant for smaller boats to dock at. He looked at the ladder and swing the shotgun over his shoulder before he began to climb down. After Paul and Callum followed, Spike looked up at Kristev on the pier towering over. "That's our man." Spike said. "Kristev!" He yelled up trying to be too loud.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 02, 2009, 09:29:28 AM

Kistrev stopped in his tracks looking back along the pier expecting jack or one of the other dock hands to come running along to catch up. However there was nothing on the pier other than the constant slap of sea spray, looking down he saw spike, the rest of the group concealed by the edge of the tarred wooden planks. "yeah, im here" he dropped the roll up before clambering down over the edge of the pier, and dropped the last part of the drop beside spike. It was then that he noticed the rest of the group, "and i didnt expect such a party niether..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 02, 2009, 08:40:46 PM

Spike looked back. "Oh don't worry about them, they're just a few friends of mine who wanted to meet you. This is Paul and Callum" Paul and Callum stepped forward, leaning their guns against their shoulders, extending their paws for a shake. Spike lit up a cigarette only to have trouble keeping it lit from all the mist from the water. Growling in frustration he flicked the damp cigarette away into the waves and looked back at Kristev. "So how's business?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 03, 2009, 04:15:57 PM

*he shook paws with the others, seemingly unimpressed by the host of weaponry* buisiness is buisiness mine comrade, seeing as you be paying so handsomly... i get you the dirt you need... and if you aint pleased, you go keep the other £250, in fact. You dont like what i have? i give you back the first 250 as well... but you WILL get somthing, other than that... another day in the life of a dock-hand... i hope all goes well for you too. My shift starts in round a 'quart of an hour, i will see what Kistrev can get for you eh'? The docks is where you can hear everything.... *a large spary of sea mist and salt water splashed across the pier near to the group, catching Kistrev across the back where it rolled down in lazy rivulets of shining water* and it looks like a bit of a storm be picking up here, if i where you i would get off the piers, its hell when this spray picks up...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 04:28:05 PM

Spike was sprayed with another freezing mist of seawater. He took off his soaked hat and twisted the water out of it. "You aren't kidding when you say that, sonny." Spike said. He placed his hat back on his head. "What's your plan for getting over to the compound on Saturday?" Paul asked, holding his hat down on his head, fearing it would be blow off by the strong winds.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 04, 2009, 04:32:26 PM

waterproof is the way to go *he motioned to his waxed jacket that was shedding the water like tears rolling down a cheek* and as for getting to the compound, by saturday i should have transport.. i mean... unless you want me to come to you by quieter means... i know the way by road...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 04:40:05 PM

Spike was now getting frustrated by the water and wind. "That doesn't matter. Just get yer assover to the compound on Saturday. I'll be waiting in my office on the second floor of the main building. But if anyone's trying to make your job difficult just give me a call and I'll take care of it." Spike reached into his overcoat pocket and pulled out a small damp and sagging bussiness card before handing it over to Kristev. "Paul will be over in no time to give him a good tuning." Paul's face turned to a sinister grin. Spike checked his watch. "It's almost 10. We'll be seeing you later, son." Spike turned to leave with his goons. Paul and Callum followed Spike off the pier and back to the car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 04, 2009, 04:44:01 PM

*Kistrev peered at the soggy buisiness card before shoving it into his waterproff pocket..* yeah sure, i get there all right... *he looked down at his watch* well yeah, my shift starts soon... guess i better get going too.. *he watched them leave before turning to climb the ladder to the higher pier... he was to be working with unloading a cargo ship, which meant big buisiness and no excuse for being late.. climbing the rusted, once painted black rungs of the ladder the spray pattered off his cap and down his jacket*

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 04:51:48 PM

Spike sat in the car with the rest of the guys, drying off with what they had. "Waddya think of him?" Spike asked. Callum sat next to Spike in the passenger seat. "I dunno yet, boss, he doesn't quite convince me yet." Spike lit up a cigar. "What makes you say that?" Paul stopped what he was doing in the backseat of Spike's car to listen to what Callum had to say, Spike was silent. "...Well I just think that I should do a background to be sure." Callum replied, hoping it would suffice as an appropriate answer. Spike stared at Callum, the cigar grinding between his jaws. "Yeah...That would be a good idea." Spike stopped staring to start the engine and pull away. Callum gave a quiet sigh of relief.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 04, 2009, 05:25:51 PM

"KISTREV YOU MOGGY! get over here! we got the special shipment coming in soon! weve only got a few hours before... others get here to investigate the cargo, and we need to get what we need off before then! *Kistrev broke into a sliding, splashing run he made his way towards one of the dock officers waiting.. he was dwarfed however by the immense steel cargo ship that was slowly making its way in behind him... its massive steel flanks, cascading water from the spray and waves... as he stopped beside the officer who he now recognised as James, and old friend of his, james turned to him* ya know it was a ship like this that you came across on... ya was a lil kitten back then ya was... look at ya now eh? all growned up eh Kitt? *this had always been james' name for Kistrev*

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 07:58:40 PM

Wednesday, July 7, 1946  11:44pm

Spike parked inside the compund. Paul and Callum got out and walked inside. "You coming in later for poker, boss?" Paul shouted back. "Not tonight fellas, I got some business to take care of." Spike replied. Callum and Paul shrugged and walked inside. "Your loss." Callum said. Spike lit up another cigar before he head out to the back behind the compound to the cellar doors. He knocked twice to have Frankie swing them open and look at Spike. "Spike! You came! Come in, come in, I have something I think you'll like." Spike walked down the cement staircase, through the numerous crates and barrels of wine and weapons. He followed Frank to one of the wooden doors which had a small whimpering sound coming from the inside. Before Frank could open the door, he looked at Spike's clothes. "Boss, where you been? You look awful." SPike looked at Frank, unamused. "I feel awful. Let's get this over with." Frankie opened the door to the small room inside. A human sat tied to a chair in the center of the room, bloody and beaten.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 04, 2009, 08:13:59 PM

the large crate slid down onto the pier with a crash.... Kistrev peered inside seeing the many frightened eyes of immigrants... just the same way he had come.... James pulled him back, "this lot are for the Romano Don.... and if you still value your life Kitt you aint gonna ask me no more about eh?" Kistrev pulled back and turned away ready to help unload the next crate load of "goods"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 09:05:00 PM

"I told you I don't know anything!" The cop in the chair pleaded. "I've only been on the force 8 months! The Marino's don't tell me anything!!! Don't torture me!" Spike took off his jacket, hat, and dress shirt as not to get them dirty. He tossed them aside on a crate in the corner. "Well, to be honest with you, I don't care whethere you know anything or not, I'm gonna torture you anyway...because I hate cops...and I hate the Marino's as much as I hate cops." Spike pulled out a razor blade from his pocket, giving himself a shave below the whiskers. "He flicked on the radio and listened to the tunes. "Let's dance." Spike hopped on the lap of the cop and began to cut off his ear. Bloodcurling screams filled the room. "Hold still!" Spike yelled back. Spike got up and looked at the ear in his hand. He talked into it like a radio. "Hey, can you here me?" Spike laughed, tossing it aside and wiping his hands on the officer's uniform. The cop begged and pleaded. Spike watched at the cop squimed in the chair. "...Don't go anywhere...I'll be right back." Spike chuckled before he left the room. Frankie stood outside the room having a smoke. "Did he crack?" He asked. "No." Spike replied, grabbing a gasoline can from the shelf. "Oh..." Frankie said as Spike walked back in the room, the radio still playing. He began to spray the cop with gas and pour all around the chair, tossing the can aside once it was empty. "DONT BURN ME PLEASE!!!" The officer cried. Spike pulled out his Zippo lighter and flicked it open. "You done?" Spike asked. "I don't know ANYTHING!" The cop yelled again. Spike paused, disappointed. "Didn't think so." He tossed the lighter, the human burst into flames, screaming. Spike watched as he burned. The flames reflecting in his blue eyes.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 04, 2009, 10:25:11 PM

Kistrev watched as the trucks pulled out of the docks.. loaded with crates the three large, fume belching lorries made theyre way round the corner... "well thats it for tonight, you lads can all scat and go back home" james started ushering workers off the docks, he seemed worried... Kistrev walked up to him which only seemed to up his tension another notch... "NO, kitt... you get off these piers now... they aint safe... i mean... its late... and u wanna sleep lad.." Kistrev looked him in the face before shrugging and walking down the pier, just as James lost sight of him he walked behind a large crate a peered over the top... a small group of Romano dock officers where huddled round a large crate on one pier... even as he watched several police vehicles skidded onto the dockside, police jumped from the doors and pulled pistols from jackets

"FREEZE!" the voice of a human officer rang clear throught the night....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 04, 2009, 10:35:41 PM

Spike walked out of the room, wiping the blood off his paws and fur. Frankie pressed out his cigarette ans stood up. "You finished?" Frank asked. "Yeah...I'm done." Spike replied. "Did he talk? Know anything?" Frank asked opening the door to the charred body. Spike paused and turned around to face him. "...No." He replied before continuing on his way. Frank looked down and walked into the room, meat cleaver in hand. Spike walked outside the cellar doors, lighting a cigarette, looking down at his bloody tank top and suspenders. He was a mess, covered in drying blood and salt water. He took his second drag from his cigarette before discarding the cigarette in the puddle beside him.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 08, 2009, 08:33:54 PM

The group of officers split and ran, the stunned shock of each of the Marino policemens face was visible in the stark bright light of the dock lights... the crate's side fell down to reveal a mass of wires and sinister red tubes....

"oh god.... its a bomb"

The explosion wracked the pier as the first set of explosives went off, a second explosion blew out a hole in the hull of the ship, a third lit the cargo hold with flickering fire as debris rained down. The police cars where hurled like toys into the dock, police scattered like little puppets with theyre strings cut loose. Flames rained down on the scene of carnage as the ships fuel ignited, hurling great tongues of flame into the night sky....

Kistrev ducked as the first bomb went off, the shockwave struck with the force of a hammer blow, sending him sprawling into the wall of dock buildings as darkness swept in across his vision, his ears ringing...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 09, 2009, 01:37:29 PM

Jay arrived in New York that morning. After briefly checking out the apartment that the bureau had provided, he made his way to the nearest police precinct. He’d heard there was another FBI agent stationed in this part of the city, a German shepherd by the name of Callum. He shakes his head at the thought, with mob activity often flowing out onto the streets; it was a wonder that this ‘Commission’ hadn’t been torn down by now with the FBI already on the scene. Then again, that was why he was sent to New York: to finally put an end to the infamous Commission.

Arriving at the station he arranged a formal meeting with Callum through one of the police secretaries, scheduled for the next day, before checking out his new office. Jay mostly worked from home, or at least, whatever the FBI designated as his home on each assignment; but it was always good to have a place from which he could quickly organise the local police. Unfortunately, it was hard to get anything done with the police scurrying all over the place – there had been an explosion on the docks, killing several officers. It’s even harder when the veteran cops (who have been incompetent with making any leads on the Commission) didn’t take him seriously because of his young age and even younger-looking face.

So the first thing he did was grab whatever files the precinct had on the head mobsters (Bosses, under-bosses… etc.) and take them back to his apartment. There, he spread them on the floor, reading through each file, making occasional notes and familiarising himself with the entire New York mafia scene. In the course of his initial investigation, he came across a particularly interesting file; an under-boss of the Lombardi family – Spike Gambino.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 09, 2009, 08:49:17 PM

Thursday, July 8, 1946  9:23am

The bags hung from under Spike's eyes as he sat at the usual table in Nancy's cafe. The coffee was good, so were the flapjacks and bacon. He was dressed for work in his usual pinstripe uniform, sipping the black coffee from the porceline mug. He had the Times spread out across the table like the rug in his bedroom at home, scanning the headlines. "Explosion on the Jersey Piers." Spike lifted the paper off the table to take a better look at the article. "17 dead, another 10 injured as a bomb went off on the pier earlier last night." Spike immediately took out his notebook and began taking notes of the event. He threw down some change on the table before he gathered his things, placing his hat on his head, he rushed out the door and across the street to the phone booth. He slipped in a quarter and quickly dialed a number he knew by heart. The phone rang and rang. "Callum, it's Spike. We need to have a meeting. The compound, 20 minutes."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 09, 2009, 08:58:28 PM

Kistrev staggered to his feet, he was behind a set of crates by the pier. Several crates where scattered and broken, but most had remained due to the large amount of coal stored in them. That was most likely had saved him, but saved him from what? Stepping slowly out from behind the crates a scene of destruction was swathed across pier fourteen, it was the pier least often used at the very end of the harbour.... the large steel ship was listed badly on one side, sea water sloshing around its balckened remains.....

"HEY! STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"

A voice startled Kistrev as he saw the police, three of them... most likely in league with morani.. he ducked and ran...

"GET IM! HES PROBABLY ROMANO!"

An officer lunged for him, missing him by scant inches the canines claws left deep grooves along his leg... a bullet zinged of the wall beside him but it was a halfhearted shot... he was already to far away.... he had to get to the compund... tell spike.... what he had seen in that crate with the immigrants... somthing that was worth blowing a pier up for... somthing far worse than the whole commision so far....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 09, 2009, 10:13:04 PM

Spike burst through the door in his office at the compound. Callum was already waiting there in his police uniform having left a meeting in the bureau to meet with Spike. Spike sat at his desk, casually placing his hands together in front of himself on the mahogany.

"So, agent Denton...How's work going for you?" Callum's face was riddled with confusion.

"Boss...What are you talking about? You had me leave my precinct to make casual conversation?" Spike picked up an ashtray and flung it at the wall having it shatter into millions of glass shards.

"You know god damn well why I called you here!" Spike yelled. "What the hell is this? A bomb at the Romano piers and you didn't say ANYTHING to me about it!?"

Callum sat quietly while his tail slowly tucked between his legs and a bead of sweat broke the skin. "I didn't know anything about it until last night, boss." Callum replied. "I was called in on the scene but things were getting hot over there I didn't want to start anything. In fact, the meeting I was just in was about just this and-" Spike cut him off.

"Well who was it, Sergeant!? Marinos!? Bianchis!? It sure wasn't us!!!" Spike yelled, breaking another ornament on his desk.

"No one's pointing fingers at us yet, boss. Don't worry about it. I'll figure this whole thing out and we'll deal with it." Callum said.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 10, 2009, 12:46:36 AM

Thursday, July 8, 1946  10:48am

Jay inspected the docks, noticing the scorch marks where the bomb first went off and where the resulting fires had burned until the ocean spray, or the fire crews, put them out. He looked around for some sign of what had transpired. He found a little blood stain on the wall of one of the warehouses, already severely faded from the sea spray. But there were no signs of fire near the stain and no bodies had been reported form here. He chewed on his pen, looking pensive.

He spoke his thoughts aloud, that always helped him think. "It looks like someone was trying to get away from the bomb... did he know it was there? No... he woulodn't have been anywhere near the docks if he was the bomber." He blinked for a moment, looking from the blood stain to the main scorch mark and back. "Hmmm... he was trying to get away... panicked? Maybe the bomb container opened before the explosion, then this guy," staring intently at the red marks, "would have been at just the right angle to be forewarned."

He began his walk from the docks when he froze, he whispers almost frantically to himself, "Some of the cops mentioned seeing a cat that looked like a dockworker here earlier this morning..." Pulling his fedora down to stave off the stinging spray, he sets of again, stating with a wry smile, "I have a witness to find."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 10, 2009, 01:12:37 AM

Callum left the compound and checked his watch. He groaned. "I should be there right now." He said, irritated. He lit a cigarette and pressed down on the gas. He was already late. He drove through Midtown, a shortcut to the docks. The streets were busy with people going about their daily business. He knew it would be a while before he reached the scene. He finally arrived on the scene of the explosion. He flicked his cigarette away before closing the door to his car. He flashed his badge to the officers standing guard before walking past them, his brown shoes splashing through puddles and walking past debris from the dock. He looked over at the rabbit with a fedora taking note of the scene. "You must be Agent Kaelin. I'm Agent Denton, FBI." Callum approached him to shake hands. "I heard you're the new guy in the bureau, welcome to New York."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 10, 2009, 03:03:07 AM

Jay greeted the German shephard absent-mindedly. Tucking his notebook away in his coat, he looked up at the other agent, "New to New York, I've been in Chicago on assignment for the last 3 years" he corrects, frustrated that yet another agent had taken him for a rookie because of his young age.

He didn't like the look of this agent, he'd seen his type back in Chicago. "Tell me Agent Denton, may I call you Callum?" revealing that he had done his homework on his fellow agent, "Why are you doing a background check on a guy named..." he paused and checked his notebook, "...Kistrev?"

A suden realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, though his shock registered on his face for only a fleeting instant before he regained his composure. He had also looked up the file of this Kistrev, to see if Callum had had a lead. He remembered, from his time surveying the file, that Kistrev was a cat and a dock worker - 'Maybe,' he thought, 'Kistrev was the cat the officers spotted on the scene earlier this morning.' he forces himself not to look at the blood stain, 'That must be Kistrev's blood, he's my witness!'
He almost thanks Callum for the unintentional tip.

"And while you're at it, do you know anything about the cop who disappeared recently?" He keeps a friendly face to mask the outright interrogation.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 10, 2009, 03:23:24 AM

Callum laughed, playfully slapping Jay on the back. "Yeah, you can call me, Callum but only if I can call you Jay. No I haven't got any leads for the cop that went missing yet but I'm still looking. As for Kristev, he's a dock hand for the Romano family. He worked this pier. I've been keeping a close eye on that one for a while since he started working here. Just be glad he didn't show up as a statistic in the body count. As I'm sure you know him as much as I do..." Callum paused to lit a cigarette puffing a cloud before he contiued. "He's an immigrant, looking for work in this city like any other. Hoping to live the American Dream, yes? It also leads me to believe that he knows something I don't about this entire operation. He's a dockhand. He doesn't care about loyalty to the Romanos, he just got here, the only thing he values is money. And if I can find him..." He took another drag, "maybe some green for info is all we need." He said, smoke billowing from his mouth as he spoke.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 10, 2009, 05:45:37 AM

Jay smiled sincerely and began walking away, calling over his shoulder "I'd set up a meeting for us later today, but I've got what I need, thank you." He had a lot to think about... Now that he had his witness's name, a file he had already looked through, he did a more thorough background check on Kistrev.

He came up with some interesting facts, primarily the Kistrev had no immigration records and hence, was not in the country legally. He wondered for a second why Callum hadn't mentioned that litte detail in the first Kistrev report or told Jay when they met. He concludes aloud to himself, "He already knew, he's covering for Kistrev." He had suspected that Callum had been crooked, but now he was almost certain; the evidence all pointed to that possibility - he was doing a background check on an unknown dock worker on a Romano controlled dock, without reporting that he's an illegal immigrant.

Jay had seen stuff like this before, the signs pointed to Kistrev being an informant. "But Kistrev would never speak directly to the FBI or he would risk deportation. So... not an FBI informant. Hmmm..." He decided that he needed to find out more about Kistrev's, Callum's and the Romanos' connections.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 10, 2009, 03:27:17 PM

"DO RITI!" *Kistrev was bent over the small sink in his apartment, washing blood from inside his feline ears... the blast had burst blood vessels, though thankfully nothing serious or pemanant... some of his fur was burnt and scorched, prominent against the brown and stripes across the rest of himself... splashing his face he looked into the small mirror, looking back tired and graven, but alive..... he leant against the sink, groaning. Before throwing himself onto his couch, sleep met him instantly*

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 10, 2009, 09:03:30 PM

Callum stuck the cigarette back between his lips as he watched Jay leave. He narrowed his eyes. "Spike'll wanna to know about this guy." The last thing Spike needed was another agent on his tail. Boy, would that set Spike off. Callum turned back around to the damage and back to do his job. He looked at the dent in the ship form the impact of the blast and the scortched pier. He pulled out his notebook and began taking notes on the scene.

-meanwhile-

Spike sat in his office, his head down in his paws, a bottle of scotch and a glass sat in front of him. The room was quiet besides the tick tock from the grandfather clock against the wall in the corner which turned to white noise in Spike's head. He sat next to the phone waiting for any news on the pier explosion. He didn't need the don to be blamed for it but he was worried that even though there was no evidence against Angelo Lombardi, Spike new that there were always rats that like to plant hair and give false testimonies. He sighed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 10, 2009, 09:20:11 PM

Kistrev was leaning against a pay phone, looking down at the sodden calling card given to him by spike... "should he tell him?.. well he was paying was for sure"... Kistrev decided he should say, he wasnt one to turn tail and lie... squinting at the smudged number he rang spikes number, the dialing tone rang a few times on the reciever before it connected...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 10, 2009, 10:02:10 PM

Spike kept his head in his hands as he listened to the phone ring once, twice, and again a third time. He reached over and lifted it off the hook.

"Yeah?" Spike said lifting his head up and wiped his eyes.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 10, 2009, 10:52:36 PM

A head had washed up that morning in a garbage bag, probably fallen off one of the barges. It was that of a lion, the son of the Romano don. Jay had some serious thinking to do, 'A dock worker\informant working on a Romano dock, a dead Romano. Hmmm...' He thought he was beginning to see connections.
It’s hard to get time of death from a waterlogged body, but the murder must have been recent; bodies don’t tend to last long in these waters.

Jay knew that if he could find the lion’s killer, all the pieces of this puzzle would fall into place, it was just too convenient that all this had happened at the same time. First step in his investigation was to try and find out where Jimmy Romano was last seen alive. He grabbed some files of known Romano underlings, and went to meet them. The first few were tight-lipped, refusing to talk to a cop (Jay not being one to resort to violence for information, as some cops were known to). The last one he met with, a diminutive rat, claimed to have seen him (when given a little green incentive); Jay was about to walk away without paying the guy, there was just no concrete evidence - merely a claim to have seen a lion of Jimmy's description. The rat ran up behind him, catching him by the sleeve, “Wait,” the Romano crony said, “…he was in Brooklyn, following a guy.”

Jay turned quickly, suddenly interested to here that Jimmy had been in Lombardi territory, “And who would this ‘guy’ be, that was so important that the Romano don’s son was following him?” The rat looks around shiftily, not wanting to be overheard. After a moment's hesitation, he whispered, “Spike Gambino…”

Jay’s eyes widened at the familiar name, he handed his informant the money quickly and heads of, flipping his collar up and grinning widely, thinking to himself triumphantly, ‘With enough time, and a little incentive, these small-fry always talk.’

Now, all he had to do was find Kistrev... but that should be simple enough, he had a good idea where Kristev would be.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 03:54:51 PM

Kistrev waited as the phone rang once, twice... on the third ring it was picked up by spike, he sounded bad... ignoring this Kistrev spoke quickly..
"yeah, spike... its Kistrev, ive got information... dont wanna talk over the phone... wheredya wanna meet?"
after a brief conversation he slammed the phone down, groaning he set off towards the garage, his skoda should have been repaired by now... it looked like he was gonna need it..

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 11, 2009, 04:01:23 PM

Word was, that if anyone in Romano territory wants anything to do with cars, they go to Frank’s Garage. Jay figured that an illegal immigrant, who suddenly finds himself getting paid by the mob, would go for some wheels first. He waited patiently outside the garage, listening for any chatter on the police radio he had snagged from the station, just in case he was on the wrong track here and there was trouble to attend to elsewhere.

His car shaded in the alleyway facing the garage, he sits and waits – watching Frank service cars and waiting for Kistrev… just waiting…

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 04:14:59 PM

Leaving the pay phone behind Kistrev walked off at a slow pace, his head still gave involuntary spikes of pain. Walking past a small roadside stall his paw was a flash as a fresh bread roll was swiped. Wandering down the street, whistling the slovakian anthem Kistrev ate the still watm bread, its crust thicj and crunchy. Upon reaching Frank's garage he leant on the open doorway and called in... he was met by frank, a large, aged canine who took him inside to pick up his Skoda...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 11, 2009, 04:26:31 PM

Jay quickly took his feet off the dash board and turned off the police radio when he saw a cat dressed like a dock worker go into the garage. He muttered quietly to himself, "That must be Kistrev." He had no file photo to go by, so he committed the feline's face to his memory. He sighed, "And now I wait... again." He watched through the large garage doors, as Kistrev picks up a Skoda 100 - "Of course, a Slovakian car, should have seen that coming." He didn't plan to start up his car until he saw the Skoda drive out of the garage, he didn't want to startle his prey.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 04:29:00 PM

aaaw, jeez.. its a beauty Frank! cant believe you kept this for meh!

Kistrev was leaning out of the window brushing a paw along the new red paint job... frank nodded, rifling through the last of the deposit and waved to Kistrev as he revved the newly installed engine and pulled slowly out onto the road

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 11, 2009, 04:37:29 PM

He followed Kistrev, making sure to keep a reasonable distance in the light traffic to remain unnoticed. When Kistrev stopped at an office building, Jay waited for him to go inside before exiting his car. He waited outside the building, to the left of the door and out of sight of the guards - between the office and Kistrev’s car. Once again, he waited for the cat, though he didn’t expect Kistrev to take long – his theory was that Kistrev was reporting directly to Gambino, as that would complete the circle; a dead Romano who was last seen following Gambino, a mob informant working on a Romano dock, and the Lombardi underboss who liked to get his hands dirty. It all made sense, all he needed was to meet this cat now, so he waited for Kistrev the third time that night.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 11, 2009, 09:20:44 PM

Callum began to walk around the corner, munching on a world famous Fenway Frank. He walked in uniform when he spotted the other agent from the scene peering out of the alleyway next to the compound. "Hey, Jay!" Callum said, smiling and waying with his free paw. "Wha'ch you doin' here?" He asked smiling and taking a bite out of his hotdog.

-Meanwhile-

Spike was pouring himself another drink on the small liquor table in his office. He took his scotch glass and strode over to his desk, standing behind it and staring out the large window, down into the busy streets that filled the air with people yelling and cars honking. He sipped from the glass, waiting for Kristev to walk in at any moment with his information.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 09:24:10 PM

Kistrev ran up the stairs, taking them three at a time... he reached what he could only assume was Spike's office and nocked before opening the door and entering.
"I came early, ive got some information that i dont think can wait..." He looked round the large office, feeling small and diminutive.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 11, 2009, 09:32:53 PM

Spike turned around. "So it seems. Have a seat...please." He gestured to one of the leather chairs positioned in front of his desk. He kept his serious face, he wasn't in the mood to shadow the reality. Spike sat down in his large chair, looking at Kristev still standing at the door. He gestured again to the chair in front of him.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 09:52:08 PM

"errr, yessir.."
he sat down into the leather chair and tried to look everywhere but directly at spike...
"well, im sure somone as informed as you already knew of the bomb that went of down on pier 14...."
he licked his lips nervously, his ear twitched involutarily.. this was the moment, tell him... or dont.....
"weeell.... I was there at the scene... i saw what happened... i also saw, at least some of... what had been on the ship.... i dont suppose they found anything in the wreck?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 11, 2009, 10:09:20 PM

"Other than the drowned bodies of immigrants, no, I haven't heard anything. Did you see who planted the bomb? Anyone shady, had no business in being there?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 10:16:05 PM

"ah ya see, thats the strange thing... the Romano officers, they pulled us all of the pier, we could all see there was tons more crates to bring out... all of em full like ya said of immigrants like me... but they pulled us off saying it werent none of our buisiness.... so me beein the guy i am right... i stayed be'ind, kept an eye on what was goin on... jus' for you righ'? And when them Marino police turned up they was inspectin one of them crates fulla immi's... and as soon as the side was off they scattered, ran like hell they did... the thing was fulla' dummies and ruddy great bomb t'was! well, thats all i saw, i mean most of them Romano officers where killed in the blast, seemed there musta been more bombs set all the way through the containers... half a ship load that was!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 11, 2009, 10:32:55 PM

Spike tapped his finger against his desk, narrowing his eyes at Kristev's explaination. He finally spoke. "I see." He clasped his hands together on his desk. "Do you run into anyone with loose lips? Say anything about big plans for anything on the pier? Mention families, cops?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 11, 2009, 10:45:29 PM

Kitt looked back into Spike's eyes...
"no sir, i only just come of age ya see sir, i mean, i been round the docks before, everyone been round the docks... but only this week i been working there... and other than you i aint seen no one..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 11, 2009, 11:39:38 PM

Spike looked puzzled. "A bomb explodes, killing Romano soldiers, cops show up out of nowhere, we got dead immigrants, dead mobsters no one to take the blame. What do you think?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 12, 2009, 01:09:12 AM

Jay grinned at the other FBI agent, internally frustrated that he was found here - but not at all surprised to see Denton walking towards the compund that he suspected Gambino to be holed up in. "Hey Callum" he greeted him casually, he though of his cover story, which was nothing but the truth, "I'm watching a person of interest right now, a Lombardi underboss - goes by the name Gambino." He smirked, he wanted to see how Callum would react because if Kistrev was in fact, reporting to Gambino, then that was who was paying Denton under the table.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 12, 2009, 07:46:56 AM

"what do i think? well im only a dockworker but personally sir... i think the commission is falling apart... sabotage looks like the name o' the game sir..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 14, 2009, 03:23:40 PM

Callum munched on his hitdog as he replied. "Woah, ok, don't hurt yourself. Good luck to ya." He said before walking away. "But if I was you, I'd do a bit of ground work first, you can't just take out the heads of NYC before working your way up!" He yelled back, loud enough for the guards to hear. The two wolves standing out front in black overcoats looked over at Callum then in the direction he was yelling in. One looked at the other before one walked over to investigate. He walked down the side of the building, his right hand in his pocket reaching for his gun.

-meanwhile-

Spike fell back in his chair. "A lot of that going around now." Spike said, puting his paw to his face. "And don't call me sir, the name's Spike..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cuban cigar and a wad of cash. "Here." He said sliding it over across the desk. "And if you're ever in any trouble..." He reached into his other pocket, pulling out a gun. "Use d'is." He wiped the gun down with a small rag to clear it of prints before he slid the small revolver across the desk, having it stop next to the money and cigar.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 14, 2009, 03:30:50 PM

Jay suppreses his anger for now, casually walking off around the corner. There he stopped, waiting to see if the guard would continue to follow him once he was out of sight. He waited for several tense minutes, and when the guard didn't show up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Checking around the corner, he sees the coast is clear, probabaly the guards going in to report what had just happened. He walks casually over to his car, pulling out of the concealing shade of the alleyway and around the corner, waiting for Kistrev so he could follow him to wherever he was living. He had originally planned to confront him outside the compound, but Callum had seen to it that that course of action was impossible.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 14, 2009, 03:41:58 PM

The guard walked back to the steps. "What was it?" The other wolf asked. "I dunno, could'a been a cop or fed." The other replied. "That was Callum, you know." The guard said. "I know that. So I'm going to tell the boys on the top. Somethin's up." The other nodded with agreement and went back to standing watch. The other guard rushed inside to talk with the one behind the desk.

-minutes later-

There was a knock at the door of Spike's office. "Mr. Gambino?" A beautiful young vixen asked through the large doors. Spike looked up. "Yes?" She stepped inside. "One of the men outside said there was something you should know about." The large wolf guard came in the door behind her. Spike paused for a moment. "Excuse me, Kristev." Spike got up from his desk and walked towards the secretary and guard. He followed them outside and chatted quietly. "Ok, thank you." He walked back to his desk and looked at Kristev. "Were you being followed?" Spike asked calmly.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 14, 2009, 04:11:57 PM

Kistrev had taken the money and pistol, checking the chamber of the latter before sliding it into his jacket.. a young vixen took Spike out of the office and a few seconds later he had come back in....

"followed? as far as i know.. no... but wouldnt someone following me make sure i didnt know... i mean thats the whole point of following?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 14, 2009, 08:48:29 PM

Spike sighed and facepawed. "The whole point of them following you is so they can get to you so they can get to me and I don't know if they're cops or the Romano's or one of the other families but one thing's for sure; it's not good for business. C'mon, you're getting another ride out of here." Spike gestured him out the door. "You'll be driven back to your home in another car with a guard. I'll be close behind with another one of my men. Your car will be taken care of."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 14, 2009, 09:02:52 PM

"yeah, well this whole thing reeks of bad buisiness, or maybe thats just the salt on my jacket?" Kitt went through the door before calling back.. "you'd better take good care of that car spike!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 14, 2009, 09:51:45 PM

"Wha'd do I look like? an idiot!? I'm makin' sure your ass isn't found floating in the East River so show some goddamn respect!" Spike yelled into the hall. He looked at the guard to his right. "You, get the car ready." The guard nodded and hurried down the hall in the opposite direction. "I'm surrounded by fools!" Spike said throwing up his arms. He followed his guard down the hall to the elevators. They both got outside and looked across the street to Kristev's car. "Get it inside and we'll take my car." Spike said. The guard nodded and walked over to Kristev's Skoda. He quickly parked it inside the garage of the building and walked outside to meet with Spike in his Ford. "Ya know, my uncle had a Skoda." Spike said with interest. The guard replied. "Yeah?" Spike pulled out of the space and into the street. "Yeah, he was found stabbed to death in it a week later."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 14, 2009, 11:46:49 PM

Jay sat there all night watching Kistrev's car in the garage, when the cat never showed he couldn't help but feel some measure of resentment for his wasted night. "Alright," he mutters to himself, "then I'll just have to find a way to get you to come to me..." He decides to head down to the docks in the morning after catching a few hours of much needed sleep; he murmured tiredly in thought, "Kid's still gotta have a job there if he's gonna stay useful to Gambino..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 15, 2009, 03:15:28 PM

Kistrev felt stupid for what he had said back at the office, he had only been joking... a problem he had always had was that he was rarely serious.... He had been dropped of at his apartment by a guard and had spent the night asleep dreaming of the pointless things dreams are normally full of... Weak morning light filtered through the blinds and woke Kistrev slowly as he tossed and turned... his shift at the docks started in a few hours... so, he decided it would be best to get down to the piers early...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 15, 2009, 08:29:10 PM

Spike walked into the doors of his apartment where he was greeted by his wife and kids. As his two children clung to his legs, Spike tossed his hat onto the coat rack and dragged his legs into the kitchen to find his wife, giving her a kiss. They sat down for dinner and talked about their day. Later that night, Spike went to bed next to his wife and fell asleep, carefree about the events which had happened during the day.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 15, 2009, 08:37:10 PM

"Christ Kistrev you look worse for wears! and you dont look particullarly great norm do ya?" Kistrev attempted a laugh and a nod of the head as he passed Jake on his way down to the docks, he jumped from the road as a truck full of coal rumbled past.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 15, 2009, 10:33:27 PM

Jay waited for Kistrev to get to the front entrance of the dockyards, leaning his back against the wall, his fedora tipped to shade his eyes. He didn’t have to wait long, soon enough, the cat walked past Jay. As soon as the cat passed him, the rabbit asks clearly, catching Kistrev's attention, “Aren’t the huddled masses good enough for you?” Kistrev turns, letting out a small, “Huh?”

Jay, walked towards the cat, quoting the plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door…” He waits for understanding to sink in, “The good folks at Ellis Island are gonna love hearing about how you think you’re to good for them, don’t you think?

Before the cat could respond. he continued, “If Gambino finds out that I’ve talked to you, you’ll be back in Slovakia before you can say ‘deported’.” He just kept smiling the whole time, as if he hadn’t just threatened to destroy the guy’s livelihood.

He tips his hat to Kristev, “You will be hearing from me again.” With that he leaves, walking briskly through the cold New York morning.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 16, 2009, 03:30:39 PM

"DEBIL!" Kistrev shouted in slovakian after the figure, damn he was screwed.... why hadnt he just said no to gambino? why? because he was a stupid feline is what.... and how the HELL DID THAT GUY KNOW HIM?! he wasnt going back, famine, the death of his family... communism reigned.... he was NOT GOING BACK!...

Kistrev carried on down to the dock, a lead weight heavy in his stomach....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 16, 2009, 10:29:13 PM

Friday, July 10, 1946  8:32am

Spike was munching quietly on his steak and eggs at the kitchen table. His kids, flinging food left and right, as he read the paper paying no attention to their actions, making no attempt to stop their reign of eggs all over the table as Spike's methods of decipline proved somewhat futile in the past. The phone began to ring, he slid his chair back and answered. "Yeah." He said. He listened for a few moments before hanging up. He picked up his coat off the rack, kissed both his kids, and wife goodbye and walked out the door.

Spike walked out into the street and to his car, unlocking the door and getting inside. He started the engine and pulled away. Driving down the roads to the docks.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 16, 2009, 10:38:18 PM

Walking home, Jay observes the oncoming traffic, always interested by how infuriated people can get when they're in vehicles that make them go faster than they could ever walk. He pauses when he sees a car at a stop sign, not too far from the docks, the driver was a fox, the face familiar from the files he had been looking over for the last few days. He memorizes the license plates and keeps on walking, hoping that his small pause to observe the Gambino's car went unnoticed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 17, 2009, 12:49:49 AM

Spike observed the road now busy with traffic in the rush hour morning. He held up his head with his arm as he drove with one hand at a steady 8 mph along the cracked cement road. He noticed a lonely rabbit walking back from the direction in which he was heading. He narrowed his eyes, thinking he looked like someone he knew back in school.  Then he noticed the rabbit pause and stare at him for a second. He dropped his arm and watched as the rabbit continued on his way. He shook his head and took no thought to care about it. He kept on his way to the docks to meet up with Paul and Frank.

He pulled onto a small narrow road. The area shaded by large shipping crates and oil tanks. He reached a small industrial clearing where he was met by two other cars, their drivers chatting away while leaning against the bumper of one of them. Frankie and Paul stopped to watch Spike show up. Spike cut the engine and stepped out. "Hey, Boss." Frankie said in greeting. Spike waved and put his matching pinstripe hat on before he approached the tiger and wolf. "What are we dealing with here?" Spike asked. The two looked at eachother. "We think Agent Denton's working with the Marinos..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 17, 2009, 01:04:05 PM

Jay sits on the floor of his apartment, pieces of both his Colt .45’s arranged neatly on the floor in front of him. He hated using guns, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t good at it; in his line of work one had to be handy with a firearm – or people who were, would take you down. He deplored the use of violence, but he also saw the necessity of owning a weapon in a mob-controlled city. Thus he sat, cleaning the barrels of the two handguns and thinking about his latest case.

It was progressing well; his priority had become to arrest an underboss of the Lombardi family, a guy known for getting his hands dirty. He had himself an connection, though unwilling, who reported directly to that underboss.
He had hit some snags along the way though, most important of which was that he believed his fellow agent, Callum Denton, was being paid off by one (or possibly several) of the families. At that moment, he had no idea how to approach that particular problem.

He reassembled the guns in front of him with well-practised motions, storing one in his apartment and holstering the other as he sets out for his office at the local precinct. He needed to wait a little longer and look for signs that Kistrev had spilled the beans; if he did – Jay had every intention of calling the immigration department on him. If not though, Jay wanted to meet with him again, to see what he knew about Gambino. On his walk down to the precinct he tries to come up with a solution to the Denton problem; he couldn't investigate him formally, that would bring up too many questions... "I just have to wait for him to slip up" the rabbit mutters to himself, frustrated at the small roadblock.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 18, 2009, 09:26:59 PM

"you okay Kistrev?"
One of the Romano officers Kistrev knew was looking carefully at him...
"you really don' look too good there mate.... evr'thin okay?"

Kistrev looked blankly up from the large hose coupling he was attaching up to the oil tanker, really he should be jubious, he was working with the tanker crew... that meant a pay rise.... as soon as the hose was securely attached, all the locking pins secure he looked up at the officer again...

"m' fine,  just tired sir... ya know how it is..."

The officer nodded watching Kistrev pull the second heavy hose over the pier and lock it into place with the oil feed..

"well.... you try n' get some sleep there mate...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 18, 2009, 11:47:10 PM

Friday, July 10, 1946  9:11am

It all made sense, bright as day once all the facts were explained to Spike. Callum planted the bomb at the piers shortly after meeting Krisrev in an attempt to kill Spike's informant but also pin the whole act on the Lombardi crime family, a good reason to start a war with the Romano's as Al Marino could watch his work being done for him. Paul and Frankie watched contently as they looked at Spike wondering what the next step was. "We can't trust the rat." Spike said. "Paul, I want you to take him on a fishing trip with Frank here. Make sure Agent Denton doesn't come back." Paul and Frank looked at eachother and then back at Spike. "You don't want to talk to him or nothing?" Frankie asked, a bit surprised. "I can't speak to someone once I'm overwhelmed with betrayal, Frank." Spike said, holding in his anger. "Take the boat...and bring back a winner." Spike said before turning away and walking back to his car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 19, 2009, 01:57:36 AM

Sunday, July 12, 1946  3:05pm

"Anyone? Has anyone seen Agent Denton around here?" Jay calls around the bustling precinct. Callum had been missing since Saturday morning and hadn't left a clue where he had gone. He suspected it was mob activity, possibly a rival family trying to knock out the Lombardi's FBI support... Jay closes the door to his office, trying to block out the soise from outside, "But how would they have known? Even I only had circumstantial evidence that he was working for the Lombardi's..." Denton had been gone more than a day, which for law enforcment officers in this city, meant he was as good as dead. "Is it possible that Gambino was behind this, that doesn't seem likely unless... Callum was playing more than one team, which is entirely possible..." Jay ponders over this for a long time before making his decision.

--A little later--

He finds Vincent Foster, a ferret and a small-time Moretti package boy - known to do work for people outside of the Moretti family for the right price, "Vinny, I need you to take this note to someone for me." Jay hands the ferret the envelope, "I need you to get this to a dock worker by the name Kistrev, you got that? Your payment's inside." he turns to walk away, pausing to call over his shoulder, "and Vinny, noone hears about this, you got me?" Vinny nodded, scurrying away - he wouldn't tell, he didn't need his bosses to know he was doing outside work.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 19, 2009, 08:27:53 AM

Sunday, July 12, 1946  5:10pm


Kistrev wrenched down on the large release valve, rust fell off from it like small orange snowflakes.... with a grunt of effort the valve turned and the sound of oil flowing through the pipelines gurgling its way to the containment tanker filled Kistrev's ears... After checking there where no leaks he sat down leaning against the tanker, the dull thud of metal as he leaned back was morouse and echoing...

"hey... you'r name Kistrev? yeah, right... ah gotta lett'r fer ya... don ask who, just take it.... my name? you dont need'a know my name..."

A ferret had turned the corner of the tanker and headed straight for him, handing an envolope simply addressed as Kistrev, he didnt bother asking, he was tired and didnt care who it was from.... the ferret started back off the piers into a tall sided alleyway...

Looking at what had been inside it read simply:

Meet tomorrow at the cafe on forty-first street 10:00am, call in sick to get out of work. You know who this is...


Kitt shoved the letter deep into his jacket... great...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 21, 2009, 01:39:47 AM

Monday, July 13, 1946  9:42pm

The rabbit grabs the day's newspaper from a street vendor and heads off to Forty-First Street, no doubt in his mind that Kistrev would come alone. Despite that, his paw runs over the contours of the handgun in his holster beneath his coat, one could never be too careful. Jay takes his usual seat at a booth in the bustling coffee shop, about to open his paper when a thought strikes him; he pats down all of his pockets without success, chuckling softly, he murmured to himself, "Great, I forgot my badge again..."

He opens the paper, glad to note the lull in mob activity recently - the families must be covering themselves after the hit on the Romano don's son. Then his thoughts dwell on his fellow agent, he still hadn't shown up and Jay couldn't help feel a little glad about that. He had had enough evidence that Callum had been paid off by at least one of the mob families and that was enough for Jay, he hated the German shepherd's disregard for his national duty as a federal agent. Reading through the obituaries the rabbit couldn't help but wonder when they would declare Denton officially dead. Knowing the bureau, possibly never. He glanced occasionally over the top of the paper, watching for a certain feline to answer his invitation.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 21, 2009, 02:01:44 AM

Saturday, July 11, 1946  1:05pm (back in time)

"Spike's not joing us this time boys?" Callum asked, stepping on the fishing boat. Paul was at the wheel getting the boat started while Frankie loaded on the crates of supplies. "Nah, you know how he is with the business." Frankie finally replied as he donned his fishing hat. "Said he was sorry he couldn't make it." He added.

The boat pulled off from the dock, black smoke puttering from the engine as Paul carefully steered the vessel. Callum watched as the city slowly disappeared on the horizon as Frankie sat behind him, one of the only cat's Spike knew (besides Krisrev) not afraid of the water. Finally they were surrouned by the calming waves. Paul shut off the boat and turned to face the other two. Callum was already baiting his line while Paul nodded to Frankie. Frankie picked up the pipe and swung it against the side of Callum's head, his body crashing to the floor.

Callum woke up an hour later finding that he was tied to the end of the anchor. He looked up at Frankie and Paul. There was a silence before Callum spoke. "Guys...It's not me." Paul looked at Frankie. "What do you think, Frank." Paul asked. Frank crossed his arms. "I say it's a load of crap."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 21, 2009, 03:34:20 PM

Monday, July 13, 1946  10:00pm

Kistrev slinked down the alleyway, turning out onto Forty-First street he walked quickly and in the shadows... Getting to the cafe he looked around, catching the eye of a rabbit looking over at him from his newspaper... that was him.. walking over he sat down staring at the other...

"no, a ti čo kceš? vieš že ešte musim byt v'prace? ... or maybe that was too slovakian for you? i suppose there IS a reason for you calling me out of work"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 21, 2009, 09:13:01 PM

Monday, July 13, 1946  9:59pm

Spike sat at his usual table in the small coffee shop, reading the paper and politely chewing on his late night snack, a lot on his mind from his informant in the bureau. His hat reasted on the end of the table nearest the isle that the cute waitress ran up and down, hurrying to fill empty cups with black coffee. She stopped next to Spike and asked. "Refill, Sir?" Spike looked up into her eyes from his paper and smiled before he answered. "Yes please." As soon as the waitress finsihed filling the cup she smiled and walked away after Spike politely thanked her, a familiar face caught his attention, walking into the cafe. "Krisrev? What the-?" He sat still and quickly lifted the newspaper in front of his face as to stay hidden from Krisrev's sudden and unwanted attention. He took his eyes off the print to see where the cat was headed. What business did he have so far from the docks? He sat quietly, his paper in front of his face, sipping on his coffee, waiting to find out what he was doing here.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 22, 2009, 01:38:41 AM

Jay smiles a greeting to Kistrev, "There is, but for now you just have to try the apple pie here, best in the city." He turned to the waitress with a charming smile, and ordered two slices of pie. When Jay turned back to Kistrev, he spotted a very familiar fox going to hide behind a newspaper. With a just-barely suppressed grin, the rabbit addressed Kistrev, "Tell me Kistrev," he let the question hang in air for a moment, "do you like baseball?" He tried not to giggle, intentionally asking his question so that the fox at the other booth could hear.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 22, 2009, 03:31:55 PM

Kistrev watched the waitress walk off to get the order and turned to jay. "Baseball? whatsthat gotta do wiv enythin?" He looked him in the eye, his tail flicked back and forth, pushing his flatcap back out of his eyes... "cant say i like it ta' much... neva really played it...." why did you bring me here... i dont feel safe off the docks.....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 22, 2009, 03:42:31 PM

Jay recieves his plate happily, nudging the other slice towards Kistrev, "Too bad, baseball is the American passtime, after all" He remained friendly, maintaining smalltalk with the confused feline. He couldn't discuss anything of a serious nature with Kistrev's impromtu boss sitting in just the other booth. He smiles, as if he and Kistrev were old friends, "Whaddya think? Best apple pie in the city, right?" He started to scribble out a note to Kistrev when he was sure the occupant of the other booth wasn't looking, just in case they were watched for the rest of the meeting.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 22, 2009, 04:00:15 PM

kitt ate a mouthfull, carefully watching the other. "mmhm, s'great.... but then again" He stopped for another mouthfull. "There aint many cafe's round the docks..." Swallowing he ate another mouthfull, watching the other quickly write out a note..... "And ive never been able to have much in the way of passtimes, shame really... i eat, i sleep, i work... tha's what you people... i mean we people do in America right?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 22, 2009, 04:10:32 PM

Jay shrugs, "Yeh, we do; but you gotta have a little time for a little something else, be it a passtime or a hobby, anything to escape the daily grind." He looked a little disappointed at the feline across from him, "You can't tell me those three little actions sum up your existence here, there's gotta be something else - a girl maybe? I don't know, maybe people just don't have time for romance these days." He paused, taking another neat piece of pie, chewing happily. He pockets the note for now, he didn't have long before the meeting became suspicious and he was hoping the fox would leave before then.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 22, 2009, 04:21:34 PM

Kitt finished the last forkfull of pie before looking up into Jay's eyes....
"for me... me... there is nothing, no one... it can drive a guy crazy i tell ya... i wanna stay in a home, off the streets... i gotta.. ya.... ugh..."
Kitt stopped and started, looking sadly at the rabbit
"well, actually i lie there... there is the one thing... running, ya know? like go run for a few hours, get away from everything... wel ya, thats the only thing i can do... i run, i run... from everything, everyone..."
He sighed... thinking back to when he ran along the dockside, sea fog across the water, silent.. the thudding of his heart in his ears... the constant rythm of his paws hitting concrete... nothing compared to when he had been in slovakia.. but it was the one thing he could do to escape... He looked up at the other across the table and hastily wiped away a tear...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 22, 2009, 04:40:06 PM

Jay smiled softly, happy to see that something was accomplished in this meeting, he had gotten Kistrev to open up - now he could be sure he would be honest next time. He slides the note across the table discreetly, asking the waitress for the bill. He payed for both of them, finding a little slip of paper under the bill. He flashed a charming smile at the cute waitress and stood up. "Well it was nice seeing you again Kistrev, hopefully we'll bump into each other real soon." Donning his coat and fedora he makes his way out of the cafe, steadfastly ignoring Gambino as he walks by. Outside, the rabbit unfolds the pice of paper he'd found in the bill - the waitress had given him her phone number. He walks away from the coffee shop, whistling cheerfully to himself.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 22, 2009, 04:46:49 PM

"huh? yeah, see ya round sometime comrade..."
He watched as the waitress smiled at Jay, he had only ever been given a glance by most girls... it probably came with having the demeanour of a dirty dockside cat... Kistrev read the note quickly under the guise of checking the local newspaper... throwing the newspaper back down after reading and understanding he walked out of the cafe, quite the opposite of Jay... He made his way back down to the the docks, feeling lonely and like a sack full of coal....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 22, 2009, 09:05:18 PM

Spike glared at the two as they left, he threw the paper down on the table. He tossed down a few bills and some loose change that was found in the bottom of his pocket without counting and began to leave. He walked out of the coffee shop and looked down the road at Kitt before turning around to the one Kitt had just met. He narrowed his eyes and considered following. He wondered as the rabbit began to disappear. Spike decided against it instead and walked back to his car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 23, 2009, 12:00:09 AM

Jay hastily makes his way around the corner, feeling Gambino's eyes drilling into the back of his head. He felt himself extremely lucky that he hadn't been recognised, he was sure he had caught the fox's eye the other day, just after he'd seen Kistrev for the first time. Giving a sigh of relief at managing to remain anonymous for the moment, he patted his stomach, muttering, "Best in the city..." he really did like pie...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 24, 2009, 04:01:48 PM

Tuesday, July 14th, 1946  7:36am
"i hate my life Jake..."
Jake stopped watching the loading of a coal truck and looked in surprise at Kistrev...

"whatchu mean lil bro? ah got you into this country.. dont be saying it was all fer nuffin now..."
Kistrev looked up at him and shook his head, his long feline ears swished side to side..

"naw, naw... ah can never repay ya fer gettin me into the country... but... i just wish..."
Kistrev sighed as he looked back up at Jake, a person he had always seen as his older brother, for when others hadnt been there...

"gawd Kistrev, all ya need is a special someone... a reason to get up in the mornings... a reason ta be makin the monay ya make.... looksee here, say i take you roun' some places, n' we find someone who dont mind the smell of salt eh? a nice lil' feline for my Emmigrant brother eh?"
Kistrev looked up at him, and grunted his approval before turning back to the coal truck..

"i bet ten cents they drop the next bag"

"yawr on..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 24, 2009, 08:37:40 PM

Tuesday, July 14th, 1946  11:12am

Spike tipped his hat as he picked up his briefcase and walked past his secretary's desk at the office. He walked down the long elegant hallway lined with brass, nickel, and copper towards the elevator. Spike waited after pressing the button. He checked his watch and calculated the time he had to grab something to eat and make it back in time for a conference. The iron bars of the elevator slid open and Spike stepped inside. The ride down was slow and quiet before the ring of the bell when the doors slid open to the main lobby. Guards stood off to the sides, smoking and cracking jokes, waving, saluting, and cheering out as Spike walked past to the main enterance.

Outside was as usual, people and furs walking driving and going about their daily business. Spike stepped off the curb when a black towncar sped up along side, the windows rolled down. Spike's eyes bulged as the barrels of Thomson machine guns stuck out from the windows. Spike dived for cover behind a parked car when the gunfire rang out. Bullets riddled the guards at the door and passing pedestrians. The sound of shattered glass and guns filled the crowded street. Spike waited until the echo of machinegun fire was replaced by screeching tires. Spike stood up, pulling out his Colt .45 and returned fire at the getaway car. The screaming and crying of women and children was piercing as the violence continued. A few shots through the back window caused the car to swerve off the road and crash into a streetlamp. The two men in the back seat struggled to get out of the car. Spike walked up beside the window on the driver's side, emptying the clip of his gun into the driver and the human in the passenger seat. He looked at the two furs in the back, both unconcious. Police sirens whailed in the distance. He looked back to the compound at two other guards running out of the building. He whistled and signaled to get the hitmen out of the backseat before the cops showed up.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 25, 2009, 01:04:29 AM

Tuesday, July 14th, 1946  11:26am

"Shots fired - looks like mob activity kshzzzz..." As police radio rings through the car, Jay slammed on the breaks, turning the car around and speeding off to the scene. He opened the glove box, happy to see that today of all days he had remembered to bring his badge and had decided to bring both of his .45's. The rabbit hurried to te scene, grumbling quietly at the destruction of his peaceful day. Parking around the corner from the incident, he calmed down slightly, not hearing any gun-shots. Suddenly he heard the distinct sound of a clip being emptied rapidly and (what was more worrying) close by. He pocketed his badge and slipped his firearms into the double back holster.

The FBI agent took cover around the corner, peeking around to see what was going on. The first thing he saw was the crashed towncar wrapped around the streetlamp, looking to see where the shots came from he saw a retreating fox with a very familiar firearm still grasped in one paw. Ducking back around he walked over to his police radio, muttering to himelf, "Gambino, why can't I go a day without seeing you." Jay picked up the tranciever, "This is Agent Kaelin, we have confirmed mob activity, requesting backup immediately; it looks like there are confirmed dead but we'll need an ambulance aswell in case any survived." The rabbit turned, cocking both .45's and reholstering them, before going to inpect the wreckage of the towncar.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 25, 2009, 03:36:37 AM

Spike holstered his weapon as he spotted the first police car on scene. He looked back as two of the hitmen were dragged around back of the building before the cop had seen. He walked over to the police car, slowing down as he saw who was exiting the vehicle. "Well I'll be damned." Spike muttered. He continued his way over to the approaching FBI agent. "That was fast." Spike commented. Outside the office, pedestrians and Spike's guards moaned and twitched on the ground among the dead as pools of blood covered the pavement.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 25, 2009, 03:42:34 AM

Jay cringed inside, hoping fervently that Spike wouldn't recognise him from the meeting with Kistrev. He scans the scene, watching the blood spill slowly from the towncar. "I was in the area." the rabbit explains, "You mind telling me what's going on here?" He asks, as if speaking to a witness, not a suspect with a smoking gun (which he lets go for now as the clip was obviously empty).

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on September 25, 2009, 06:52:27 PM

Tuesday, July 14th, 1946  7:40am

The ten cents clinked into Kistrev's paw, as he watched with a smug grin, the two canines try and pick up all the dropped coal as the driver swore at them..
"Jeez Kistrev, you got a nack for these things..."
Kistrev surpressed a laugh as he looked back up at Jake..
"nah... you recognise sloppy work when ya been on the docks... i woulda thought an oooold dock-hound woulda known that!"
Kistrev nudged Jake in the side jokingly, and laughed at his expression of annoyance...


12:00 am

"No, he's just shy... umm... yeah.. no.... well, kinda... oh come one Kistrev.. you aint even gonna say hi?"
Jake was chatting to a young feline, the trio where standing on the dockside, and the view of newyork was unhampered by fog or darkness, a stunning sparkling landscape...
"yeah, yeah.... um, hi.."
Kistrev walked up from where he had been standing and smiled nervously at the feline, she swept her long ears out of her face and smiled back...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 27, 2009, 09:24:57 PM

"Not at all, officer. I was heading out to lunch when outta nowhere, these wise guys here pull up and emptied their guns into the front of my office, didn't say nothin' just started shootin'! Nearly killed me too, I was able to take cover behind that car. They tried to get away and someone off the street had a cannon, started shootin' back, and got 'em both, they made off. I didn't see the whole thing though, I was busy hugging the pavement." Spike said, a little upset and narrowing his eyes. He recognized the rabbit from the cafe. Which made him suspect something about his informant. He could no longer be trusted.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 28, 2009, 03:33:00 AM

'Officer, huh?' Jay thought with some relief, 'At least he doesn't realise I'm FBI... Did Callum really tell him so little about me?' The sound of more sirens became clear as the police cruisers turned the corner and officers, along with the ambulance, arrived at the scene. Two of the officers walked up to Jay and he waved them away for the moment, directing them and the paramedics towards the destroyed towncar.

The rabbit looked suspiciously at Gambino, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to tell me your name and empty out your pockets." Jay nod meaningfully towards the pocket he had seen the fox stow the gun, now he could see what the under-boss would do when cornered.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on September 28, 2009, 09:04:10 PM

Spike narrowed his eyes. He looked straight into the eyes of the FBI agent before he laughed. "The name's Gambino...Spike Gambino...And what makes you think you have the right to search me? I'm not under arrest. I know my rights and freedoms. I havent done anything wrong." Spike said. "Listen, I told you everything I saw and everything I did." The gun in Spike's pocket felt ten times lighter after what he'd done to the mobsters in the car. His backup .38 special in his left pocket seemed to feel heavier the longer he spent talking to the agent.

- meanwhile -

Paul and Frank pulled up in the car Spike told them to take on the fishing trip. They were stopped by a roadblock set up by police, Paul flashed the badge that had belonged to Callum before the police let them both through. "What the hell happened here?" Paul asked, watching the damaged caused by the drive by. Frankie stared on from the backseat. "Oh Jeez, it was probably the Romano's, a hit on Spike after the death of the don's son." Frankie said, looking around on the ground for the body of their boss. "I don't get it. Why Spike? Why not Angelo Lombardi?" Paul asked, driving around emergency crews. "Angelo's gotta be 98 years old, you honestly think that old man's got enough muscle to fire a bullet through a lion's skull?" Frankie replied. Paul looked away. "Guess not."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on September 29, 2009, 12:46:25 PM

"Sir, we're going to need to get your statement down at the precinct." He cuts off any argument from the fox, "You're innocent right? Just empty your pockets and come with us for a quick trip down to the station to tell us what happened, on record. Unless you're not innocent," Jay inclines his head, "then you probably have something to hide."

His speech is interrupted by the arrival of an unknown car into the crime scene, "Morgan, Peterson," he calls over two officers, "check out that car, how did they get in here? This area is Police Only" He knew all of the FBI agents stationed in the city and the two occupants of the car weren't any of them, in addition to this, they weren't in any police uniform. They looked completely out of place in his crime scene.

Returning his attention to Gambino, he continues, "Let's make this simple Mr... Gambino, was it? Anyway, you can either come down to the station of your own free will as a witness or it will look like you have something to hide and you will come down to the precinct anyway, only this time, in handcuffs and as a suspect." His paws move to his back, standing at ease, his fingers brushing the grips of his sidearms - ready for any sudden moves despite his relaxed appearance. "So, Spike, what will it be?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 01, 2009, 02:33:14 AM

Spike sighed. "Fine." He emptied his pockets, pulling out his wallet, some loose change, the empty Colt .45 and his spare .38 special, placing them on the hood of his own car. "Happy?" He crossed his arms, waiting for Jay to make his move.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 01, 2009, 02:40:42 AM

Jay smiled warmly, grabbing the .38 from the hood of the car and removing the bullets from it. Next he took the .45, removing the clip and seeing that it was completely empty, "Wait here for just a moment sir" The rabbit pocketed the bullets from the .38 and walks over to the driver's-side door of the crashed towncar. Bending down, he picked up one of the spent casings and inspected it, ".45 ACP round, hmmm..." He walked back to Gambino, dicreetly pocketing the casing.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 01, 2009, 03:25:20 PM

"she likes you.."
Kistrev shoved away the arm around his shoulders...
"Jake, shurrup..."
"oh comeone, i talked to her afterwards... she said you were.."
Kistrev looked round to Jake
"said i was what?"
"oh, now who wants ta know eh? and she said you where cute, cos you where so quiet and shy..."
Kistrev shoved Jake off the sidewalk, laughing, the pair made their way back along to the pierside...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 02, 2009, 02:40:22 AM

Spike was smiling as Jay walked back to the car. "Well? Now what?" Spike put his hands back in the pockets of his overcoat.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 04, 2009, 02:12:13 AM

Jay fidgeted with the bullet casing in his pocket, "Now, you just come down to the precinct to give us your little account on record, no big deal, right?" Just as he finishes, he is tapped on the shoulder by one of the police officers, Morgan... he thinks (Jay still hadn't memorized all the names of the officers in the precinct). "Sir," Morgan began, "there are two men in the car, one of them's FBI... say his name is Callum Denton" Morgan fidgets for a moment, wondering why more agents were showing up on the scene.

"Denton huh? Tell me, the one with the badge, is he a German shepherd?" Jay asks a startled Morgan, the officer looks back over his shoulder at the car and it's occupants, "Er... no sir, the one with the badge wasn't a German shepherd, neither of them were." Jay grins at the officer's answer, "I'm sorry Spike, can I just get you to wait here for a moment, I'll leave... Morgan" he checks the officer's expression 'Great, I got the right name'. The Rabbit coughs to cover up the pause, "I'll leave Morgan here to... keep you company."

With that he strides off to the car, a friendly, welcoming look on his face, but his paws go to trace the guns behind his back.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 04, 2009, 04:53:59 PM

Paul watched as the FBI agent walked towards his car, his paws sweating, there was no guarantee that they would make it out of here alive. Frankie was in the back seat, cocking the Thompson on his lap. "Not yet." Paul said as he waited until Jay was close enough to the car. Paul pulled the hammer back on the pistol in his right hand under the steering wheel. He started the engine and put the car in reverse, his foot still on the brake. When Jay was close enough, Frank began to fire, bullets ripping through the windshield at the officers watching the scene. Paul slammed on the gas, throwing the car into the busy street as Frank continued to fire. As some officers fired back, on clipped Paul in the shoulder. Paul raised the pistol and fired back, as Frank reloaded. He saw the rabbit from the FBI and took aim...

Spike was still as Morgan's back is riddled with gunshots. As the officer's body falls to the ground, it only occured to Spike that he was again, was under attack. He quickly looked around and made a run for it. He sprinted down into an alley and looked around for another place to run. He began to climb the fire escape into the nearest apartment and threw himself through an open window.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 05, 2009, 01:08:06 AM

Jay yanked one of the sidearms from his holster, dropping to one knee at the first muzzle flashes. He took quick aim, squeezing off steady shots until he heard the satisfying pop of one of the car's tires. He rolled behind one of the police cruisers, turning only to see Morgan lying on the ground, clearly dead. Raising his head over the cover off the car, he fired more shots at the driver before turning and running towards the nearest alleyway. 'He couldn't have gone far...' He changed to a fresh clip as he ran, also taking out his second Colt. Just before turning into the alley, Jay turns to see if the car had been stopped. Instead, he saw the driver's pistol aimed directly at him...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 06, 2009, 12:06:12 AM

Paul fired three times. The first shot just missing Jay's head, causing a window to shatter in a nearby apartment. The second bullet passed by Jay's right shoulder, hitting another officer behind him in the side of the head, instantly killing him. The third shot rang out as the last bullet was fired from the magazine. It's path planned to go directly through Jay's right collar bone. The car the two goons were in blew a tire and spun into a parked squad car. Frankie had a new drum in the bottom of the Thompson and began to fire while the wounded Paul struggled to get the car back on the road.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 06, 2009, 04:24:24 AM

Jay's eyes widened as he saw the gun pointed at him. The rabbit dived for the cover of the alley, landing with a grunt as a new pain sears in his shoulder. He clamped a paw on the wound to stop the bleeding, struggling to holster his weapon. He called over a nearby officer, "Head around and cut him off." The policeman looked confused for a moment until the lapine yelled at him, breaking his usually calm and friendly demeanour, "Gambino's getting away, go!" The officer scrambled off, calling over a medic as he went.

The lapine rested his back against the wall of the alley as the medic, from the ambulance that had arrived earlier, patched up his wounded shoulder. Jay grunted sharply when the paramedic probed the wound, giving small encouragements, "Good, the bullet passed straight through." The rabbit can only nod soundlessly, gritting his teeth. When the medic was finished, Jay struggled to his feet, running after Gambino. The paramedic yelled after him but he didn't listen, sprinting after the escaped fox while using his uninjured arm to pull out the other handgun.

Jay looked at his bloodied paw as he turned a corner, shaking his head to tune out the yelling paramedic, he mutters to himself, "Hopefully I can get you before this becomes too bad... dammit, Peterson had better get there in time." He only just remembered the name of the police officer he had sent to head off Spike now.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 09, 2009, 12:54:40 AM

Spike ran down the hallways of the apartment, he burst the door open to the stairs and began to run up the steps two at a time to the roof. He flung the roof open and looked around at the countless chimney stacks blowing smoke and hot air. He ran again, to the edge of the roof, peering over to the roof of the neighbouring building. He looked down, the ground was 18 stories below him. He looked across at the 6 foot gap the spaced the two towers. He took a few steps back and jumped, just barely making it. He rolled as he hit the surface and stood up, turing to run again, hopping from one building to the next. He looked over the ledge below to see Paul's car, speeding away from the scene, a few cops trailing behind.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 09, 2009, 01:02:06 AM

Jay pelted after Spike, bursting through the door at the top of the stairwell, only to see a bushy fox tail fly over to the next rooftop. He ran to the edge of the roof, muttering to himself, "You chose the wrong day to try and hop away, Gambino". He tensed the powerful rabbit legs, bounding easily across to the next rooftop, pausing as he felt the twinge from his injured shoulder. He calls out to Skpike as he sees him look down at the chase on the ground, "They won't get away either, you know"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 09, 2009, 01:11:19 AM

Spike continued to run, making a quick turn to a fire escape ladder. He jumped on and kicked the lever, the metal rungs began to plunge to the ground. It dropped it's fullest from the roof, the stop throwing Spike off into a heap of garbage. He got up and ran down the alley into the street knocking over a pedestrian over. He sprinted out into the street, getting hit by a car. He was throw into the windshield and to the ground. He got up and looked at the terrified fur behind the wheel. "OUT OF THE CAR!" Spike said, breaking the window. He grabbed the fur from inside and literally ripped them through the window he'd broken. He pulled open the door and got in, speeding off down the road into traffic.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 09, 2009, 01:24:51 AM

Jay followed close behind, sliding down the fire escape ladder and running into the streets - moving throught the path that Spike had just cleared. He pulls out a Colt with his uninjured paw and fires at the tires of Spike's getaway car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 09, 2009, 01:29:52 AM

Spike heared the gunfire and ducked below the seat. There was a low popping sound. The car began to swerve but remained in control. He continued to drive, struggling to keep the car in a straight line and manouver through traffic.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 09, 2009, 01:58:29 AM

Jay emptied the remaining shots in the clip, putting two through the side windows of the car as it turned the corner. He loaded a new clip and turned to the nearest car stopped on the road behind him, flashing his FBI badge, "Sorry sir, I need to borrow your car, official business." The confused fur climbs out of the driver's seat to give Jay his car. "Don't worry, you can pick this up at the 3rd Precinct tomorrow, safe and sound" With that the rabbit drove off, hot on Gambino's trail - the blown tires smoking slightly as the fox's car drove, giving Jay a clear view of where he was heading.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 09, 2009, 02:53:39 PM

" a beauty aint she.." Kitt was adjusting te suspension on the Skoda 100 parked on the dockside, while jake watched.

"she is that Kistrev, top of the line 100 saloon? ya got yerself a good deal there...."

With a creak of the spring suspension Kistrev climbed in, Jake getting into the passenger seat... "c'mon lets take her fer a spin..."
Pulling away smoothly Kistrev turned onto the main roads where the traffic was movingly more freely now the morning rush had cleared...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 11, 2009, 06:02:42 AM

SPike turned the corner at an alarming speed he'd looked back in the mirror trying to see if Jay was still in pursuit of him but unable to see past the black smoke of his tires. He looked forward, his eyes bulged. He was about to get into a head on collision with a familiar looking Skoda with a familiar looking driver. Spike slammed on the brakes, the flat tires screeching against the pavement. Spike's car was thrown into a spin before it caught air. It all seemed so slow to Spike but the event laster no longer than a moment. Spike was crunched on the roof of the upside down getaway car, staring right at the onsoming Skoda. He closed his eyes, waiting for impact.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 11, 2009, 07:10:22 AM

"well the number 60 is gonna be unloaded at nine.... aand, then we gotta unload the number 46 later... CHRIST LOOK OUT!" Kistrev swung left as a car drove head-first against traffic and spun into a collision course with him.... swinging violently to the left Kistrev missed the upturned car, the rear of the Skoda fishtailing to the right clipped the crashed vehicle, spinning the skoda right into a delivery truck... With a shattering smash the delivery van drove into a lampost, newspapers scattered across the scene.... Kitt and Jake both climed out of the damaged Skoda, Jake checking the vehicle over while Kistrev tried to explain to an outraged van driver that it hadnt been his fault, and that beating him in wasnt the best idea....

With a crash several other vehicles pilled up into overturned vehicles, several people where screaming in a flaming saloon, while others tried to get them out before the flames consumed the vehicle...

"SPOSTACH, DEBIL, NO VSED ZA DAST!"
Kistrev ran up to the overturned car that had caused the crash, kneeling down he tried to pull open the door to help out the driver...
"jeez, you okay? just dont move and... and..."
It was then that Kistrev saw who it was, set in stark contrast against the dulling flames and settling dust and debris, Spike Gambino stared out from the crushed car...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 11, 2009, 07:25:17 AM

Jay drove around the corner at high-speed, but heard the sounds of the crash before he smashed into the piled up cars, so he was able to slow down enough before reaching the crash site to climb out normally. The bunny reaches for the police radio, calling more officers to the scene while he tries to subdue Gambino. He walks up to the upside-down car (on the other side from Kistrev, so he doesn't see the feline), bending down to the paasenger-side window which was completely smashed, "Innocent people don't run Spike" The rabbit grins and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, the sounds of sirens (whether police or ambulance, he's not sure) sound faintly in the distance.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 11, 2009, 05:01:58 PM

Spike looked to the feline, then at the rabbit. Blood was spurting from his nose. He was stuck, the door was too damaged to open and he was upside down, his head crushed under his own weight as he was in a cumpled mess. Gasoline started to pool around the car, smoke began to leak from the engine. Spike had broken several bones, his arm, leg, and possibly have sustained a head injury. "Who are you?" He asked unable to remember either of them.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 14, 2009, 06:02:51 AM

Jay takes in Gambino's beat up condition, "Spike, can you hear me Spike?" He called over some of the paramedics from the ambulance that had just arrived, "Quickly, get him out of there!" As the medics pulled the fox out of the wrecked car and loaded him onto a stretcher, the rabbit walks with them, slipping a pair of handcuffs onto the dazed under-boss, effectively chaining him to the gurney. The FBI agent climbs into the back of the ambulance with Gambino and the paramedics, flashing his badge so no questions would be asked, he muttered to himself, "You're not getting away from me this time..." As the doors close, Jay looks out and spot Kistrev in the crowd - the rabbit merely tips his hat the feline as the ambualnce pulls away, siren blaring, on its way to the nearest hospital.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 14, 2009, 05:49:41 PM

Kistrev watched Jay take away Gambino, shocked, dazed and bleeding he slumped backwards with a hollow thunk against the mangled wreckage of the under-boss's car... putting a paw to his ear and side of his head, crimson blood dripped from his grey fur... He stood ungainly, brushing away a concerned looking paramedic and found Jake beside the Skoda...

"looks like she'l be a'right then Kistrev.. jeez you okay? your kinda bleeding quite a bit... look you sit down and i'l get ya a paramedic okay? no shut up you feline and sit down here and wait fer me...."

Kistrev, grumbled somthing about what Jake could do with the paramedic as he sat down onto the curbside, a wolf paramedic hurrying over to him amidst the crashed cars....


~Later in the evening, Romano Dockside~

"well i can see 'e cant work... but i aint payin him..."
"thats okay... as long as you dont fire him and he can keep his job i dont think he minds do you Kistrev?"
"actually i.."
"yeah, like he said he doesnt mind... ~shuttup ya mangy feline~ ... i think i'l take him to his appartment before reporting back for duties.."
"fine, fine..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 14, 2009, 07:31:10 PM

Spike opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed covered in bloody bandages and unable to see straight. He could move and feared he was paralyized. He moved his fingers a little, stuggling to get feeling in his legs. He looked to his left, the same agent who pulled him out of the car was sitting next to the bed in a chair and seemed to have dozed off. He looked down at his wrist to see a chain link attached to the bed and dropped his head against the pillow, letting out a light chuckle. There was a knock at the door. It slowly opened and a nurse popped her head in. She smiled and opened the door the rest of the way, through it, both of Spike's kids ran in. They were no taller than her wasite followed by Mrs. Gambino, in tears. "Daddy!" The little foxes screamed. Spike put his finger to his lips and pointed at Jay asleep in the chair. His two children immiedaitely hushed. Spike covered the handcuffs with the edge of the blanket to hide them from his kids. "Who's that, papa?" Spike's oldest son asked looking at the rabbit. Spike looked over at Jay. "That's the man who saved me, Daniel." He said with a smile.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 15, 2009, 01:16:34 AM

Jay wakes up at the sounds of happy children, a smile creeps across his face as he opens his eyes slowly, not wanting them to know that he was awake yet. When the fox spoke, "That's the man who saved me..." the rabbit suppressed a sad laugh - some saviour he was, it was going to be awkward explaining those handcuffs to a wife and kids...

For now, however, he was content to let them have their reunion; he would let them be happy that Spike was safe, for now.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 15, 2009, 01:35:30 AM

Spike's wife came up to his bedside, she pulled out a small tin of brownies and snuck them under the sheets. "I know how terrible the hospital food is, hun, so I brought you something you'd like." She smiled. Spike reached out and wrapped his free arm around her and his kids. She gave him a kiss and pushed the kids away towards the door. "Let's let daddy get some rest, ok?" She said blowing Spike a kiss. Spike smiled back and caught the kiss in his hand. She left the room, closing the door behind herself. Spike looked down at the cookie tin under the blanket. He pulled it out and struggled to get it open with one hand. He finally pryed off the top and pulled out one of his wife's famous brownies. He chewed and pulled another one out, holding it toward the sleeping Jay. "Want one?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 15, 2009, 02:01:13 AM

The rabbit looks out from behind a floppy ear that had fallen in front of his face, giving a smile now, "Sure, thanks" he walks over to the side of the bed, accepting the brownie and looking down at the fox. On any other day he would talk about how nice Gambino's family seemed... small talk, all that. But not today, right now he was too curious about this particular action as he nibbles on the brownie, "You don't seem too worried, for a guy waking up in a hospital handcuffed to the bed." he takes another bite of the small cake, "Mmm.. these are really good, by the way"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 15, 2009, 10:22:03 PM

"Hey Kistrev, rise n shine buddy!"
The next few words that got through the appartment door to Jake where all vaguely rude and muffled..
"well no need to take that tone eh? just get your lazy feline tail down out here... shift starts in twenty..."
Kistrev heaved himself from the couch-bed and stumbled into the shower, before fumbling with his keys and stepping out into the cold, dank stairwell of the Romano appartments...
"well, good mornin to ya!"
"shurrup Jake"
"oh, ladi-da.. sorry mister immigrant... c'mon youre the one with the car now, save my feet from walkin eh?"
Kistrev yawned before grunting his approval as the pair stepped out into the cold bleak New york morning sunshine...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 15, 2009, 10:31:17 PM

Spike laughed. "Between you and I, it's not the first time it's happened to me." He said, lifting his left arm, having it stop from the restraint. "However, the last time it happened, I had some dangerous men after me and probably still do given the events played out earlier today." He said looking down and away saddened. "The thing is, Agent Kaelin, that there is a good chance that news of me being here has already reached the press and at this moment, they could be on their way here right now to finish the job. My boss has probably sent someone to confirm my condition as well and to 'babysit' if you will. He's a good fella, I think you guys would get along." Spike looked back down at the handcuffs. "Do you really think these are nessessary? I don't think I'll be going anywhere soon." He said looking down at his leg in a cast.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 15, 2009, 10:39:50 PM

Jay narrows his eyes at the fox in the bed, "How did you know my name?" the rabbit had made absolutely sure not to mention his name around Gambino, and all the officers knew better than to reveal that. He sighed, "I'm not taking any risks after that stunt that you pulled, getting away from me earlier, especially now that I know that one of your 'colleagues' is visiting." He sits back down in the chair by the bed, "Also, I can't see him being a particularly 'good guy' if he runs with our gang, or any of the gangs for that matter, all you do is make the lives of truly good people miserable."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 16, 2009, 12:18:48 AM

Spike smirked. " You really aren't from around here. You've done your research, I've done mine. I don't make lives miserable, that's a matter of opinion. I don't push those around, Agent Kaelin, those who push me are pushed back. This city ain't no Chicago. What happens over there is run by girls dressed for the part. You see, son, you think you and your boys in blue think you run the city. You don't, we do. Who do you honestly think runs the legal system around here? Politicians over in Washington? No. The Commission does. You may want to stop wasting your time with me, young man, because I won't be under arrest much longer." There was a knock at the door. A wolf in a black overcoat stepped inside, taking off his hat. The wolf looked at Jay then looked back at Spike. "Mr. Gambino, my name is Mark Rigazzi, Angelo sent me. It's good to see that you're ok." He looked at Jay again. "Angelo sends his regards. He also sent you these." He snapped his fingers and two men walked through the door holding a mass vase of flowers, leaving quickly after setting it down next to the bed. Spike smiled. "Tell Angelo I send many thanks..." Spike looked at Jay, "and I don't think I'll have any trouble right now." Mark nodded, looking at Jay with mistrust. "I will, Mr. Gambino. If you need anything, I'll be right outside." He nodded at Soike before turning to leave, taking a final look at Jay when he opened the door and disappeared through it. Spike looked at the tall vase of flowers and then back at Jay. "That must have been him."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 16, 2009, 12:28:34 AM

Jay sighed, "Your deluding yourself Spike, all this - this 'Commission', this supposed 'control' you've built up, all of it - is going to be ripped out from under your feet, and when that day comes, you'd better be ready, 'cause this Commission and all the families, are gonna come tumbling down around you. Don't get it into your heads that you are in control of this city, you're all just petty criminals and one day, one day real soon, you'll turn on each other." He doesn't have to mention that the first evidence of that had just happened earlier that night, with the failed drive-by. The rabbit glares at the doorway that the wolf had just left through, "Yep, nice guy, I can see why you'd think we'd get along" his voice drips with sarcasm.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 16, 2009, 04:20:19 AM

Spike took another bite from a brownie and looked at the hospital door. "Gee...You really think so?" He asked, looking back at the rabbit. "I'm just a business man, Agent Kaelin. Life's tough in this economy after the war." He said, stuffing the remained of the brownie in his mouth and handing the tin containing the last one to Jay in offering. "Between you and I, I ain't never seen a Mark come in from Angelo." He whispered. "That's not the man Angelo usually sends. I'm a little unsure about him."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 16, 2009, 05:38:11 AM

Jay turns down the brownie, "Business doesn't usually end up with a dead mafia don's son" he watches Spike for a reaction, "you know, funny thing about that particular case - Jimmy Romano was killed with a .38... I took a .38 Special off you earlier tonight, didn't I?" he doesn't wait for an answer, instead pointing towards the doorway, "But he is in your organisation, you do know him, right? Am I to expect trouble while I'm here?" his paw teases over the grip of one of the Colt's behind his back.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 16, 2009, 11:42:10 PM

Spike stuffed the last brownie in his mouth and tossed the empty tin away into the trash across the room and chewed. "Business can end up with anything. That includes .38 specials being the most widely used weapon in the mafia." Spike chewed some more, looking away at the flowers. His ears pricking up. "...I don't know about hi- do you hear that?" Spike asked looking over the large metal vase before he spoke. "Look out in the hallway see if he's still there."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 16, 2009, 11:50:00 PM

The rabbit looked at Spike suspiciously for a moment, but figured that he wasn't going anywhere. He tugged experimentally on the handcuffs for a second before going to peer around the corner. The specific .38 Special he had confiscated would be on it's way to the precinct at that moment, to be compared with the bullet found in Jimmy Romano's head. He gazes across the hallway, looking for the wolf...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 16, 2009, 11:55:43 PM

"Is he there or not?" Spike asked, not expecting him to be there which wasn't good news.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 16, 2009, 11:58:33 PM

Jay couldn't see the wolf anywhere, he turns and shakes his head at Spike. Brushing an ear away from his face, he was about to ask why the wolf would leave if he was left to 'babysit'; until a though struck him, that is. He slowly turns towards the large vase left by the wolf, pointing at it as if to ask Spike, 'You don't think that's a...'

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 12:03:02 AM

A small drop of sweat broke from Spike's head. He looked at Jay, panic strewn across his face. "...Jay." He said, calling him by his first name. The light ticking continued from the inside of the hollow vase. Within it, a small pocketwatch ticked away strapped to 15 pounds of TNT. "...JAY!" Spike yelled.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 12:11:46 AM

Jay picks up the ticking, reacting immediately, he retrieves the key from his pocket and unlocks Spike's chains. Supporting the fox with his shoulder, he helped him out of the room, yelling to a doctor, "Get all of the patients out of here, now!" he fumbles for his badge, showing to the doctor so that no questions would be asked. The doctor dashes off, hopefully to clear out this section of the building; the lapine turns to Spike, "Can you move fast, or do I need to carry you?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 12:17:17 AM

Spike couldn't believe what Jay had just asked. "...I BROKE MY LEG!" He replied. "There's no time for evacuation!" Spike yelled. He broke free of Jay's support before he hobbled back into the room. He pushed over the vase having it spill onto the floor. "Help me get that bomb out!" He yelled to Jay at the door. "We'll have a better chance to defuse it. If it's simple TNT, all we need to do is pull out the charging wire!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 12:20:28 AM

"We need to get the people to safety, in case this does blow" he glares at the fox - of course he wouldn't think about the collateral damage this could do. He reached into the vase, delicately tugging out the bulk of the TNT. "You wouldn't happen to have bomb-defusing experience?" the rabbit had dealt with bombs in his time, but when the job was hasty, you had to be doubly careful, in case the timer was wrong  or the wiring was faulty and would set the bomb off anyway.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 12:25:54 AM

Spike pursed his lips in frustration. "Jay...Listen to me. I was a Private with the one hundred and first Airbourne. I dealt with this kind of thing before. You get those people out of here...I'll deal with the bomb." Spike said before he looked inside the vase, reaching an arm in and pulling out the long bundle of dynamite. He looked at the wires and timer, inspecting it carefully. "We have...2 minutes."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 12:37:00 AM

Jay took a short moment to think, he wasn't going to let Spike get away this time. A grin spread across his face and he nudged the bomb closer to the bed, "Great idea" he takes out the handcuffs and grabs Spike's wrist, chaining the fox to one of the legs of the bed. The bomb was easily within reach of even the handcuffed paw, "It didn't have to come to this, I'll get the patients and staff out and you... learn to not run away. And remember, this city doesn't want to have to pay for another hospital." With that, he left, organizing the exodus of the patients as they began to shuffle out of their rooms.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 12:52:43 AM

Spike was left behind chained to the bed. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't sure whether to be upset, enraged, or completely calm. He actually took the time to ponder what it was exactly that he was feeling which had taken over his better judgement of caring whether he died or not. One thing was for sure, he wasn't letting Agent Kaelin get away with this one once he was free from his custody. He looked over the bomb with his one hand, inspecting the wires. He looked at the top of the stick and looked at the charging wire inserted into the top. He took his trembling hand - which shook from being so angry, and pulled the one wire out, flinching in the event the bomb went off. He was still alive, and more angry than ever. He clenched his jaw, his fangs digging into his own gums to the point where they bled. He continued to pull out the rest of the wires until he reached the last wire left, the clock still ticking away. He placed his hand over the top to pull it out but then released his grip. He would die and the damage done to the hospital would be blamed entirely on Jay by the mob for not watching over his suspect and ensure his safety while everyone else was evacuated. Jay would be held for murder and negligence after the investigation. It was a big price to play for a little revenge but he didn't care. He tossed the live bomb to the side next to him. 30 seconds remaining.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 01:31:43 AM

Jay hurries out of the front door of the building, anxiety eating away at his stomach as the patients file through and away from the immenent blast. He checks his pocketwatch, only 30 seconds left unless Spike was able to defuse it. The rabbit didn't really know what he hoped to achieve by this, he could either save the hospital or he could cut off the right arm of the Lombardi family... he was pleased either way - the bomb would destroy all evidence of his being there and Spike would be scattered to the winds. All blame would be placed on the Lombardi family, 'just another internal gang feud' - they had been the ones to plant the bomb after all. He would be the hero, following up on an informant's tip and clearing the hospital before the blast... a happy ending.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 17, 2009, 08:33:00 AM

"What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
Oh, baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more

What is love "....

Kistrev and Jake had the Radio turned up loud, their singing stopped suddenly when turning the corner to the drive past the hospital they almost drove through a crowd of patients and hospital staff....
"woah! what the heck is goin on here?"
Music still playing from the car radio the pair jumped out the car staring in disbelief at the crowd of milling patients.... only one face was recognisable to Kistrv,  Jay the agent was among the crowd, flashing his badge as he went....

((ignore the fact that that music wasnt out in 1946... i just had to  ^_^ ))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 10:08:39 AM

"There's been a bomb threat in the hospital, all patients are being evacuated" he calmly explains to the pair exiting the car, pretending not to recognise Kistrev, "Sir, please get back into your car, it's obstructing the evacuation" he dicided not to tell the feline that his impromptu boss (and hence the money to pay for his new wheels) may soon cease to exist.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 02:59:53 PM

Paul drove up to the hospital to notice the large crowd of people gathered around. He saw the rabbit from the drive by there as well, the one who'd arrested Spike...without Spike next to him. They were all looking up towards the floor of which Spike's room was located. "That son of a -" Paul slammed on the gas, driving around to the back of the building. He got out and sprinted into the doors and up to Spike's room.

It had suddenly occured to Spike what he was doing. Then instead of defusing the bomb, he pulled out the charging wire, the tip of it having just enough of an "explosion" to break the chain. He pulled out the small wire with just enough for as not to snap off the explosive compound off the tip. He wrapped it around the end of the hand cuffs and looked away as the last two seconds ticked by. *BANG* Spike opened one eye to peer at the result. His arm was free. The were the sound of footsteps coming from down the hallway. Paul, Spike's man, had appeared in the doorway. "Boss!" He said, rushing to his side. "That rat of a cop left me here to die, Paulie!" Spike yelled. Paul looked at the defused bomb. "C'mon, we're outta here." He slung Spike over his shoulder and walked him out of the room.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 03:07:07 PM

Jay headed back up to the room, looking at his watch and seeing that the bomb timer was way overdue. 'He actually did it' he thought, somewhat impressed. Reaching the hallway that Spike room came off, the rabbit spotted a figure hurrying around the corner. "No..." he checks in Spike's room, seeing noone he sprints off down to the other end of the hallway, "not again..." he already had one of his Colt's out of the back holster as he reached the corner, checking around and only catching a glimpse of his prey as he tries to escape.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 03:25:20 PM

Spike and Paul made it down the hall to the stairs. Instead of escaping, Paul picked up Spike in his arms and carried him down to the front doors where they were met by cops and reporters all rushing over. "It was Agent Kaelin, he left me to die chain to my bed!" Spike yelled. The reporters went wild, snapping photos of Spike's condition and the one handcuff link attached to his arm. "And who saved you!?" One reporter asked, being held back by a police officer. "...Not Agent Kaelin." Spike replied back. Paul carried him over to an ambulance stretcher. A familiar Agent showed up next to Spike's side. "Callum!?" Spike yelled. "Callum looked at Paul and they shook hands. "I'll take it from here." Callum said. He walked over to the group of officers and the Sergeant. "Arrest Agent Kaelin under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder under second degree, and for harassment." Callum said, the group of police officers looked at eachother and immediately rushed inside looking for the rabbit. Spike was met by doctors and police who began to ask questions.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 03:32:33 PM

"I did no such thing" the rabbit explains smoothly as a nurse replaces the bandages on his shoulder from where he had been shot, "the suspect volunteered to stay and attempt to defuse the bomb, left by a known gang member in what looked like an over-large vase." He raises his paws, palms outwards with an amiable smile. He winked at Callum, standing behind the officers, holding up his irrefutable evidence; the lapine presses the playback button on the small tape-recorder, 'kshzzz...Listen to me. I was a Private with the one hundred and first Airbourne. I dealt with this kind of thing before. You get those people out of here...I'll deal with the bomb...zzkszz' Spike's voice emits clearly from the small device. There was no way he was going to sleep by a suspect's bedside without ears open at all times.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 03:44:06 PM

Callum laughed. "We have an eyewitness account of him CLEARLY being chained to the bed with a bomb next to him with cuffs, YOUR cuffs, your prints ALL over them. Can you prove the bomb was sent into the room with another person? Because right now, people are wondering how you, being the only one in the room while Spike was blacked out, you're the first one to leave. Whether he volunteered to defuse the supposed bomb not planted by you or not, how could have you had possibly known if he was capable to do so? If that was suicide, you assisted quite well. That's murder, Jay. You'll be hearing from a lot of lawyers." He said as police were in the room gathering evidence.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 03:54:08 PM

"Of course they were my cuffs, he was a suspect that I apprehended and this 'witness' of yours is not only a known accomplice of my suspect, but also a gang memeber who was seen earlier today shooting at cops!" he points to his shoulder, blood already seeping into the bandages, "This? This bullet wound was put there by your witness! I have 5 cops who will not only attest that he shot me, but that he got onto the crime scene using your badge!" he glares at the German shepherd that he had presumed dead for the last few days, "Care to explain how the mob got your badge?" he rewinds to earlier in the tape, the bulky machine slowly spinning the magnetic tape, 'kshzz...Mr. Gambino, my name is Mark Rigazzi, Angelo sent me. It's good to see that you're ok... ksshh... Angelo sends his regards. He also sent you these.' Jay's smug smile returns, the resolve of the officers in front of him wavering as they turn back to Callum.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 17, 2009, 03:59:07 PM

Callum smiled. "Well, Agent Kaelin, it's not what you know...it's what you can prove in court." Callum said, looking at Jay once again. "By the way, I hope that the jury knows that wasn't edited. It being in the suspects possession and all. The Lieutenant certainly isn't going to like this one. You can most definitely expect being kicked off the case." He said, giving a wave and walking away to Spike. Spike looked at Jay. "See you in court." Spike said giving a wink.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 17, 2009, 04:15:52 PM

Jay smiled warmly at Spike, "There are no grounds here, you won't even see court... that is, until you're the one on trial." he handed the tape recorder off to the nearest officer, Peterson, a man he could trust. Callum's claims had been ridiculous, how could he have edited the tape? He had been herding patients out of the hospital while Spike was defusing the bomb, there would have been no time for that. He whispered to Peterson, "Listen through it, all of it" with that he left, heading home to his apartment. There would be no formal charges today, with accusations flying so freely between Bureau agents. At home he looked through all the files again, fnding the file of Mark Rigazzi, a grin spread across his face, "Excellent..."

When Peterson returned to the station he immediately set up the tape recorder, listening through it. The evidence given by the tape was pretty convincing, the officer taking diligent notes all the way through:
-"That's the man who saved me..."
-"...they could be on their way here right now to finish the job."
-"Mr. Gambino, my name is Mark Rigazzi, Angelo sent me. It's good to see that you're ok... Angelo sends his regards. He also sent you these."
-"Who do you honestly think runs the legal system around here? Politicians over in Washington? No. The Commission does"
-"That's not the man Angelo usually sends. I'm a little unsure about him."
-"...I don't know about hi- do you hear that?"
-"Get all of the patients out of here, now! ...Can you move fast, or do I need to carry you?"
-"Help me get that bomb out! ...We'll have a better chance to defuse it. If it's simple TNT, all we need to do is pull out the charging wire!"
-"We need to get the people to safety, in case this does blow"
-"Jay...Listen to me. I was a Private with the one hundred and first Airbourne. I dealt with this kind of thing before. You get those people out of here...I'll deal with the bomb."
-"It didn't have to come to this, I'll get the patients and staff out and you... learn to not run away. And remember, this city doesn't want to have to pay for another hospital."
-"That rat of a cop left me here to die, Paulie!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 17, 2009, 04:34:48 PM

"what was all that about eh?"
"who cares Jake... better them than us.."
"too right..."
Kistrev and Jake where back on the road to the docks, a cold nor'easterly picking up, slashing sea spray across the windscreen and onto the worn concrete road....
"jeez.. 'orrible wheather ennit Kitt?"
"sure is jake... 'orrible..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 19, 2009, 01:38:18 AM

Spike was waiting back at the docks. He held his overcoat close to his fur as the harsh winds swept across the empty docks. He had something to say to Krisrev when he made it back. His arm still broken and holding a cane to keep his weight off his broken left leg, he waited in the dark for the car to roll up. He was pissed. What was Krisrev doing with Agent Kaelin? Ratting him out most likely. He'd get some answers from him and depending on how reliable his answers were, would depend if he would make this it out alive tonight. Sea water dripped off the brim of Spike's black fedora hat. His fur on his face dripped as his eyes were shining yellow in the moonlight. He waited.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 19, 2009, 02:01:19 AM

Jau read through the file with a grin; he'd seen files like this one plenty of times before, it was a fake. The file held little real information, with only generic references that made it sound legitimate. All besides the grainy photo of 'Mark' was useless until he reached the bottom of the meager file, signed by Agent Denton. "Looks like he's covering for someone" he muttered quietly, heading off to finally get some sleep, reflecting over the events of the night, "I guess that's what I get for saving his sorry hide..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 19, 2009, 03:06:10 PM

The sound of the wipers was monotonous and depressing, sweeping back and forth, with no real affect on the stupid amount of rain sleeting down the windscreen...
"slow down a bit Kistrev, ya gonna fall inta tha docks.... cant see a damned thing.."
Slowing down to a crawl, the tires crunched over the wet concrete... the dark figure ahead was illuminated in stark contrast to the rest of the dark, sea spray swept dockside.... Stopping just aside Kistrev wound down the window and leant out to shout to the fur...
"ya wanna lift? bad day to be walkin if ya ask me..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 19, 2009, 08:19:01 PM

Spike stood there. The voice of his man rang out. He kept his ground and wondered if he should call him out. Instead, Kristrev did raise a good point. It wasn't the best weather to have a chat in. He approached the car slowly, hobbling along with his cane and got in the back seat without saying a word. Spike took off his hat and slciked back the soaked fur on his head. "Thanks for picking me up." Spike said.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 19, 2009, 08:34:29 PM

It was spike... Mr Gambino... Kistrev looked wildy from the underboss to Jake the Romano Officer in the passenger seat who was fiddling with the radio and hadnt looked up yet...
"jake... say your office is over there... you can walk the rest of the way cant ya buddy?"
Jake opened the door, stepping out and tilting his flatcap to Spike hurridly, grumbling about inconsiderate youngsters before running with a splash towards a dockside building...

"Mr. Gambino... I mean, Spike.... surprising to see you here... ya hear about the bomb at the hospital?... i drive past when they where....."

Kistrev stopped when he saw the cane and remembered how he had hobbled on his way to the car....

"you okay sir? ya dont look good.. here, let me put on the heating... warm us up eh?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 19, 2009, 08:59:16 PM

Spike laughed. "Your car really does have all the options. Yes, thank you. Terrible weather out there wouldn't you say?" He groaned, his leg acting up again. "Anyway, I'm glad you picked me up, I needed to talk to you about some business that needs to be taken care of." He smiled. He reached into his pocket on the inside of his coat.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 19, 2009, 09:09:29 PM

"all the options... just a fact that most of them dont work... slovakian equipment isnot known for being reliable..." turning the heating as high as it would go he put a paw to the small vent to feel a thin stream of hot air... "better than nothing i suppose.... weather? well..." he looked out the window at the lashing rain and sea spray... "well yes actually... even a dock hand like me dont like the rain THAT much..." turning off the windcreen wipers... the sound of the sheeting rain even louder now and turned in his seat so he could talk to spike more easily.... "busines taken care of? you came to the right feline..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 24, 2009, 04:01:02 AM

The rabbit sat in his apartment, going over his pistols, cleaning them mindlessly as he goes over what he needed to ask Kistrev that night at the theater. Harry, the owner of the theater, hadn't been too happy to close it down for the night, but the FBI badge did wonders...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 24, 2009, 04:22:50 AM

Spike pulled out a hankercheif from his pocket, wiping his wet fur dry on his face. "I just need to know...what you're doing talking to Agent Kaelin." Spike said to Kristrev, completely calm. "Because you see, he's kinda really onto me and the only way I can wonder how that's happening is that if someone was telling him leaking information."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 24, 2009, 07:50:55 AM

Kistrev sighed as he watched Spike... "that would be the rabbit i suppose... didnt know he was an Agent.... Spike, what information do i know about you?... I'm a dock hand, that's leaking info on the Romano's ta you... what do i know?!" Turning away for a second he sighed... "Spike, in all honesty... i know nothing, about you... this agent guy... anything...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 26, 2009, 03:48:30 PM

Spike stared at Kristrev expressionless. He sighed and scratched his chin. "You know, Kristrev...I don't like it when someones not entirely truthful..." Spike slid the 44. magnum from the inside of the coat and pulled back the hammer, holding it to Kristrev's head. "Now. Tell me what's really going on. You seeing him again!? You're telling him everything aren't you!?" Spike was getting agitated, the gun shaking in his paw.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 26, 2009, 04:33:27 PM

Kistrev looked from the barrel, to spike... Moving one paw slowly, he slid the end of the magnum from his temple, to directly between his eyes... "shoot... im tellin you shoot me if i lie.... i'm gonna say everything now... and... if i lie... shoot me..." Kistrev stopped for a second, sighing he looked back to the agitated Spike...

"i aint gonna lie spike... m'seein him again... you aint the only one who's holding a gun to my head here... im gonna see him... i dont know what im gonna tell him...." Slowly Kistrev held up both paws, sliding them behind his head.... "i saw him that day.... in the cafe... that much you saw.... we talked... and metahporically, he also has a gun pointed right here...." Kistrev put a finger to his head watching spike...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 26, 2009, 07:10:32 PM

The gun in Spike's hand slowly began to stop shaking. He looked at Kristrev again in the eyes and bit pressed his lips together. Spike moved his thumb to the back of the weapon and uncocked the hammer. He lowered the 44. away from Kristrev's face and it dangled in his right paw over the seat. "Okay, Kris, okay. That's all I wanted to know." Spike continued to look Kristrev in the eye. "Any man who dares me to shoot them in the face is either a fool or they got a lot of faith in me believing them...and you sure ain't lying to me." He put the gun back in his coat. "Where and when?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 26, 2009, 10:55:30 PM

"maybe im just the fool spike..." Kistrev watched spike stow the weapon away... "today as it so happens... a small cinema... i been told it'l be closed for the two of us... and im taking this..." Kistrev showed spike the small pistol the fox had given him at his last meeting... " sliding the gun onto the dashboard he turned back to Spike... "why? you want me to pull out?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on October 28, 2009, 10:53:34 AM

Jay went downstairs to the lobby of his apartment complex, exiting into the brisk morning air. He was walking around to clear his head when he passed by a newspaper stand and he froze, backing up to see the headline;

PROMINENT CITIZEN ANGELO LOMBARDI
SUFFERS A NEAR FATAL HEART ATTACK

The rabbit quickly buys a copy of the paper and head back to his apartment, reading as he goes.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on October 28, 2009, 10:11:05 PM

The last thing Kristrev said made Spike stop to think. "Actually...If you're willing to shoot the guy, by all means go ahead. But if you'd like to hear what he has to say, then I would suggest listening in first to see what he wants. I can't go with you since its for the two of you. But I'd appreiciate it if you report back to me with the outcome, alright?" He tapped Kristrev on the shoulder before leaning over to get out of the car. He opened the door halfway to look out at the miserable weather and closed the door again. He looked back at the cat. "Would you be kind enough to help a lone fox get home?" He smiled.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on October 28, 2009, 10:20:07 PM

Kistrev smiled already turning the keys in the ignition.. "sure i would" The engine rumbled into life as the wheels crunched over the soaked concrete and gravel. "well of course i'l report back to you... and as for shooting him... i dont know. I reckon, if he drove me far enough into a hole i couldnt get out of. I'd shoot him. Other than that ive never killed someone, i dont know if id want to start now..." Swinging the wheel round as he drove onto the main road the windscreen whipers put up a pathetic struggle against the lashing rain. The rain was winning...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 02, 2009, 02:40:02 AM

Spike smirked from the backseat. "Trust me. Listening to him long enough?...Shooting him would be easy as breathing." Spike pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the inside of his jacket. "Mind if I smoke?" Spike asked, holding up the pack.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 02, 2009, 04:28:26 PM

Kistrev glanced back to Spike and nodded. "sure... dang this rain... cant see a thing..." The slashing water lessened as the Skoda rolled off the pierside and onto a main road.... picking up speed he turned to Spike in the back seat... "well maybe it would be easy for you.... but i aint never even pointed a gun to someone... ive had em pointed at ME.. as you saw yerself... but never the other way round...  err, left here right?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 02, 2009, 08:36:58 PM

As Jay read through the article, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. If Spike was Angelo's right hand man then anything could happen now. Hopefully the fox would be upset and confused as to how to continue running the Lombardi family... or possibly he might get angry and try to use the new resources at his disposal to eliminate all of his enemies in a single stroke - a group the Jay now considered himself a part of. The rabbit threw the paper across the apartment, holstering both his pistols and heading for the precinct, he needed to find something to do before the meeting with Kistrev that night.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 04, 2009, 04:58:58 AM

"Yeah, the first building on your right." Spike said from the backseat. He watched out the window at all the pedestrians under umbrellas that were window shopping along the busy street. "You'll tell me what the cop says right, Kris?" Spike asked.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 04, 2009, 04:10:09 PM

Kistrev swung the wheel round, breaking off from the main stream of traffic. "you can count on it Mr.Spike... i'm not ready to go back to europe, and that seems to be what this cop wants..." The headlamps lit up the side of the building they had turned off to as Kistrev turned the keys, engine dying out, the sound of the rain filling the car.... "well keep yourself well Spike.. er, i'l be able to find you here tonight to report back will i?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 05, 2009, 01:14:59 AM

Spike looked out the window of the building then back at Kitt. "Sure will. I'm on the night shift if you know what I mean, check in with the boys, all that." He nodded and opened the door into the pouring rain and stepped out. "Thanks for the ride." He slammed the door shut and walked into the lobby of the building where he was greeted by a wolf who took his jacket. Spike could be seen limping over to the elevator on his cane, pressing the button when he got there.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 05, 2009, 05:29:06 PM

"well take good care then Spike... hopefully i'l be seein ya tonight with some good news...."
Kistrev watched as Spike walked into the lobby, before starting up the car, engine revving before reversing back out into the drenching rain... he was gonna go find somthing to eat before meeting Jay..

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 08, 2009, 07:28:11 AM

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALMOST FATAL!?" Spke yelled, slamming a fist against the desk as he was told the news of Angelo Lombardi. The small mouse flinched and shook in fear as he stood before the fox. "He's still alive-" Spike cut the mouse off. "JUST BARELY! He'll be useless!" Spike was on the verge of tears. His good friend and boss was in critcal condition. Spike took the ashtray off his desk and in one fell swing, shattered the mirror on the wall next to him. The mouse ran for cover from the shards of glass. Spike began pulled out the chair and sat down. He put his head in his paws and sat quietly. His ears drooping down. A wolf that was on duty outside peered into the office with a face of shock and confusion as to what all the ruckus was about before pulling away, deciding he best keep out of it.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 08:07:00 AM

Kistrev looked from the note Jay had given him, to the road and pouring rain.... Wednesday night... Sunshine theater... 7:30pm... Looking back to the road he drove through a red light, missing an oncoming car by scant inches... ignoring it he carried on.... checking the cars clock.. ~ 7:35~ well... he hoped Jay didnt mind him being too late.... turning the corner he caught sight of the Sunshine theater, parking out front he walked to the front door of the theater and walked in... 

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 08:16:36 AM

The rabbit was nowhere to be seen, a sign was afixed to the doorway to the theter-proper, instructing Kistrev to enter.

Jay himself was up in the projectionist's booth, looking down at the rest of the theater - he had to take precautions in case Spike found out about the meeting and had somehow planned to use the time to take out the FBI agent.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 08:28:19 AM

He Walked amongst the seats, looking around he couldnt see Jay anywhere... "Jay!? M' here as ya asked.."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 08:31:21 AM

"Did you bring a weapon of any kind?" the bunny's voice reverberates through the theater, making it uncertain where the source of the words had come from.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 08:34:53 AM

Kistrev looked aorund the room twice... before pulling out the small revolver and flinging it away into a corner of the cinema.... "who wouldnt?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 09:14:06 AM

"I'm sorry Kistrev, but you're going to have to trust me; I'm on the side of the law, trying to end the violence, there's no need for weapons here. For now, we talk"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 09:19:39 AM

"unfortunately that may be one of the reasons i dont trust you.... but fine... lets talk..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 09:30:11 AM

"You don't trust me? I want you to stay in this country, I want you to abide by our laws now that you're here. To be hoonest, I couldn't care less where you came from our how you got here; what I do care about, is the safety of our citizens, and for that we need to bring down the organized crime in this country" the bunny's passionate speech echoed off the walls of the theater, adding extra effect to the powerful words.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 09:36:15 AM

Kistrev  stood, arms folded behind his back, tail swishing nervously side to side... "my second nature is not to trust... sorry... its just for me ive only ever seen the worst side of the law... the side that doesnt want me here... the side that wants me out... the side... that hopefully you arent on..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 09:47:57 AM

Jay made his way down to the theater floor, walking through into the large, dark theater with the lights from the lobby shining at his back, "I have no intention of getting you sent away unless you cross me, but that shouldn't be you're incentive to help - as I said, I have friends down at immigration, if you help me, you'll have your citizenship"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 09:53:06 AM

Kistrev cocked his head to the side as he watched the impressive figure of Jay stride down into the theater... tail ceased, his ears folded back unsure... "that... would be.... good, to say the least... what is it you want to talk about?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 10:00:13 AM

Jay stood with his hands in his pockets, the doors somehow managing to stay open, brightening up the theater, "I'm glad you like the offer, what I want for you to do is get close to Spike, he's beginning to trust you; keep doing as he says, pretend life is normal, let his trust in you deepen. We will continue to have meetings like this in which I will feed you false information to relay back to him, so he believes he's actually using you to get information from me, not the other way round, you got me so far?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 10:09:10 AM

Kistrev sat down on the back of a cinema seat, a frown furrowing his brow.... "hmf... double crossing..."
what he didnt say out loud, but thought to himself... ~double, double crossing more like...~
"fine... i do what you want... just ... fine... i do it..."  he pulled his flatcap back down across his head, attempting to brush off some of the coal dust on his trousers...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 10:13:26 AM

"Great, when he trusts you, I'll give more intructions then, for now though; you tell him that I threatened to get you deported unless you help me, you call me some dirty names and tell Spike you'll double cross me, simple enough - he's not to know about the second condition of your assisstance, that you are to actually be rewarded. That's the difference between him and I, I don't have to operate through fear."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 12:16:47 PM

Kistrev shoved his paws into his pockets, frowning he nodded to everything.... "sure.... you dont have to... i'l... i'l see what i can do... is that all then?" The feline made as if to turn and walk out, one eyebrow raised...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 12:30:21 PM

"Just one thing... you wouldn't happen to have any family back in Slovakia wanting to move to the grand old United States of America, would you?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 12:36:31 PM

"I have family... " Kistrev's face lost all expresion, turning away from Jay... "they can only live so long there..." he sighed inwardly.... "no.... they... they ask me to go to America... get money for whole family... i do that... i send back money i make.... they do not need to come all the way here..." he turned back to Jay, arms crossed defiantly... "if that is all... i would like to go... i still have work to do back at docks... the coal wont load itself..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 12:43:08 PM

Jay's expression softened, stepping out of Kistrev's way, it was unfortunate that he'd hit a nerve with the issue of family. Didn't take questions about his own family well either, but he was saddened that this meeting had to end on a sour note. "Go... and look after your family" the rabbit had to encourage at least that, not having known what it was to have a family for so long.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 01:27:52 PM

Kistrev started to walk out, before stopping at the door and turning back to Jay... "if you do keep your side of the bargain... and i get to stay and keep making money for my family.... then i thank you..."  Watching Jay cautiously he stopped a second time... "when will we meet next?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: JellyMuffins on November 08, 2009, 01:31:47 PM

"You'll hear from me..." he didn't give away anything, despite all of Kistrev's words and his own promises, he found it hard to trust the feline - desperate men did desperate things, like cooperate with the mob...

As such, he couldn't really tell Kistrev anything solid until the meeting was close at hand already, the rabbit didn't want him to have time to scheme with Spike if he were to side with the fox.

The rabbit sits down in one of the theater seats heavily, thinking about the few memories he had left of his own family, not watching after Kistrev as he left.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 08, 2009, 01:56:10 PM

Kistrev nodded, and as Jay turned away, he stooped and picked up the small revolver... shoving it into his jacket.... stepping to the door he watched as Jay sat down heavily in a seat.... shaking his head the feline stepped out into the relentless rain, pulling his flatcap low over his eyes, splashing the few metres to his car... the engine started with a low rumble, before he pulled out onto the road and drove off towards the lombardi complex.... he had some things to say to spike... and then to the docks where he still had another shift to do...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 08, 2009, 05:35:19 PM

The door opened and Spike looked up from his desk. It was Frank. The tiger was dressed nice this time, wearing a suit as opposed to casual wear for work. Frank didn't say anything well until afte he'd sat down and did some thinking. Frank looked over at the chair at the edge of the room then quickly looked away from the sight of the messenger who sat dead, a line of blood leading down his face from a ball point pen that had been forced deep into his skull. Spike waited patiently at his desk, silent with his hands neatly clasped on the mahogany, staring him down. "Spike...Boss...Umm..." A frown was strewn acorss Spike's face. "Angelo will be fine. He's making a recovery but it'll be a little while until he gets back which means you'll have to run things for now." Spike's mouth open to speak but then closed shortly after. Frank looked down then returned his gaze back at Spike. The tiger nodded and stood up before walking away.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 09, 2009, 04:32:09 PM

The Skoda pulled up to the Lombardi building... the headlamps died as the door was opened and Kistrev walked the few metres to the door... becoming drenched in the driving rain... pushing open the door he walked, dripping, into the lobby.... pulling off his flatcap he gave it a shake, water cascading off his jacket onto the lobby floor.... he walked over to the one of the guards, who was watching with only mild interest... "Mr Gambino requested to see me..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 09, 2009, 10:38:02 PM

The guard narrowed his eyes. "And just who might you be?" He asked, pressing his cigar out in a glass ash tray on a small table that he stood next to.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 09, 2009, 10:51:48 PM

Kistrev sniggered, pulling his flatcap off, water dripping from his very person.....
"just tell mr Gambino... that there is a certain feline, sodding wet in the lobby... who was told to come to here to meet him, under explicit orders...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 10, 2009, 01:28:58 AM

The guard looked at another guard then looked back at Kitt. "Wait here." The wolf walked away from the table and into another room. He dialed on the phone to Spike's office and waited a few moments before he spoke. "There's a cat wanting to see you...mmhmm...yes...alright." The wolf hung up and walked back outside to Kitt. "He's waiting to see you in his office." He looked at the cat up and down. "You can leave your coat over there." He nodded at the coat check desk down the lobby near the elevator.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 10, 2009, 09:50:13 PM

Kistrev smirked at the guard, pulling off his sodden jacket and dropping it off at the coat check desk..... walking to the elevator he walked in and hit the button...... no longer dripping as much, Kistrev walked down the hallway to Spike's office.... and nocked twice

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 11, 2009, 01:47:25 AM

Spike leaned his head in his hand from behind his desk. Spike nodded at one of the guards standing at the door. The guard opened the door and let the cat inside. "Kitt! So glad to see you again." Spike said suddenly cheerful again. "How are you this fine evening? Come in! Have a seat!" Spike said, pulling out a bottle of scotch and two glasses from the liquor cabinet behind his desk.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 11, 2009, 04:01:45 PM

Kistrev looked out of the large windows into the lashing rain and wind, before shaking his head and turning back to spike. He sat down into the large chair facing the desk... "m' alright Spike.." he decided he could be informal, as Mr. Gambino had used his nickname rather than full.... "Glad ta see ya too, just came to check in as we agreed, after my,  meeting with a certain officer who's still trying to keep a tail on me..." He watched as Spike pulled out  a bottle of scotch...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 12, 2009, 12:08:47 AM

Spike pulled off the cork and poured two glasses. He slid one over to Kristev and sipped from his own. "Ah...So you didn't shoot him." Spike sounded disappointed. "Well I guess you and I are in the same boat then. What did you guys talk about?" He asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and pulling one out. He began to smoke and slid the pack across his desk to Kristrev in offering.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 12, 2009, 04:42:29 PM

Kistrev drank from his glass before replying... "no... i did not shoot him" he declined the offer of ciggarettes before continuing "he says he wants to get me a citizenship, says hes on my side and that he wants only the best for me.... i dont know whether to believe him..... also...  he wants somthing in return.... he wants me to keep a tab on you Mr. Gambino...." reaching into his trouser pocket he pulled out a waterproof satchell, a common necessity on the docks.. "you mind if i?" he motioned to the satchell of nip, taking another sip from his glass as he did so...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 12, 2009, 08:31:43 PM

Spike looked at the small bag and then smiled. "Not at all. Make yourself at home." He said reaching across the table to retrieve his cigarettes. "He wants the best for you?" Spike chuckled. "Those cops and their lies. They don't care about you, Kristrev. They don't care about you as much as a dying bum they pass by on the street but I'll tell ya what. I'll can get you a citizenship and anyone else you have back in the old country if you'd like...hey, I'll even take care of transportation. On top of that, I can ensure to get them stable jobs when they get here. Money will never be an issue for you, your friends, or your family. You remember that you're making your way up the ranks in this city, Kristrev, and I could use a man like you. I'll deal with Kaelin. Wha'da ya say?" Spike said, grinning and lighting up a cigarette.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 12, 2009, 08:40:23 PM

Kistrev took a drag as he listened to spike, before laying his paws, palms up, on the desk... "you make a fair deal... it would seem you shown your hand....." taking another drag he watched Spike closely.... "and maybe its time for me to show mine...." he leant back in the chair, looking absent mindedly around the office, taking in the furniture and decor Spike surrounded himself with, it told a lot about a man.... he scratched his whiskers before turning back to spike....

"h'okay Mr. Gambino.... your deal is too fair to turn down..... it would seem you now have yourself a permanent man on the job..." he leant across the desk, wiping his paw on his trousers, leaving a sooty coal dust smear, before proffering his paw to Spike..... "In my country, this all means nothing to me without a shake, and best of all drink on it...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 13, 2009, 04:32:16 AM

Spike held up his hand from and shook it with Kristrev's a smile across his face. "He have an accord." Spike retrieved another bottle from the cabinet behind his desk. It was a crystal clear bottle of vodka imported from France. He pulled out two shot glasses from under his desk and slammed them down on the table. He unscrewed the top and poured into both before placing the bottle aside next to the scotch. Spike pressed his lips together and dared not touch one of the two glasses. He sat there staring at them before he looked up at the cat on the other side of his desk. "But answer me this...If Kaelin offered you a citizenship...why did you refuse?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 13, 2009, 04:07:19 PM

"dont bother with bringing the family across... they'r fine enough where they are...."  Kistrev shook spikes paw, watching as he pulled out a clear bottle of vodka.... he watched silently as Spike stared at the glasses, apparantly lost in thought.... when he asked the question he met Spikes eyes with a cool confidence.... "i dont trust cops.... i been running from 'em all my life, and i aint gonna turn an start believin 'em now... you still wish to make this deal? as far as im concerned i owe you nuthin, and you owe me nothing until we drink to it..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 15, 2009, 11:04:22 PM

"Then what are we waiting for?" Spike picked up one of the glasses and held it up. "Welcome to the American Dream." He said before swallowing the vodka and slamming the small glass down on the table. "You're different from all the other chumps that walk in through those doors and sit down in front of me like I'm some kind of machine who just...does things." Spike looked past Kristrev. "It sickens me."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 16, 2009, 04:37:56 PM

Kistrev held up his glass as well.... "servus!" Nocking back the drink he slammed it down as Spike did.... watching Spike carefully he took a last drag on the roll-up, before nocking it out and shredding the dregs into the pouch, fine enough to use again....
"hmn... maybe cos i from a different background... c'min from the communist regime i see's things different... guys have it so easy here... ya can say what ya want... be what ya want.... you dont know how lucky you is to be so free.... and believe me, after coming from over there, here... you are free..."
Shaking his head, whiskers bristling, he stared out the window watching the rain lash against the glass...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 16, 2009, 11:20:49 PM

"...Free..." Spike looked down. "Coming back home from Germany this place seemed so different than when I'd left to go fight the crauts. We fought hard for freedom and died for it...and here we are." Spike said, sliding the bottle of vodka back and pouring another round in each glass. He left the bottle in between them with the lid off. He took his glass and tossed back the shot making a face at the taste. "I love this city...there ain't no other like it."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 17, 2009, 04:28:45 PM

"that there aint" Kistrev nocked back his as well, watching Spike pull a face... "here... you try... Slovakian plum brandy, 57% you should like.." He rummaged around the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out the pouch of nip, a few cents, pocket knife and finally small metal hip flask...

 unscrewing the lid he nocked back a slug, giving an appreciative sigh and blinked a few times, eyes watering slightly....

"is good... you want to try? made by my grandfather with family plums... he say, he say... Kistrev, you dont go to america.. you can stay here and pick plums for me!..."

Laughing Kistrev poured out a sub-lethal measure into Spike's and his own glasses.... "drink, drink"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 18, 2009, 01:25:26 AM

Spike made an unsure face at Kristrev's offer. He picked up his filled glass and gave it a whiff almost instantly recoiling at it's intense smell. "Whoa...That's something!" He wiped away the tears in his eyes. He was hesitant as he led the glass in his paw. He finally tossed the glass back and swallowed. His eyes glazed over and he slammed the glass down, coughing. "Thats *cough* great *cough *cough* Great!" He finally managed to say. Spike groaned and wiped his eyes again. "...That really was something." Spike said, his eyes turning red.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 18, 2009, 05:53:05 PM

Kistrev watched Spike closley..... laughing and slapping the desk as Spike coughed "you like then? good... is good drink.... best Slivovica you find in my village!" He nocked back his glass as well, inhaling deeply before exhaling with a cough... *cough* ah... thats good... reminds me of home..... hmn.." Setting down his glass he screwed the lid back on the hip flask and shoved it back into his pocket... "you sure youre okay mister Spike? Slivovica goes straight to head...." he smirked, watching Spike...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 19, 2009, 05:28:32 AM

Spike began to droop closer to the surface of his desk. He was getting tipsy already. He held his head up in his hand and loosened his tie. "Yeah, I'm...I'm doing just...fine." He said, smiling. His eyes were bloodshot and he was already pouring himself another round. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up his glass, tossing back the next round of shots. He pinted ot Kristrev with his hand containing the glass. "Help yourself." He said, sliding the bottle over to the cat. "I dun...like keeping open *yawn*...bottles."  He said, putting his head down.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 19, 2009, 03:55:03 PM

"eh, i gotta go Mr. Gambino... i have to be driving home so no more unfortuately.... i see you next time i have somthing to tell you?" Spikes head hit the table with a muffled thump as he began to snore.... Shaking his head, smirking, Kistrev stood and walked to the door... stopping only to turn and look back into the room to see Spike snoring on the desk...

Pulling on his jacket against the rain he fumbled with the keys, shoving them into the car door he jumped in with a sigh of relief at the dry interior of the skoda... turning the keys in the ignition he pulled away from the Lombardi complex towards his apartment, sun falling low over the city...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on November 20, 2009, 04:52:12 AM

Franco looked on his customers with mild pleasure. He knew much money would be coming in from tonight. Plenty of customers, plenty of money. The Lombardi's would be pleased with tonights haul.
The families had been in relative peace near him, and he missed the days of gunning down the Lombardi's enemies. He sighed and looked through the one sided mirror. Some punk was stirring up trouble.
Maybe tonight wouldn't be so boring.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 22, 2009, 04:06:20 AM

(The next morning)

Spike was being shaken. He opened his eyes and lifted his head out of the pool of spittle that had accumulated on his desk while he slept. "Spike? Eh, Spike. Wake up." Spike opened his eyes. The fuzzy image of a grey wolf towered over him. Spike moaned and immediately began to feel the affect of the night before. The image began to clear and the wolf who looked down at him seemed disappointed. "What can I do for you, Paul?" Spike asked. Paul shook his head. "Spike, you gotta get up. You can't be seen like this." Paul was dressed in a suit with a blood red tie under his jacket complete with a comlimenting hat. Paul gave up his hope of Spike getting up himself. Paul went around his desk and pulled Spike up with the undersides of his arms and dragged him out of the office despite Spike's mild hungover protests. "C'mon, you're gettin' cleaned up."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 24, 2009, 05:01:26 PM

(next morning too)

~9:00 am~
Kistrev stared at the numbers, mind fuzzy and unregistering...
"dammit... late again..."
Pulling himself off the couch bed he fumbled with his belt, pulling on his waxed jacket as he walked through towards the door... staring out of the window across the city he rubbed his arms...
"cold today..."
He spoke to no one in particular, pulling on a pair of fingerless gloves as he watched the sunlight sparkle off a frost covered new york... Fumbling with the keys in the lock he stepped out into the concrete stairwell, breath rising in front of him he shivered...
"bleedin cold..."
His footsteps echoed off the walls as he walked down to the entrance of the flats, blowing into his paws in an attempt to get warm...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on November 28, 2009, 04:23:49 PM

Frankie brought Spike back into the office. He was fully dressed and looking brand new. Spike sat back donw in the chair and held his head up. Frankie sat down in the chair in front. "You should get youself some pills." Frankie suggested. Spike put his head against the desk, pressing his paws against his throbbing head. "...Wanna get me some?" Spike replied. Frankie laughed. "I'll be back." The tiger stood up and walked out of the room.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on November 29, 2009, 04:31:00 PM

"bleedin cold today"

"too right... freezin my tail off here"

Kitt stood beside Jake, the pair rubbing their paws, watching the steely gray water slide in and out of the dock...

"c'mon then... coal wont unload itself.."

They both turned, boots crunching over frost and ice that covered the dockside and jetties... new york a silvery, frost covered cityscape...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 06, 2009, 04:26:58 PM

The door swung open and Paul walked into the small bakery on East 42nd Street. He pulled off his hat and looked through the glass at all the small pasteries that cooled from the oven. It was quiet. There were only three patrons in the small shop all of which made up a family of mice. Their small child nibbling away at a custard of some kind. The two parents tried to avoid the wolf's eyes as he looked at them. The baker stepped out from behind the back room. A female rabbit, torn apart by age, wore a dusty apron covered in flour. She looked at Paul and he smiled back at her. "Oh, Paul." She said, almost disappointed. "I'm sorry, I don't have the money for Mr. Gambino right now. Business has been hard lately, if you could just give me one more wee-" She limped over to the register but was cut off by the wolf. "That's fine, Ms. Cotton. Spike's understanding enough." She didn't change her face. She clicked open the register and pulled out every last bill. "Here give him this." She handed over the cash, nearly in tears. Paul frowned, pocketing what money she had. Ms. Cotton wiped away her tears. Paul looked down. "You got any of those cookies that you always make with the funny cut outs?" He asked. She looked confused. "...Yes I just made some." "Give me one of those." She looked at him then walked over to the counter putting one in tha bag. She went back to the register and handed Paul the bag. "That'll be 4 cents." She said. Paul took out his wallet. "Here you go. Keep the change." He took the bag and walked out of the store. Ms. Cotton held up the three one hundred dollar bills in her paws and smiled.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 09, 2009, 04:40:25 PM

The harbor crane groaned as it turned on its pintle.... the large crate swinging slowly before dropping down with a crash onto the jetty below, Kistrev quickly unhooked the cranes Jib which reeled back in and readied the crate to be loaded onto the truck...

"hey Kistrev.... ya hear about the job we got tomorrow?"

Kistrev jumped down off the crate, landing beside the heavily built bulldog...

"naw, i didn' hear nuthin about no job..."

The bulldog stepped out of the way as the truck reversed towards the crate, wheels rumbling over the planks of the jetty...

"well ya shoulda... tomorrow pier five, twelve AM sharp mind.... some big delivery.... jake shoulda told ye.."

Kistrev nodded, turning back to the crate as it was pulled onto the truck... he turned to Jake and shouted ""heyup Jake! i gotta go a sec.... be right back!" not waiting for a reply he walked off the pier and towards the phone booth at the end of the road, opening and closing the door he threw a few quarters into the machine, and squinting at the business card SPike had given him about a week back dialed the number for Mr. S Gambino...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 09, 2009, 06:50:23 PM

The phone rang. Spike looked over from the paper he was reading and watched as the phone rang once then again. He reached over and lifted it off the reciever. "Gambino's office." He answered.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 09, 2009, 08:12:13 PM

"hey MR. Gambino... its Kistrev, i was just callin ya boss on a bit o' info i got... dont think it merits going to the office but you might wanna know.... somthing about a big job down at the piers tomorrow... i'l be there on the pier so i'l tell ya whatever happens.... just thought i'd let ya know boss..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 11, 2009, 06:05:43 AM

Spike remained quiet for a moment. "Alright, Kristrev. Thanks for lettin' me know. Ya know what sorta job it is?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 11, 2009, 03:32:04 PM

"ive just been told to be down at the piers.... i dont know nuthing else.... i gotta be goin then, its gonna look suspiscious iff im away for too long..."  Kistrev hung the reciever back up, a few cents of change dropping out of the slot.... turning he opened the door, only to slam straight into someone waiting outside..

"Kistrev.... what?.. who where ya on the phone too?"

Kistrev looked up at Jake, who stood before him, eyes steely...

"oh.. uhm... well... ya see... okay... a girl..."

Jake stopped, his face completly blank, before he started to snigger...

"girl? Kistrev... we both know you aint seein no ga'l..."

"oh yeah? well it was the girl you introduced me too last week, remember?"
Kistrev stood defensively, staring back at Jake

"oh... really?.... okay, well... thats... alright then... maybe you could meet her tonight? i could take you two down ter the pic'tures.... hows that?"

"oh... thats... thats great Jake.... thanks.."
Jake turned, with Kistrev in tow back to the piers.... Kistrev bit his bottom lip worriedly... he'd dropped himself in it...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 17, 2009, 02:38:03 AM

Spike listened as the line went dead. He put the phone back down on the reciever and looked around his office. "Eh, someone get Paul and Frankie in here!...Pronto like!" Spike called out the door. Frankie looked in the door having already been outside his office. "Yeah, Spike?" He peeked in. Spike was surprised at Frankie's appearance. "Get the boys together, we're going on a field trip to the piers."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on December 17, 2009, 02:41:18 AM

Shiro was bored out of his mind. Nothing exciting was happening now, and he decided to go for a walk on the Piers. He, of course, had his coathook sawed off handy and loaded, because even though it was his territory, it could still be raided.
He drove out to the Piers, went and bought a tuna melt, and sat down on a bench looking out on the water.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 23, 2009, 01:12:39 PM

Kistrev sat aboard one of the coal barges, the low and steady ~thump, thump, thump~ of its steam engine reverberated through the steel boat, low waves breaking across her bow... the doors to the indoor cabin opened with a clatter, Jake clambered out and, spotting Kistrev sitting along on the prow, walked over to him across the icy boards...
"bleedin cold out 'ere Kistrev.... c'mon, ya dont wanna be sittin out here..... come inside, we 'ave a round or two ta drink, they got the fire goin' we can 'ave a good old time while we sail inta port..."
Kistrev looked up, the chill wind whipping across his face, ruffling his fur, tugging against his waxed jacket and flatcap... he looked back out across the steely waters, to New Yrok docks several miles away.... he turned back to jake, rubbing his paws..
"sure..."
The two clambered below decks, into the warmth, the cabin doors clattering behind them as the pistons conintued their rythmic ~thump, thump, thump~

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 24, 2009, 04:38:58 PM

The black Ford rolled up to the large gates. They rusted off their hinges as Paul got out and walked up to push them open. They made a loud sreeching sound as they turned and Paul walked back and got back into the car. Spike drove forward into the industrial area of the pier. There were minimal guards around. Not more then low paid workers on their smoke break who paid little attention to the towncar as it drove through. Spike was regretting not coming at night. He stopped the car and they all got out at once. The tiger, fox, and two wolves walked out towards the cranes on the port. Spike looked around, Kristev was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's is that cat?" Paul asked, looking around to make sure they hadn't been seen. He looked at a fox sitting down on a bench. What's he doing out here? He though to himself.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 24, 2009, 05:41:26 PM

The barge pulled in beside the pier, the loud rythmic thumps of the pistons slowing until they finally stopped.. Kistrev jumped out onto the planks, hauling on a thick rope before tyring it, double shank knot, around the pier stand.... with a clatter he pulled the plank across from the barge onto the pier, to allow the rest of the crew off... the open hold was full to the brim with sooty black coal, much of the soot and grime now over the feline and the rest of the crew....

"Right Kistrev, you go get yourself some lunch or summin... while me and the boys sort out some... hrm... business..."

Kistrev nodded, turning back to watch Jake and the rest of the barge crew before walking along the pier to the bottom of a rusted ladder, jumping up onto the bottom rungs he quickly clambered up onto the higher pier... reaching the top he pulled himself up onto the boards, and started to walk towards one of the large warehouses past the large pier cranes...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 24, 2009, 07:08:59 PM

Spike heard footsteps and quickly turned around. Kristrev was walking right past them completely unaware of the gang that was looking for him. "Kristrev?" Spike asked, wondering where he was headed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 24, 2009, 07:19:57 PM

Kistrev turned lazily at the sound of his name "I was jus' gonna go get some lunch Boss... gonna get right back to the piers no need ta get yer fur in a ruffle..." he stopped as he saw who it was calling for him... "oh... Spike.... didnt expect ta see ya out on the piers in 'daylight hours'..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 24, 2009, 11:38:09 PM

Spike smiled. "Well, I just felt like dropping in on mt favorite cat...By the way, you havent happened to have seen Agent Kaelin lately have you?" Spike asked. Agent Kaelin seemed to have disappeared off the face of the Earth. Spike hadn't gotten a single phone call, letter, or vist from the rabbit in days...and with him out of the way, Spike could continue with his pklans without the unwanted attention from New York's finest.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 24, 2009, 11:44:49 PM

Kitt looked from Spike to the rest of the crew behind him... "just... dropping in?... " he raised one eyebrow sceptically, turning to an expression of confusion...

"naw i havnt now ya mention it... e' said e' was gonna meet me again... hell i aint complainin... i can get back to working without no cop sniffin around my tail...."

 as if to emphasize his point he swished his tail twice, brushing some of the large amount of coal dust from his jacket like a small shower of black snow...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 27, 2009, 09:49:14 PM

Spike watched Kristrev's tail then looked back up into his eyes. A half smile was strewn on his face before he spoke.

"You said something about a...special shipment that was coming in..." Spike said as if giving a hint to Kristrev.

Spike's gang stood still watching the cat while the barrels of shotguns and Thompsons stuck out the bottom of their overcoats as they blew in the wind that came over from the docks. Spike's eyes wandered back to the fox that sat on the bench then back to Kristrev.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 27, 2009, 11:05:17 PM

Kistrev gave an admiring whistle, eyeing the array of weapons "nice guns ya got boys... just promise not to shoot me, and i wont ave to shoot you..." he smirked, turning back to Spike...
"yeah... i may 'ave said somthin along those lines.... and just for you Boss i had a root around, asked some questions.... and it just so happens i may know what this special shipment is...."
He smirked, oblivious to the heavily armed gang opposite...
"well, i talks to Jake see? and he's pretty high up is Jake, he knows stuff... aaand, turns out the special shipments is a loada weapons... now, nuthin strange about that... we Romano's we bring in most the guns for the gangs, chances are those tompsons ya got came in by boat through the Romanos.... nah, whats strange is just how many weapons it is.... i heard tell from Jake on the Rumours of just how many wepaons it is.... and he measured it in tonnes... and that was just the ammo...."

Kistrev wiped his nose on his sleeve, leaving a dirty smear of coal dust across his face which he didnt bother to remove...

"now, after findin' this out, i rustles about a bit mair... and i finds that this delivery, its goin to the Boss of the Romanos... buuut, it aint for him... no sir-ee it going straight out from him toooo....." Kistrev felt several of the Gang members lean forward expectantly... waiting to hear who was recieving the huge stash of new weapons...
"well thats all i finds out.... it goes to Mr.J Romano... then thats it, its goin someplace else... whoever gets this delivery they's pretty much set to be winning this gang war....."
he sniffed, wiping a sleeve across his nose again, adding to the muck and coal dust on him...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on December 28, 2009, 06:04:52 AM

Shiro had gotten up again. He had remembered one of his goons telling his friend about a heist of weapons in the pier area, and he went to the shadiest spot he could find. Luckily for him, he knew a couple of thugs, having them over at his "shop" multiple times.
"Evening boys... you know, you should hide that a little better next time. Any drunk walking by would notice somethings up.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 28, 2009, 06:07:16 AM

Spike narrowed his eyes. "That don"t make a whole lotta sense to me, Kristrev. I mean, where's the sense in the Romanos supplying their rivals with weapons?" Spike's gang looked at eachother then back at the cat. "But that don't really matter because we're taking them off your hands..." Everyone immediately looked at Spike in surprise at his statement. "Boss...how we gonna do that?" Paul asked. Spike looked back at him. "Easy!...We walk onto the boat and take it." He said, raising his hand. "Shoot anyone that gets in the way." He added. Spike looked at Kitt with a devilish grin. "You're gonna help."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 28, 2009, 11:50:58 AM

Kistrev raised an eyebrow, fixing spike with a stare of incredulity... "me? uh Boss...  i dont see how i.... i mean it dont make much sense to me either, but thats all i know..... and i dont want to part in no hold up.... they find out it was me who helped ya... im dead meat, Mr. J would Probs shoot me himself....." the feline looked obviously worried, his tail flicked side to side, stepping back from Spike subconsciously...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 28, 2009, 10:02:07 PM

Spike raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "You saying you're not going to help?"  Frankie was reaching around into his coat to grab the machine gun. Spke didn't look back to see what he was doing, he kept his eye on Kristre.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on December 28, 2009, 11:11:59 PM

Shiro looked around at the group waiting for the shipment, and decided one more guy couldn't hurt the shipment. He sat in the corner, shadowy and not very apparent. Most of the men forgot he was even there.
Shiro just observed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 29, 2009, 12:23:18 PM

((shiro, the shipment isnt here yet.... it arrives in the night, and will have a lot more than 5 guards  ;) ))


Kistrev took another hesistant step back, looking from Spike, to Frankie and back.... he sighed, folding his arms defiantly... "well.... you got me in a corner 'avn't you?" he shook his head, coal dust falling like snow... "fine.... i 'elp you.... fat lot of good i'l be too ya but fine... i help.... goddamn you...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on December 29, 2009, 07:19:38 PM

((uh, sorry... ill change it.))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 29, 2009, 07:27:40 PM

((no worries man  :3 ))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 30, 2009, 12:41:36 AM

Spike frowned. "Aww c'mon, you shouldn't look at it like that...Think of it more like...what your doing around here. All you're gonna do is empty the load...nothing more, nothing less." Paul and the other wolf grinned. Frankie stood still expressionless, holding the Thompson ready. Spike pulled out a cigar and lit it up. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke. "That ain't all." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He held it forward but pulled it back when kristrev reach to take it. Spike stared into his eyes. "Don't screw this up." He said before holding it forward again, allowing Kristrev to take it.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 30, 2009, 11:21:34 AM

Kistrev watched the cash like a wildcat, eyes following it, he stared back into Spikes eyes and nodded before rifling through the cash, licking his lips nervously...... "yeeeah... dont screw up, i gotcha Boss... you can, ah... count on me.. so to speak..." he rifled through the cash once more, before shoving it into his back pocket, wiping the coal dust off his jacket "well, the shipment comes in Midnight Boss, all the big shipments come in Midnight... so.... what is it ya need me to do?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 30, 2009, 06:40:15 PM

"Meet us back here at midnight...I'll instruct you from there" Spike dropped the cigar on the floor and pressed it out with his shoe. He looked back at Kristrev and gave him a light slap on the cheek. He and his gang then walked past him and back to the car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 30, 2009, 09:06:01 PM

Kistrev set back off towards the piers, whistling... it wasnt until he'd taken around a dozen steps that if finally hit home just what he'd got himself into.... he turned, watching Spike and rest of the gang walk back towards the car... shaking his head he frowned, reaching for the back pocket and wad of cash for reasurance...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on December 31, 2009, 04:37:07 AM

Spike sat in the car with his gang. The engine had not been started and they all look at Spike who kept his hands on the wheel and his lips pressed. "Spike? What you thinkin'?" Frankie asked. Spike maintained his posture and remained silent. Frankie looked back at the two wolves in the back seat as Paul shrugged and shook his head. Spike looked down at the keys dangling in the ignition as he moved his hand to grasp the ball and link chain and twist his wrist to bring the car to life, his lips still pursed and his left hand still firmly grasping the leather lined wheel. There was a low rumble and the car sat in idle. Spike returned back to his previous pose before he spoke. "...He gets out of line...Kill him." Spike pulled the stick into gear and the car pulled off and down the dirt road.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on December 31, 2009, 11:10:52 AM

"hey Kistrev, man where you been?"
Kistrev hauled on one of the thick hemp ropes that lay across the pier
"oh, just gettin some lunch s'all Jake... 'ere ya dont think ya could give me some 'elp 'ere Jake?"
Jake walked over, grabbing the rope and helping Kistrev to pull it back against the weight of the coal crate

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 06, 2010, 06:47:32 AM

"You're seriously considering just walking in there, shootin' the place up and taking the stash!?" Paul asked as the two sat in the small diner on ther corner of 42nd and 5th. Spike chewed on the steak sandwich as he listened. He swallowed before he aswered. "Paul...Do you remember when you and I were taking that German machine gun nest two years ago?" Paul looked down. "Yeah, I remember." Spike pointed his finger. "This ain't no different. Snatch and grab. In, out, clean, done. No more no less." Spike took another bite. "That's it? no way of getting on, getting out, or how to move?" Paul asked, his mouth open. Spike shook his head. "Don't worry, it's been taken care of. Why are you so freaked out about this. You're acting like this is something that's never been done in the history of petty crime!" Paul looked around. "Yeah well I just don't have a good feeling about this one, Spike."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 07, 2010, 12:01:01 PM

Kistrev sat on the pier end, chewing on a pasty, the cold sea spray whipping across his jacket.... the sea fog lay low across the waves, white spray leaping like wolves as the waves crashed in against the pier, another slewth of sea spray crashed over the lone figure.... Kistrev turned at the sound of footsteps, Jake was walking down the pier towards him, before sitting down beside the feline...

"whats d' matter Kistrev? you been real quite recently..."

Kistev looked up and shook his head "s'nuffin Jake... just tired s'all..."

Jake nodded, before standing back up and with one last glance at the feline he turned and walked back down the pier...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 08, 2010, 05:48:12 AM

"What kinda load are we taking about here, boss?" One of the workers asked Spike as he looked at the large truck in the garage of the compound. "I ain't sure...but we gotta be prepared anyway." Spike said as he looked around the inside of the large military style deuce. "We load up the flatbed and drive outta there no later then quater after midnight." A large gang of the lombardi soldiers were arming themselves with machine guns, pistols, and shotguns. They would drive in two cars while Spike was in the truck. Spike checked his watch. "Let's go! We got half an hour before midnight!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 08, 2010, 10:27:45 AM

"Hey Kistrev man, come 'ere!"
Kistrev ran over to Jake and several other Romanos who where huddled around the doorway of one of the pierside depots
"the midnight orders arrivin' early, somthing about having to leave some of the cargo behind or whatever, couldnt quite make it out over the phone... she's comin' in at twenty minutes to midnight, thats five minutes to get everything ready! lets go lads!"

Everyone piled out of the depot, workers climbed the rigging of the dockside cranes, while trucks and forklifts reversed and manouevered amongst the confusion...

"Hey Jake... just how big is this order?"
Kistrev was watching the line of flatbeds rolling into the dock, around twenty of them, all empty...

"god knows Kistrev, we gonna find out when it gets here... i reckon its abooout...."

Jake stopped, as did everyone else... they had caught sight of the shipment..
"Jeezus christ...."

A huge steam ship was slowly making its way into the docks, it was so large that several flotilla piers where having to be pulled and tied into place to allow cargo to be unloaded, the loud ~ca chunk ca chunk~ of the great pistons driving the metal beast reverberated through the piers....

"thats one hellova shipment..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 09, 2010, 07:35:29 AM

Spike and the convoy arrive at the docking gates just quarter to midnight. Paul caught sight of a massive ship in the shipyard. "Whoa...Spike? You think that's the one?" Spike looked forward and up from his seat to see the towering ship that loomed overhead. "I certainly hope not. We'll need a bigger truck!" Spike looked over and noticed the number of empty trucks lined up to take the load. An idea popped into his head. "Maybe not bigger, but atleast more." The convoy stopped and Paul and Spike jumped out of the truck. The two cars were hidden from view while the lombardi flatbed was lined up with the rest of the trucks. "We have to meet Kristrev before we pull this off...This is the biggest heist of our lives gentlement. Don't screw it up. You know what to do."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 09, 2010, 01:18:45 PM

"I'm sorry, but i have a letter of authority here from the downtown police department legalising a full search of this new and unexpected shipment..."
The police officer held out a signed letter, the two Romano dock workers looked from the letter, to each other.... In the next five seconds the Marino Police officer lay across his squad cars bonnet, crimson blood spattered across the gravel....


Kistrev stood near the entrance, helping one of the convoy of trucks reverse across the dock, he was concentrating on the task at hand but still could not swage a roiling, twisting feeling in his stomach, he felt in his pocket, reaching for the wad of cash there... but was it enough? just for money?... he jumped out of his thoughts as the flatbed smashed into a crate, spilling ammunition and packets of who knows what across gravel...

"OI! YA DOCKSIDE RAT! WATCH HOW YA GIVE YER DIRECTIONS AND STOP YOUR DAY'DREAMIN!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 10, 2010, 04:55:35 AM

The group of Lombardi's had already pulled their arsenal from the back trunks of the town cars. While four of them held Tompsons, two held German MG42s, and two more carried shotguns. Spike held the dual Colt .45s on the inside of his jacket holsters. They walked as a group towards the pier where dockhands and guards were unloading. They stopped moving and held their ground. There was a clicking sound as the two wolves holding the MG42s cocked back the levers. The Romano guards looked back and instantly froze in panic once they saw Spike and the firing squad. Without hesitation, the wolves opened fire on the dozens of workers and guards. They continued to fire until their magazines were empty. As barrels smoked and shells littered the ground, Spike looked around. None of the workers were left standing. There was the faint sound of moaning from the dying workers who lay about. Spike walked forward with the gang towards the ship. "Kristrev!....KRISTREV!!!" Spike called out. "I know you're around! Get out here!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 10, 2010, 12:36:43 PM

Kistrev jumped out from behind the forklift truck, clutching an arm in pain and bleeding from the muzzle... "frack.... well what do ya want me to do eh?"

The sound of sirens was already starting to fill the new york night, it seemed that part of the Marino Police force had been on high alert with the unusual shipment... no one trusted the Romanos when it came to sudden and large shipments at the dead of night, and with a Marino officer having not reported in, and sounds of gunfire from the docks... it seemed they had had good reason to be suspiscious....

Several of the trucks that had not managed to yet get into the docks where reversing away, wheels spinning they drove out onto the main road, drivers fleeing while those less fortunate where gunned down... Any other Romano survivors had either fled for the dockside buildings or for boats, Romanos where smugglers and dock hands, not fighters... even theyre guards where just regular dockworkers who volunteered for the extra work...


"frack Spike, this shipments huge... only half of its been unloaded with the cranes... you an' your boys 'd be best gettin what trucks are left and loadin' up what you can... i reckon you can still get away with somre real winnings..... but ya best  hurry, the police is gonna be here in no time..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 10, 2010, 09:02:09 PM

"We load up what we can fit. Then we blow up the ship." Spike's gang nodded and immediately went to work hauling crates into the back of trucks. While Spike's gang was loading up crates, Spike and Paul began to board the large vessel. Spike turned back to Kitt. "C'mon, we got a ship to sink!" With that he turned around and boarded the ship. Paul tossed Spike rolls of TNT and made his way into the operating deck. Once down there, half the ship was filled with weapons. There was enough ammo and guns to win a small war. Paul looked around at all the labeled crates. Rocket launchers, machine guns, ammo, and even artillary. "Spike? You sure you wanna do this?" Spike called back down. "Blow it, Paul! We ain't got time and we ain't leaving none of this to the Romanos!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 10, 2010, 09:15:06 PM

The feline followed behind Spike, staring at the huge containers, walking up to one he pulled off the sheet of paper attatched.... there was a long list of signatures, counter signatures, number and figures including one which intriuged him... "Lt.S.Marino..." he looked to either side before stuffing the paper into his jacket pocket.....

"Hi! you wanna set the explosives below the waterline! you set them above, you get a pretty fireball but no sunken ship!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 10, 2010, 09:19:33 PM

"We know Kitt, We-" Spike's words were cut off from a bullet that barely missed his heas and hit the wall behind him. The crew on the boat we shooting at them. "Get down!" Spike yelled. He pulled out his two pistols and began to fire back. Paul was on the opposite end of the ship climbing the ladder down into the holding area. "Kitt! Take these!" Spike handed him the explosives. "Plant them next to the ammo!" Another bullet shot off Spike's hat. "Go!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 10, 2010, 09:41:23 PM

Kitt ran with the large roll of explosives, he stumbled, losing his grip on the grating of the walkway and fell down beside the ammo, nocking a crate into the side of the hull where it broke open, cartridge cases spilling over the floor... he jumped back to his feet, half crouched as he unrolled the explosives, wedging them in under the largest of the crates labelled as ~rocket, ammo~....

 setting the last of the charges he gave Spike the thumbs up, only to quickly duck back down below the crate, several bullets ricocheting around him... in the dark, the ship crew could only distinguish movement and figures, they would have shot their own mothers in these conditions....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 10, 2010, 09:54:23 PM

"Kitt! Let's get out of here! C'mon!" Spike called out to Kitt. He continued to shoot at the crew memebers. Spike's gun ran out of ammo. He reached into his pocket to only find that he was also out of extra clips. "Gah!" He looked at what he was hiding behind. He smiled and wedged the crate open. He pulled out the .30 caliber browning machine gun. He loaded in a chain of bullets and cocked the weapon. He began to fire. Bullets ripped through the crates and wounded a few of the crewmen. "Kitt, C'MON!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 10, 2010, 09:57:44 PM

One of the crewmen stumbled across the higher walkway, nocking into another crewman who, due to on edge nerves and the darkness, turned and shot the already wounded crewmember in the stomach and shouted out in surprise...

Kitt jumped up, running the distance between the crates and doorway, he jumped down and slid across the gangplank, losing his footing on the pier below and almost falling into the frothing waters below... the sound of sirens where close, and Kitt now knew why... the piece of paper in his jacket, signed, Lit.Marino... the first part of the puzzle... and if they couldnt get out of here before the Marino's arrived... the last part it would seem...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 10, 2010, 10:05:56 PM

The truck engines started and the trucks began to pull away. Spike followed after Paul as they made their escape off the ship while dodging bullets. "Paul, blow it! Now!" Paul pulled out the detonator from inside his jacket. He pushed down the lever and there was a a sudden boom as the gangplank shook below their feet. Water shot up from under them as the hull burst open an fire shot through holes on the deck. They made it onto the pier just before the ship exploded and began to sink into the waters. The low hum of twisting metal filled the air as the ship sank. Spike grabbed onto Kitt and ran after Paul towards they getaway cars.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 10, 2010, 10:09:32 PM

Kitt struggled in Spike's grip... "Boss! leave me here... gonna be suspiscious if i disspear, i god down where i was when you first arrived, the police get here and i can be among the survivors and injured.... you take me with you and i lose me' cover!" he carried on running, still wrestling agaisnt Spikes grip, heat across the back of his neck and the constant groan as the twisted carcass of the ship filled with water...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 10:09:58 PM

Spike let go of Kitt. "Kitt, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Spike asked as his men got into the car. Spike stood with the door to the car open.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 11, 2010, 10:13:46 PM

Kitt stood, torn between two decisions... the sounds of sirens closing in...  a thought hit him... if the police took him in for questioning as a witness... he wouldnt be on their files... he wasnt a citizen, legal or otherwise... the sound of sirens grew louder, along with screeching tires... that settled it... Kitt would rather take a seat with a bunch of gang members than the police...

He ran to the door, jumping into the car... "no i dont know what im doing.."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 10:23:26 PM

Spike put his hat back on, having the bullet hole face the front, and stepped into the car. He sat next to Kitt and the car immediately began to accelerate. The tires screeched as they left the shipyard. Spike lit a cigar and sunk down into the seat. He rubbed his eye with his free hand and looked at Kitt. "So Kitt, are you coming back to the compound to celebrate or are would you prefer to be dropped off somewhere?" Spike asked, chewing on the end of the cigar.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 11, 2010, 10:33:09 PM

Kitt looked to Spike, his Romano dock worker flatcap drawn down low over his eyes... "celebrate?... what have i to celebrate?..." he sighed, looking out of the window of the car, sidewalk zooming past.... "i have nowhere i want to be dropped off..." he pulled out the paper from the cargo hold, with the single signature ~Lt.S.Marino~ ... he looked at it long and hard, thinking....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 10:40:26 PM

Spike looked around the car in confusion. "We pulled of a successful heist, Kristrev, you should be happy." Spike looked down to what Kristrev was holding. "Say, what's that you've go there?" Spike said pointing at the paper in his hands.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 11, 2010, 10:46:10 PM

Kitt sighed, looking up at Spike.. "yeah... we pulled it off..." he handed the paper over... "found it on one of the large crates... s' kinda intersting who signed off for the goods... no wonder the police where onto us so quick... Mr.Marino seems to have struck quite a deal..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 10:51:31 PM

(congrats on making the 300th post!)

Spike took the paper from Kitt and looked it over. He narrowed his eyes. "These weapons were all for Marino?" Spike said, handing the paper over to one of the guards to look at.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 11, 2010, 10:54:21 PM

"well thats what that means... sure it went through a few other people including Mr.Romano himself but yes... the whole dang lot was for Mr.Marino...." Kitt watched as the guards looked the paper over...

((i didnt even realise xD. .... YAY! 300 posts in the commission!  :3 ))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 11:12:17 PM

"Do you think Marino's planning something big? Hmm." Spike looked out the window as the night sky was filled with the distant sound of sirens. "People wouldn't expect much after all, he is the police in this city...But what kind of cop rides around with a rocket launcher?" Spike sighed and rubbed his face. He was tired and all he wanted to do was to see his wife and to put his feet up.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 11, 2010, 11:14:04 PM

"Spike... you gotta family?" the question was unexpected, Kitt looked up at him, flatcap pushed back out of his eyes...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 11, 2010, 11:20:15 PM

Spike was taken off guard by the question. The wolf guard looked up from the paper at Kristrev then quickly back down at the paper as if he'd heard nothing. Spike paused before he answered. "Yeah. I got my wife and my two beautiful children." He looked at kitt. "I'm way too young to be doing this kind of stuff, Kristrev."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 12, 2010, 03:54:56 PM

Kistrev nodded, staring out of the window, as rain started to lash against the glass... "do they know?.... what you do? what lengths you go to, to get food on the table, heat in the house?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 13, 2010, 05:46:12 AM

Spike made a face and looked out the window. "Yes...well, no, not exactly." He heaved a sigh. "I'd rather not talk about that." He took off his hat and wiped his face with his hand. "I'm just trying to do what I can for my family in the most desperate times. I had no idea it would lead to this. I used to be just like you, Kristrev. I had a job that earned nothing. I worked in the lumber yards for forty cents an hour. So what if I made a little extra on the side running arrands for the don? I was tired. I was tired of the way they'd would look at me. I was tired of watching my kids grow hungery. I wanted them to have everything I could give them. I wanted them to go to school so they could grow up smart and give them the things I couldn't have." Spike looked overwhelmed. "I've gone way too far with this one, Kristrev. There ain't no turning back niether...way too deep into the rabbit hole." He sat back in his seat and stared out the window at the passing neon signs.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 13, 2010, 10:27:39 AM

"yeah... i understand... sorry fer... askin' such a, difficult, question boss...." Kistrev sat back as well, sighing, the sidewalk and pedestrians flashing past the window... the car turned off the main road towards the Lombardi compound, rain had started to fall heavily, the driver muttering as the windscreen wipers fought against the onslought of driving water....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 13, 2010, 08:58:32 PM

((I apologize, have been on probation from the computer...))

Shiro pushed the door and rubble that was laying on him off.
"Damn, who were those nuts! Anyone else here alive? Anyone?"
One of the piles of rubble moved a little. Shiro came over and pulled off the bricks that entombed him on the floor.
"Hey, what happened?" The shell shocked stoad asked.
"Someone hit the shipment! We gotta tell Mr. Gambino!"
"There is... was a phone next to the door."
"yeah, I see it. Can you sit?"
"I'll be ok, but I think I broke something..."
Shiro put the Stoat down and called Mr. Gambino.
"Sir! We saw them! The guys who hit the ship! One of ours is injured and we need someone to come pick us up!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 14, 2010, 04:23:59 AM

((Good to have you back, Shiro, but people don't have cell phone's in 1946. Also, I don't know if you know this but Spike(Mr. Gambino) is the one who robbed and blew up the place.))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 14, 2010, 06:36:37 PM

((plus, there isnt that much rubble.... the blast was aboard the ship which sunk... the only debris on the piers is all the wounded or dead dock workers  ;) ))


Kistrev watched as the driver of the car pulled to a halt outside the compound, rain was now battering the concrete of the sidewalk, running a craazy tapdance across the roof of the car....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 14, 2010, 08:09:22 PM

((Heh, glad to be back. First, it's a wall phone, second shiro and the stoat were standing outside, and third, Shiro doesn't know that. He thought that the shipment was Mr. Gambino's. Misunderstanding, but i think i can run with it.))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 15, 2010, 02:24:24 AM

Spike answered his phone. He narrowed his eyes at the one on the opposite end of the call. "Alright, I'll send someone over there." He hung up the phone and looked at the driver. "Did we leave someone behind?" Spike asked. The driver looked surprised and skeptical. "No I don't think so." Spike looked at Kitt. "Let's go." he said, gesturing for Kitt to exit the car. "I need you to go back there and pick up our guys." The driver looked ahead, almost in disbelief in what Spike was telling him to do. He simply nodded. Spike and Kitt exited the car out into the rain and walked towards the compound.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 15, 2010, 04:10:04 PM

Kitt walked out of the car, flatcap pulled down low against the driving rain towards the compound. He walked in through the main door, pulling off his cap and leaning against the wall, a sigh of relief passed his lips....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 15, 2010, 04:19:19 PM

"They are sending someone to get us."
"Urgg!" the stoat said, clutching his leg.
"Lets get that fixed. I just need to call my boys. Did you see who it was?"
"Yeah, but I didn't recognize him. Some Fox guy and a cat."
"Hmm... well my boys will find them whoever they are. I thought we dealt with the competition. That's why all of our boys were guarding the shipment. Dam."
Shiro called his restaurant.
"Tony? This is Shiro."
"Whassup Shiro. You sound ragged."
"Just got out of a bunch of *cough* debris. That shipement that we were informed of just got blown up."
"You mean the one we paid that other gang for?"
"Yeah that one."


(I work for Gambino, and when i was posting before, i said Shiro went and saw some of the Gambino soldiers there, that's why he could have walked into the warehouse with all of them. I am kinda winging it here, trying to come up with an explanation, but i can change it if you guys want.)

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 16, 2010, 07:22:26 AM

Paul drove back to the piers. The wolf looked around for the one who had called Spike once he go there. He tried his best to evade armed guards and police who were already taping the place off. Reporters were starting to flood the place to get a piece of the action, asking officers and witnesses what had just gone down. Paul shrunk down in the seat hoping their man would see the car parked outside the dockyard before the cops did.

((It's fine, Shiro. I'll make this interesting.))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 17, 2010, 01:20:35 AM

"There it is. Come on, we gotta get outta here before the cops get inside."
"There is a sewer back there. It comes out over about there."
"How do you know that?" Shiro asked with puzzlement.
"You don't want to know." The Stoat grinned.
They came out of the sewer a block from the car, and came over to it. Anyone who asked about the leg the stoat had, he had just done it.
"You the guy they sent to pick us up?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 17, 2010, 06:59:50 AM

Paul looked at the supposed man left behind. "Get in the car." The wolf ordered. He looked around Shiro at all the attention the scene was attracting. "Hurry up, we ain't got all day." After everyone piled into the car, Paul sped off down the road and back to the compound. He made a turn off the main road and down several back alleys. He constantly checked his rearview mirror. "Who are you guys anyway?" He asked, looking into their eyes in the mirror.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 17, 2010, 05:02:14 PM

Kistrev stood outside the doors of the Lombardi compound, waiting for Spike as he splashed through the rainwashed sidewalk.... he slid his flatcap back out of his eyes so he could see Mr.Gambino clearly, the rain dripped from the peak of his cap and from just about everywhere else as well...
"well... we pulled it off..... i suppose theres no reason to shoot me is there?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 17, 2010, 05:15:12 PM

Spike walked up beside Kristrev. He laughed. "No, I suppose there isn't." He walked inside with Kristrev. "Kristrev, we now have enough fire power to take down all the other families." They walked into the building up to a pair of double doors. From behind them there was music, laughter, and loud chatter. Spike opened the doors and all the major players of the Lombardi family were together in one room. Spike walked in, a wolf guard watched Kristrev come in behind Spike and closed the doors behind them.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ho'ne Diheart on January 17, 2010, 07:17:33 PM

At Moretti's Mansion Jericho waits for a phone call from the Don. Another job well done. RING RING The phone rang. "Hello?" Jericho answered "The job is done?" "Yes, the job is done Sir. Not one I blew him up, I sunk the ship down as well." "Good. Your next assignment is on the table. Get it done." The phone hanged up. "One of these days, I'll get you Don" as he walks out to his next assignment.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 17, 2010, 09:07:13 PM

Kistrev sighed, following behind Spike through the compund "yes you do Boss.... yes you do..." As they walked through the double doors Kistrev instantly felt out of place in the large room of Lombardi members, in his Romano flatcap and waxed jacket, there was no denying he was a dock worker.... following behind Spike he attempted not to meet anyones eyes or draw too much attention to himself...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 17, 2010, 10:56:52 PM

"You should know who I am, I run the joint up over the market. The stoat, I don't know."
"I'm just a grunt. Not very important in the scheme of things."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 18, 2010, 01:19:46 AM

Paul didn't say much as he drove. He didn't say much at all. Spike was waiting back at the compound for their arrival. As Paul drove, he concluded that he wasn't being followed and got back onto the main road. It was pouring rain, and water splashed against the wind shield. He drove through the gates into the compound and around to the back of the main housing building. Frankie was on break, as usual, having a smoke under the dim light next to the rear door. Paul stopped the car in front of Frankie and got out, gesturing for the two in the car to follow. He greeted the smoking tiger with a handshake and walked in through the doors.

Meanwhile, Spike had walked through the party of Lombardi players to the back kitchen. They walked past chefs, janitors, and young kids who were hired and thought they could get away with sitting on the job. They immiediatly got back to work when Spike had walked in. Ensuring Kitt was following close behind, they walked through the kitchen and into the back storage room filled with crates, meat hangers, a small desk and empty wooden chair. The small storage room was deserted. The desk and wall were littered with papers and held a small typewriter that kept track of shipment documents. the person who sat at the desk hadn't been gone for too long as a cup of coffee sat on the edge of the table still steaming. Spike took a seat and gestured for Kitt to take a seat on one of the crates.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 18, 2010, 04:04:31 PM

Kitt sat on one of the crates, paws deep in his jacket pockets... he was unsure exactly what was going to happen next, nervously twitching his tail he waited for whatever Spike was waiting for...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ho'ne Diheart on January 18, 2010, 08:00:14 PM

Jericho exists out of the mansion and sees his Catty friend waiting for him at his ride. "Are we ready to go?" asked his feline friend. Why am I paired with this clown? Jericho wondered, then barked at Johnny "Just get in the car". As soon as Jericho got in the car, he opened up the enveloped containing his next mission. As usual, it involves taking someone out. Jericho looked at the details of his new assignment. New competition in the drug trafficking business and they want me to take out a certain group....nothing new. "Johnny! Head down town. We are giving a 'welcome to the neighborhood' party to our new friends"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 19, 2010, 05:26:38 AM

The door to the storage room swung open. Paul and the ones he picked up walked inside. Spike lit a cigarette and looked at them from his seat. Paul gave Frankie a nod from inside before closing the door to the storage room. The wolf stood next to the door and crossed his arms. Spike stood up and pulled the cigarette out from his lips. He exhaled smoke in front of Shiro and looked him in the eye. "Well...you must be the ones who called." He said, taking another drag and narrowing his eyes.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 19, 2010, 05:06:46 PM

Kitt lit up a nip rollup, blowing smoke out to the side he watched the newcomers with slight disinterest... though.... he did want to find out what was going on here, he had nothing else to do... wasnt like he had a family to go to... he sighed, taking another drag....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ho'ne Diheart on January 21, 2010, 04:04:47 AM

As soon as Jericho and Johnny got to down town, Jericho realized something "That idiot Don forgot to give us the exacted location!" cursing at the Don. "I don't think you should call the boss that." remarked Johnny. "Shut up Johnny! Just let me think!" after awhile Jericho thought of something "Johnny we need a rat"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 21, 2010, 09:06:33 PM

Shiro helps the Stoat to a crate.
"Yeah thats us. Why the heck were we attacked? This is gonna start a war. Good thing you guys came when you did. The boys i saw there were cleaning up the mess when the ship came in. Seemed like nice boys, and on our side none the less. Then, these guys ran into the area where we were waiting for the ship to deliver to Mr. Gambino, and wiped the floor with us. Something hit my head, and I woke up in rubble. Could someone please tell me what is goin' on here?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 21, 2010, 10:58:20 PM

Spike laughed. "Yeah. We robbed the shipment." He pulled a cigar out from his coat pocket and struck a match against the box. He lit up the cigar and shook the match out before flicking it away. He looked at Shiro and then at the stoat. "I know that the possibility of war are and it was inevitable. All I am doing is essentially buying more time here. Yes, killing eveyone at the dock..." He remembered who he was speaking to, "well mostly everyone anyway, was a neccessary action." He puffed on the cigar. "What are your names?" He asked.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 21, 2010, 11:04:15 PM

Kitt squirmed internally at the mention of 'killing everyone on the dock'.. he was not the most loyal Romano member, not by a long shot... but still, they had been the only friends he had.... the only... family... sighing he took a drag on the nip roll up, exhaling deeply and shaking slightly... it seemed what had happened was only just hitting home, and the wad of cash in his pocket was no longer feeling so comforting....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 23, 2010, 06:55:15 AM

Paul stood next to the door. While Spike was talking he slowly moved his hand into his inside pocket and pulled out a Colt pistol. He cocked the hammer back and crossed his hand over the other that held it in front of him at waist level. If and when Spike gave the order, he was ready.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 25, 2010, 05:15:46 AM

*They killed them?*
Shiro and the stoat flashed a look.They were in hot water.
"I'm Shiro. You should have recognized me, or at least your boys that come and bang the girls at my restaurant."
Shiro knew his magnum was still in his pocket, but he was cool. Don't set off any alarms. If he did, he would be one dead duck... or Fox in this occasion.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 25, 2010, 05:58:20 AM

Spike looked up past Shiro at Paul. The wolf was shaking his head. "Right." Spike said, looking down. "I think I'm startin' to remember yous guys." He leaned forward and stared Shiro in the eyes. "But what the hell are you doing down at those docks?" His voice was dark. Spike glanced down into Shiro's coat pocket, spotting the shiny frame on the handle of his weapon. He looked back up at Shiro.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 26, 2010, 05:53:48 AM

Shiro noticed the look, and relaxed a little. But it was only a fraction.
"I went for a walk on the docs, and the boys there did a bad job of hiding the fact they were waiting there. I went to check on them. As one of Mr. Gambino's soldiers, its my job."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 26, 2010, 06:48:48 AM

Spike narrowed his eyes and stood back up straight. "Yeah...I suppose it is." He sat back down on the chair and took another drag of the cigar. He reached over the table and wrote something down on the back of a shipping document. At the same time, the door swung open and Frankie stepped in from outside. He stood next to Paul at the door and crossed his arms. Spike didn't look up. When he finished writing the note he slid it over towards Kitt and looked back at Shiro. He stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh. "I just don't understand how you weren't killed."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 26, 2010, 05:11:02 PM

Kitt took the shipping document, he read over Spike's scrawled note, then folded it up and nonchalant slid it into his jacket pocket as if was of no concsequence or importance. He looked over Shiro and the other, he recognised both from the docks on several occasions. Tipping back his Romano flatcap he took an excessively deep drag on his nip rollup, coughing twice, loudly before stubbing out the smouldering joint.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 26, 2010, 08:01:09 PM

Spike looked back at Kitt then back at Shiro and the stoat. He drew his pistol and pointed it point blank in Shiro's face. Paul quickly did the same, aiming his weapon to the back of Shiro's head. Out of surprise, Frankie drew a shotgun that was behind a crate and aimed at the stoat. "You're a goddamn cop ain't you!?" Spike exclaimed, pressing the barrel against Shiro's forehead.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 26, 2010, 08:43:10 PM

Kitt drew his own revolver from his jacket, it seemed everyone was drawing guns and anyway, what was the point in having a gun if you never use it he mused. Cocking the hammer of the chunky pistol back he layed it across his lap, gripping it tightly he watched the processions with slight amusment, as if a spectator... this was Moretti and Lombardi problems, not his...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 27, 2010, 05:04:06 AM

Shiro was unfazed.
"You wanna check with my boss? I can't vouch for the stoat, i just found him in the rubble. Still, if I was a cop, would i have the cuban contraband cigars in my left breast pocket? Or the scar across my palm where I was initiated? I guess i am just lucky."
Shiro leaned back.
"If i was a cop, I wouldn't have had you guys tailed. It would be stupid. Sending in a bunch of grunts into a big a mafia stronghold? Riiiight."
Shiro looked behind him.
"Anyway... before you shoot me, why don't you call the restaurant. The Fisherman's Market racket. That's my joint."
The stoat looked increasingly nervous especially with the gun at his head.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 27, 2010, 05:23:18 AM

Spike kept the gun pointed. "I'm the boss here. I run the place. Nothing happens unless I say so! If you work for Mr. Gambino, ME, then you'd better get your story straight." He looked up at Frankie. "Call the Fisherman's Market and ask about this guy." Frankie nodded and walked over to the phone on the wall. He began to dial and put the phone to his ear. "Yeah, it's Frankie. Gimme the man in charge...He ain't there?...What's the guy's name?...Uh huh...Ok then." He hung up the phone and walked back over. "Yeah...He's legit." Spike looked at Shiro and lowered his gun. Paul did the same. He took a step to the side and pointed his gun at the stoat. "Who the hell are you?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 27, 2010, 03:18:38 PM

The stoat stuttered.
"I-I-I'm with h-h-him" He said pointing at Shiro.
"What? No you're not! I saw you under a bunch of rubble." Shiro said
Sirens sounded. Police sirens.
"Frack.."
Shiro punched the stoat's lights out.
"If we are gonna deal with these guye, then I better call my boys for backup."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 27, 2010, 04:25:27 PM

Kitt watched the ensuing confusion, one paw tight around his revolver he sat quietly, unsure what to do... taking the opportunity to look over the shipping document again he looked to the signature.. 'Mr.Marino'... head of the police force and boss of the Marino family... what had he wanted with an order of so many weapons? and why had he gone to Mr.J Romano for them?... shaking his head Kitt cocked the revolver, looking from Spike to the Stoat...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 29, 2010, 07:14:45 AM

Spike listened to the approaching sirens. "No. Don't call for anyone." He looked back out into the kitchen where staff went about their usual business. "Fuzz ain't got no reason to be here." Spike looked back at Frankie and Paul. "Get the men. Deal with the cops. Don't fire unless fired upon. If they got a warrant. Stall em." He looked at Shiro and Kitt. "You two, take care of that one." He gestured to the unconcious stoat.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 29, 2010, 04:03:25 PM

Kitt walked over to the stoat and pulled back the hammer with a loud ~chick~... aiming between the unconscious figures eyes he squeezed the trigger slightly.... he really hated cops...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 30, 2010, 03:46:07 AM

"No, if he is a stool pigeon, we gotta keep him alive. He could be working for someone else, or he could be the fuzz."
Shiro threw the unconsious stoat over his shoulder.
"Come on. I'll buy you a drink if we make it outta here. Is there a back door?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 30, 2010, 11:44:10 AM

Kitt stowed the revolver back into his jacket, pushing the brim of his flatcap down with a slight sigh of relief... he was secretly glad Shiro had stepped in.. killing was not somthing Kitt had in inclination to do, cop, or no cop....

"i dunno... i dont work here, im a Romano dock worker 'ent i? what'rya askin' me for?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 30, 2010, 03:29:01 PM

Spike looked back at Shiro and Kitt. "You came through the back door, Shiro." He said hurrying to pry off shipping tags from several crates in the room.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 30, 2010, 10:14:04 PM

"Got it. Come on."
He opened the door, out and away from the house.
"Let's go to my place. I know a shortcut."
He smiled. How cliche.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 30, 2010, 10:16:29 PM

Kitt followed Shiro out of the door watching him suspisciously.... "where is your place may i ask?"... he tightened his grip on the revolver in his jacket, never hurt to be carefull...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 30, 2010, 10:21:34 PM

"The market. Not too far from here. One sec..."
He jumped into an alley, looking for something. Finding it, it being a door, he knocked on it. An older fox vixen poked her head out.
"SHIRO! What are you doin' here sweetie? I've been paying my rent, and all the girls are out of troub..."
"Matron, I ain't here for your dough, i need a shortcut to the store."
"By all means. Who's your friend?"
"Hehe, just a friend."
He motioned for the cat to follow him.
"Hanging with me, you'll find I have friends all over the place. Better than bumping people off."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 30, 2010, 10:34:41 PM

Kitt followed Shiro through the door, nodding respectfully to the vixen as he passed...
"i dont enjoy killing... it just happened that other people have tried to kill ME a lot in the past few weeks... and its starting to get on my nerves... i just wanna work, send my money to my family in europe..."

he stopped suddenly... he hadnt meant to let that slip....

 "my parents migrated here, i was born in New York o' course.... im no immigrant, just sending money to distant relations is all..." his grip on the revolver increased, sweat sliding down the gun... if he wasnt more carefully blabbing that kinda stuff around would get him deported back to SLovakia... or worse...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 31, 2010, 04:00:52 AM

Spike was franticallu trying to finish prying off all of the shipping tags as he could. He had them in a pile on the floor. He picked them up and carried them all into the kitchen. He looked around for a place to dispose of them. He looked through the window as cops began to enter through the gates into the compound. He quickly stuffed them into a pot of steaming soup and ran back into ther storage room and burst through the back doors. Frankie was walking over to the cars while Paul was rushing to get them men together should a firefight occur. Spike looked at the three truckloads of weapons that lay on the step near the back doors. He had no paperwork for any of these nor a way of hiding them. He would have to hope for a miracle.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on January 31, 2010, 06:12:10 AM

"Kid, you don't need to tell me your life story. If you aren't trying to kill me, you're as close to a friend as i'll get. Come on, its right here. Thank you again, Matron"
She nodded.
Shiro opened the door to his office, telling a very buff looking Otter to throw him in the back for questioning. He then sat down in his chair behind his desk.
"Ahhhhh...well what are you doing standing up like that. Have a seat"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on January 31, 2010, 09:36:45 AM

Kitt sat down in the offered seat, his grip on the revolver relaxing slightly. He felt awkward sitting in the office wearing dock workers clothes with someone he had just met, pulling off his flatcap he sighed, leaning back and watching Shiro carefully...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on January 31, 2010, 07:15:25 PM

Frankie approached the first police car at the scene. "Whoa what the hell are you guys doin'!?" A panther stepped out of the car and pushed him aside. "We are under the suspicion that this adress is harbouring illegal immigrants, weapons, and controlling several gambling rackets across the city." He said walking past. Frankie narrowed hois eyes and stepped in front of him. "Let's see a warrant." The panther stopped and looked at Frankie. "We don't need a warrant for searching the Lombardi compound. The supreme court even knows you have what we're looking for." Frankie burst out laughing. "Execpt you do." The panther looked back at his accompanying officers. Frankie was quickly arrested. The panther made his way up to the front door of the main building while other officers ran around back.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 01, 2010, 04:49:19 AM

Shiro turned on the radio.
"Well well well... lets see if their plan worked out."
He looked at the cat.
"You can take your hand offa your revolver. If I was gonna kill you, you woulda been dead a while ago. Were all friends here. What's you're name anyway?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 01, 2010, 03:56:21 PM

Kitt took his hand away from his revolver slowly, watching Shiro turn on the radio... "My names Kistrev Szabo... most just call me Kitt.... and your name?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 01, 2010, 08:09:49 PM

"Hehe, guess you weren't paying attention back there. It's Shiro, by the way."
He turned the knob.
"Bah, nothing on the radio..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 01, 2010, 08:41:00 PM

"i cant say i took much interest in what was going on... this business is between Spike and the Marino family.... i am Just Mr.Gambino's.... assosciate" he watched in silence as Shiro searched through the radio frequencies, looking around the office he admired the upholstery thinking about his own dingy apartment.... he had decided on what to do with some of that money Spike had given him....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 02, 2010, 05:31:55 AM

The officer taking point at the back door gestured for his men to follow. He knocked twice. "Police! Open up or-" The cop's words were cut off by a large hole being blown through the door and almost immediately blowing a hole clean through the police officer. He fell back to the ground while his men drew their weapons. Spike waited behind the door, smoke billowing out the end of his shotgun as he listened. The fox nodded over to one of his men who was kneeling next to the door. He nodded back and pulled the pin on a grenade before tossing it through the large bullethole Spike had made. The police outside froze as they saw the explosive tumble out and land at the feet of their dead comrad. It went off, blowing the door off and sending shrapnel in all directions, severely wounding the majority of the police outside the door.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 02, 2010, 06:13:03 AM

"So you work for that dirty old codger too, eh? Well, he is the one backing me. At least one of his family are. I just met him, with you."
A cheetah came in through the door.
"Beggin' yer pardun, sirs. They's been a huuuuge explosin over at the Gambino's house, sir."
"Thanks Charlie."
He looked at Kitt.
"Well, looks like we wait it out here..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 02, 2010, 04:12:41 PM

"yeah.. i work for him, in a manner of speaking...."
He looked up only momentarily at the cheetah, before pulling out a rollup...
"well... i'm ready to wait..."
he blew a string of dark smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching SHiro closley...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 02, 2010, 04:39:16 PM

Shiro pulls out one of his cuban cigars and lights it.
"Well, stay as long as you want. You want me to send one of my girls in while we wait?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 02, 2010, 05:09:21 PM

Kitt shrugged, taking another drag on the rollup... "do wah'dever ya want... " he smirked, pushing back his flatcap out of his eyes....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 02, 2010, 08:10:42 PM

He smirked.
"I'll send Justine in... And leave you two alone..."
He left and closed the door.
"Justine! You got a customer, my office. Try not to make a mess. I am going to find out what the heck is going on."
A voluptuous feline nodded and went into the office.

(I am not playing her, so Kitt, have some fun)

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 02, 2010, 09:30:09 PM

Justine walked into the office, hips swaying before closing the door slowly behind her. She looked over to Kitt who had stubbed out his rollup and was watching her with a raised eyebrow... The door of the office closed with a quiet ~click~ as she walked over to him...

"so.... why dont ya tell me, 'bout ya'self?"

Putting one finger to her lips he smiled devilishly... "I'm an imoral, illegal, immigrant... what more can i say?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 03, 2010, 01:09:17 AM

There was the sound of tires screeching. Soldiers and police fired in all directions. Spike was still inside the storage room. He got hold of a Thompson and took off into the kitchen. Chefs and party goes were in a state of panic and confusion. They kept low to the ground while bullets shattered windows and burst through the walls. Spike and Paul ran up and burst through the door guns blazing. At the same time, Spike was jumbling though his keys to find the set that belonged to his car. He kept his finger on the trigger and while he and Paul ran over to his car. He opened the door and Paul got in on the other side. "C'mon let's get the hell outta here!" The tires spun and threw up dirt as the car took off out of the gates, plowing through a road block, and down the road.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 03, 2010, 04:57:47 AM

Shiro finished dialing the phone. Looks like he was gonna have to call in a favor... to save his boss, no less.
"Hey Lenny? Yeah it's me... yeah i need a favor... what? I was the one who got you into that police captain's chair... yeah... yeah... yeah, it's that guy you are chasing... shot someone?... ok, i'll send over some of my boys so that they can get caught... yeah... ok... yeah get you're boys off my boss's tail... yeah... yeah we are square... bye."
He hung up and looked over at Charlie.
"He's gonna be fine. I got a business to run. Make sure the cat in there gets home safely. Give him a farewell present. In cash, maybe... 100? 200? You know. The routine we pull on the rich guys."
"You got it boss."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 03, 2010, 05:31:01 AM

"I think we lost them." Paul turned to look forward in the passenger seat. Spike put the car into fourth gear. "What were cops doing at the compound anyway? Do you know how screwed we are when they find all the weapons from the heist?" Paul wiped his face with his hand. "Yeah...So were do we go?" Spike looked at Paul. "...The only place I know is safe...Mom's house." Paul made a face but Spike didn't say anything. "I'll drop you off outside Marty's and you call Kitt, find out where he is." Paul nodded. "Okay, what about that Shiro guy and the stoat?" Spike waved his hand to stop Paul from speaking. "Ug-uh-er, no. Just call Kitt and we're picking him up. Don't worry about the stoat and Shiro. They're probably the reason the cops showed up. The guy showed up outta no where, claims to work for me, and leaves with my informant. No, we're picking up the cat and going to my mom's house to figure out this whole god-awful filthy mess."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 03, 2010, 08:51:10 PM

Shiro went into the back room where the stoat was. He was sitting in a chair, good cop bad cop style.
"Hello, my friend. Awake now?"
The stoat nodded.
"Good...  now tell me what you were doing at the warehouse last night..."
"I was he-e-elping the b-b-boys unload the shipment... for Mr. Marino..."
"Ahh... now I know you are lying... that shipment wasn't for Mr. Marino, it was for Gambino..." smiling internally at the lie.
"Yeah, that was the guy... i never knew who it was i was working for, yesee, Mr. Gambino sent the boys down there to pick up the crates... from the dock..."
Shiro knew this guy was a cop.
"Really. Ok."
He walked around the counter and banged his right leg lightly. A second after he hit, the stoat howled in pain.
"YOU HIT MY BUSTED LEG!!"
"I'm sorry, that wasn't the right answer... you busted you're left leg underneath that board."
He growled.
"Now talk..."
He spilled...
He was the cop, he had them tail him, and he was responsible.
"Well, since you told me the truth, I will let Gambino decide if  you are to live."
The stoat was knocked out again.
"Call Mr. Gambino's Mom's. That is where he would be. Tell him Kitt is here, and that the stoat is a cop."
Charlie the ferret nodded, and left to make the call.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 04, 2010, 05:21:26 PM

Kitt and Justine walked out of SHiro's office, the latter buttoning up her close fitting shirt and brushing back her long silken hair. Kitt closed the door behind them as he pulled back on his jacket, leaning against the doorframe he caught Justines eye and smirked...
"until next time my sweet"
Justine kissed him lightly across the cheek as she finished sweeping back her hair...
"until next time, my feline immigrant..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 05, 2010, 06:02:49 AM

Spike was standing outside Marty's Malt Shop. He leaned against the hood of his black Ford as he stood beneath the dim street light while Paul crossed the street over to the payphone to call Shiro's. Spike lit a cigarette and watched late night snackers leave the small diner in the late night before they wandered down the road. Spike watched and waited for Paul as he dialed Shiro's racket.

The phone began to ring.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 05, 2010, 06:10:19 AM

Shiro went over to the phone, after motioning to kit that it was probably their boss.
The ferret answered.
"Hullo! Fine Fresh Market place, the place for the...."
He looked at Shiro.
"It's for you boss."
He handed him the phone.
"So, how is everything? I hope you're boss liked that I called the cops off. Had to call in a big favor for that little number"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 05, 2010, 04:16:23 PM

Kitt looked over to Shiro, only half interested, his attention was focused entirely on Justine...
"so.... im gonna be goin' soon... but, i got an apartment... an' a good income..."
she opened her mouth, one eyebrow raised dubiously, he put a finger to her lips handing over fifty dollars from the wad Spike had payed him with...
"you just think about it hun... even if ya dont wanna come roun'... tha' moneys on me, for such a great experience eh?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 06, 2010, 07:52:34 PM

"I don't have time to talk long. Everything's fine. Thanks. We're coming over, Shiro." Paul said into the phone before hanging it up. He walked out of the phone booth and back across to the street to the Ford. Spike flicked his cigarette away. "Wha'd he say?" He asked. Paul looked back at Spike. "Nothing much." Spike got into the car after Paul. Spike started the engine and pulled away from the curb to the market.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 09:21:45 AM

Kitt turned to Shiro, tail flicking happily... "so... wha's goin' on then? som'thin about Spike?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 07:38:53 PM

"They are coming over to check up on you. Don't worry. Looks like the favor I called in worked."
He looked at Kitt.
"You like Justine? She seems to like you alot..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 07:43:41 PM

Kitt smirked, leaning on the office desk...
"who couldnt like a darlin' like that eh?... plus she's the first gal not to mind me bein' an eastern europeaner.... most... most dun like that kinda guy... beats me why..."
he watched Shiro curiously, pushing his flatcap back out of his eyes...
"how you know she 'seem ta like me alot'?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 07:47:09 PM

"Well, she lighted up a little when she saw you. Much more so than any of the other clients she has had." he bent his head a little.
"If you want her, you can have her. She is getting a little too old for the business. She could use someone stable, and you look the part."
He winked, while grinning
"Plus she likes you"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 07:53:45 PM

"Someone stable?"
Kitt laughed, pulling out a dead looking rollup and lighting it with difficulty while still laughing...
"seriously? you jokin'... i work at the docks downtown, i also work with Mr.Gambino in all this bull**** with the gangs..."
He paused, taking a deep drag on the rollup, thinking...
"though... what i been doin' late, it payed well... and i need somthin' to spend the money on, other than fambly back home... i reckon, if i sell the old apartment.... i could have enough, ta get a new one, a nice place... no stinking hellhole like where i live now...."
He looked up at Shiro, a light dawning in his eyes...
"you reckon she would? cos i think i got enough... i mean, we wouldnt have much left after we get the place, but goddamit it would be a good place..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 07:55:43 PM

Shiro grinned.
"Well, don't think I wouldn't send one of my girls off without some cash. You know..."
He looked at Justine, who was sneaking looks at Kitt.
"yeah... you are perfect to each other."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 07:59:18 PM

Kitt looked up at Justine, stubbing out the rollup in an ash tray absent mindedly... then looked back at Shiro...
"well... ya know no one ever said that before...."
He looked back to Justine...
"i reckon we gotta talk 'bout it... gettin' the apartment could take time... sellin' the old one wont be easy neither... Shiro... you one of the best guys a feline could know.."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 08:03:09 PM

Shiro shrugged.
"Eh, it's nothing. I am living on a layer of Favors, so i guess I can do some for some people."
He looked around proud at his establishment.
"I love this place. I am one of the only things keeping it afloat."
He shook his head.
"But there I go being Nostalgic... You better get ready, cause the Boss l' be here pretty soon. I'll make sure Justine has no more 'customers'."
He patted Kitt on the shoulder.
"Glad to be a friend. A little earlier you would have shot me on sight. But it seems I am a little bit of a softy after all."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 08:07:01 PM

Kitt looked around as Shiro spoke, wondering just what it was like to own a whole place like this, to say that you where the founder the maker, the keeper... he smiled warmly...
"you doin' a good job man, this place, this place is lucky to have a guy like you..."
he smirked, pulling out the revolver...
"truth be told, this gun never been fired at a'nuther person... i wouldna shot you.... you called my bluff..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 08:11:43 PM

Shiro smiled.
"Guess my gambit worked out... otherwise I would be a coat pretty soon." He looked down at his fox fur.
"Well it's nice to know people like you still exist. You are welcome here at any time."
He waved his hand.
"Heck, i'll even throw in a job if you are down on you're luck. Nothing illegal, of course."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 08:15:31 PM

"thank you for your hospitality... and if ever you need somthing, i can see that you get it straight from the docks, no haggling, no trading... straight from the ship, no matter what it is.. legal, or even better, illegal..."
he smirked, watching Shiro...
"you would have made a nice coat, maybe i should have shot you.."
he laughed, sliding the revolver back into the safety of his jacket inner pocket...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 07, 2010, 08:17:25 PM

Shiro laughed.
"Well I had better send out the welcome wagon for the Boss. Go tell Justine she is on break."
He went outside, to wait for the Boss's Car.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 07, 2010, 08:32:37 PM

Kitt nodded, standing up and walking off to find justine... it didnt take long, she was leant against a corridor wall having a sly smoke...
"uh... Shiro says your on break"
She looked up, before quickly looking back down at her tail suddenly intimately engrossed with the shine of her fur...
"thanks Kitt... erm..."
she paused, an uncertain silence falling between them...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 08, 2010, 08:13:22 PM

Brrr....
"Its as cold as frack out here. Wonder where the boss is."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 10, 2010, 05:33:28 PM

"so Justine... i was just wanting to ask you somthing..."

Justine looked up from combing her thick brown hair...
"go on hun"

Kitt rubbed the back of his neck worriedly... now or never...
"well... i got some money together...aaand... i was just wondering..."

Justine frowned slightly, setting the comb down onto a small table...
"wondering what?"

"well... i was just wondering... ugh, why is it so hard to say!?"

Still frowning Justine kissed him on the cheek
"because if everything in life was easy... where would be the challenge?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 11, 2010, 04:23:17 AM

The black ford rolled up against the street curb. The engine was killed and the lights died. A door on the passenger side opened. The wolf had stepped out first, putting his hat back on while the other door opened. Spike stepped out and lit up a cigarette. He exhaled the smoke and looked around, slamming the driver's door closed behind himself. The market was quiet. He spotted Shiro hanging out beside the doors. Spike looked over at Paul and gestured him over. Spike walked up to Shiro. "Thanks." He said while straightening his tie as if the whole ordeal with the fuzz had somehow knocked it out of place. "Good to see youz again."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 11, 2010, 04:25:49 AM

"Glad to see you in one piece. Come on in. Drinks are on me..."
He walked into the parlor, motioned to the Bartending Wombat, and pulled into a back corner.
"So how did it go?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 11, 2010, 04:33:54 AM

Spike took a seat in the dim lit booth near Shiro's corner. Paul took a seat at the bar made small talk with the bartender. "Not very well." Spike said, pulling off his hat and slicking back his red fur on his head. "One cop dead, thousands of dollars in stolen weapons probably siezed, more damage to the compound, and one big investigation chewin' on my rear end...How are things wit' you?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 11, 2010, 04:39:50 AM

He looked over his shoulder at the bartender.
"Well...i just saved my boss from certain death, found out the cop who sold them to us, and just hitched a cat..."
He stopped.
"The only thing I don't got is a couple k to fix up the family."
He smiled.
"Of course there are always my connections, but hey. You are family, therefore we always help each other."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 11, 2010, 05:05:00 AM

Spike laughed. "Being the don isn't as easy I thought it'd be." He wiped his face with his hand. He looked up and around. He fixed on the bartender and pointed. "JD?" The bartender nodded and reached down. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and walked out to the table to where Spike was sitting. He put the bottle down in front of the fox and placed down two shot glasses. He walked away. Spike took hold of the bottle and twisted it open. "Care to join me?" He said, gesturing to the empty shot glass and then just remembered why he was there. He looked around. "Where's that cat!?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 11, 2010, 06:00:34 AM

Shiro frowned.
"He is in the back, probably talking to his girlfriend. He is ok, maybe a little lovestruck..."
He tilted his head.
"Sure... but from my store..."
The wombat came over with a shot of Shiro's Vodka.
"Don't forget this is my shop. Kitt should be along shortly..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 11, 2010, 06:07:08 AM

Spike smiled and nodded. "I haven't forgotten." He raised his glass and took a shot, making a face. Spike leaned forward. "I also believe there's someone you came back here with...other than Kitt I mean." He said before refilling his glass.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 11, 2010, 05:18:25 PM

Kitt walked through to the bar, seeing Shiro and Spike sat down he walked over and sat at a seat beside them... nodding to Spike he pulled out a hip flask of SLivovica, ignoring the vodka and took a deep swig...

"hey Boss... glad to see your alive after that mess up..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 11, 2010, 08:21:18 PM

"Him? He is in the back room. He was a cop. Didn't have any of the right answers. You are boss, so he is waiting for you."
He drank a little out of his bottle.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 11, 2010, 08:42:00 PM

Kitt nodded to Shiro, taking another swig from his hipflask he listened to the conversation with little interest.. his thoughts on more, feline and femenine subjects... that and the fact he would have to get some more Slivovica soon enough...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 12, 2010, 05:09:06 PM

He paused.
"If it is money you are looking for, i can get you some." he smirked "that is my job after all."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 12, 2010, 05:58:08 PM

Kitt looked up at Shiro, downing another swig... "sorry, but i couldnt accept it.... i got quite a bit from Spike doin' business... and if i sell off the old apartment... i reckon i got a fair amount... already got me'self a car... and s'long as i keep work at the docks... i reckon we could do fine..." he sighed, going through the mental calcualations again, which was quite hard having already drunk half a hip flask of Slivovica...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 12, 2010, 08:24:15 PM

Shiro looked confused for a sec.
"Sorry kitt, i wasn't talking to you. Plus, i allready offered. It's Spike here that i was offering to lend a hand to as well."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 12, 2010, 08:25:46 PM

Kitt took another swig from the SLivovica... "oh..sorry man, easy mistake to make...." he leant back in his chair, listening to Shiro and Spikes conversation with only slight interest...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 13, 2010, 10:41:39 PM

Spike glared at Shiro. "I ain't here for your money..." His gaze shifted to Kitt. "I'm here for him." He pointed at the cat. "Now if there's a cop in the back room then I gotta deal with him before I can deal with you and Kristrev." He slid out of the booth seat and stood up. Paul looked over from the bar and quickly got up as well. Spike lit up a cigarette and looked down at Shiro. "C'mon, let's get this over with."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 13, 2010, 10:57:21 PM

Shiro stood up.
"Fine by me. Follow me."
He lead them into a poorly lit back room, where the cop was tied onto a chair.
"There. He is all yours boss."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 13, 2010, 11:07:55 PM

Spike looked down at the stoat and smiled. "Well. It's good to see you again." He laughed. Spike pulled up a wooden chair from a corner and pulled up in front of the stoat. He sat in it backwards and stared the stoat in the eyes. There was an amused smile on Spike's face while smoke billowed from the cigarette that hung out of the right corner of his mouth. Paul walked into the doorway and whispered to Shiro. "It's best you stayed in here with Spike...make sure he don't burn nothing like the last cop."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 13, 2010, 11:09:05 PM

Shiro wispered back.
"I have heard of his reputation, and that mirror back there is a two way mirror. If anything goes on, my boys will fix it."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 13, 2010, 11:14:13 PM

Spike puffed smoke in the stoat's face while he squirmed in the chair. Spike took off his hat and his jacket. He tossed them to the side. He leaned back towards Shiro and Paul. "Youz guys can either stay in or out. Choose one and close the door."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 13, 2010, 11:40:29 PM

Shiro closed the door.

(You interrogate the stoat... i want to make his answers fit, and i don't tink i can get the right explanation

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 13, 2010, 11:47:42 PM

Spike leaned forward in the chair and looked at the stoat. "So you're the filthy cop who's been chewing on my rear for the last little while, huh?" The fox exhaled smoke and looked around the room.

The stoat made a muffled sound and squirmed in the chair. Spike looked over at a radio on a small table at the side of the room. He reached over and picked it up before he began to play around with the dials. Music began to play out of it and Spike smiled. He put it back on the table and looked back at the cop who was still muffling behind the sock in his mouth. Spike pulled out the gag and tossed it aside.

"I ain't no goddamn cop!!!" The stoat yelled. Spike wasn't listening to anything other than the radio.
"Can I see some identification, Officer?" Spike asked, looking at him.
"I don't-" The stoat was cut off by a fist smashing against his face.
"What was that? I didn't catch you there."
"I'm not a fu-" The fist caught him again.
"Where is your goddamn badge!?!?!" Spike screamed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 13, 2010, 11:55:28 PM

The stoat sat stoic in the chair, not looking at the fox.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 14, 2010, 12:00:44 AM

(whoops. Do you still not want to play the stoat, Shiro?)

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 14, 2010, 12:03:10 AM

(yup... i don't know what the best way to answer is)

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 14, 2010, 08:58:31 AM

Kitt stood behind Spike, watching the interrogation with mild interest... taking a swig of SLivovica he leant against the wall of the room he watched the Stoat sqiurm...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 15, 2010, 07:03:38 PM

The stoat spewed a mouthful of blood onto the floor. "I ain't telling you nothing." He said while a tooth dropped from his mouth and onto his lap. Spike didn't say anything. He stared at the stoat who seemed content to remain silent. Spike drew his pistol and pressed it to the stoats forehead. He cocked back the hammer with his thumb. "3...2..." Spike began to squeeze the trigger.

"WAIT!" The stoat yelled.
"What?" Spike's finger hadn't moved from its position.
"Ok listen yeah I'm a cop but I was working undercover to make a bust on the shipment. OK!?"
"And?"
"...And then guys came outta nowhere and lit the place up!!!"
"What do you guys have on me!?"
"Nothing yet! The ship sank! There's no evidence left!"

Spike pointed the gun down at the stoat's leg and fired.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 15, 2010, 07:37:57 PM

Shiro didn't even flinch. He was used to this, even as the stoat screamed in pain

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 17, 2010, 12:29:44 AM

Spike looked at the stoat as he struggled in the chair. "Tell me what I need to know." The stoat spat through his teeth. "Go to hell." Spike sighed. He pulled out his gun again and fired four times into the stoat's other leg. The stoat screamed through the whole thing. "Stop! No more! PLEASE!!!" Spike frowned. "Aww but we were having so much fun!" He laughed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 17, 2010, 04:57:26 AM

Shiro made a mental note to get a mop. He didn't enjoy hurting people as much as Spike did, but he wasn't above it.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 17, 2010, 05:49:50 AM

"I've only been on the force for two months! They don't tell me nothin'!"
"Clearly."
"Just stop shootin' me!"
"You want me to stop shooting you?"
"YES! For the love of God! Yes!"
"Ok I'll stop shooting you."

Spike walked past Kitt and opened the door before stepping out of the room. Paul was surprised to see Spike come out. "Where's Shiro?" Spike asked looking around.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 17, 2010, 03:25:16 PM

((Uh i am in the room. I just made a mental note to get a mop afterwards))

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 18, 2010, 06:12:26 AM

((*facepalm* I thought you were- ugh, nevermind))

Spike turned and looked at Shiro. "Do you happen to have a blowtorch and a pair of plyers?" The stoat's eyes buldged. "Wait! Don't get the torch or tools! I'll talk! We-We were in a stakeout ok? We were going to arrest Romano when he came out to check the shipment." Spike turned back and looked at the stoat. "Romano don't check on his shipments. His boys do. You're a god damn liar!!!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 19, 2010, 03:24:50 PM

Kitt smirked at the mention of Romano's 'Boys', wondering whether he could even count himself among them any more... pushing the thought away he watched the interorgation with growing interest...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 20, 2010, 04:54:31 AM

Spike was handed a pair of plyers, his blowtorch and even an ice pick. "Thanks." He turned back to the stoat who appeared to be tearing up in his seat. Spike showed him the new toys he brought in to play with.

"No! No! I ain't a lair!"
"I don't care whether you're telling the truth or not. I just hate cops."

Spike rammed the ice pick through the top of the stoat's head. There was a shriek and the stoats eyes began to wander. "Wha-What!? I can't see! What the hell did you do to me! I blind!" Spike laughed. "Isn't it neat how the brain works?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 20, 2010, 05:48:27 AM

Shiro was waiting for this. Spike was definatly brutal, but his tricks were all physical ones. Time to throw in the mental.
"Allow me, Spike."
He pulled out a small tape and pressed play.
*A mishmash of sound comes out of the speaker, and for a few minutes plays continuously. Anyone smart enough (or not stabbed through the brain :D) would notice the subliminal messages of "tell the truth" "NOW" "life is so futile" "end the pain... only a few simple words... who, what, when, where, why..."*
He smiled after the tape cut off.
"That should help" he mouthed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 21, 2010, 06:22:37 AM

The stoat was violently shaking in the seat. It reminded Spike of those who were executed in the electric chair. "uuuuuhhhHHAAHHAHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The stoat began to scream at the top of his lungs. Spike hadn't even done anything to him yet and this was quite the show.

"We!....We found you! The docks! The...THE DOCKS!!! AHHHHHAHAHAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"What the hell is wrong with this guy?"
"TONITE!!!! Tonight at the Orion!!! Tonight ONLY." The stoat was shaking violently in the seat.
"What's tonight?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!" The stoat only began to laugh like a mad man.

Spike looked back at Paul. "Spike, this guys givin' me the creeps." Spike looked at the stoat, the ice pick still sticking out the top of his head. "I think I pressed that thing in a little too far."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 21, 2010, 06:25:08 AM

"Nah, he will snap out of it in a sec. Instant reccolection of memories plus that icepick probably was a little too much. He will be better in a minute."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on February 22, 2010, 01:12:58 PM

Kitt turned away from the interrogation, walking out of the door he closed it behind him and lit up a ragged dog end-of a-roll up... taking a deep drag he looked up at the single flickering bulb that illuminated the corridor, damp dripping down the concrete walls.... man how he hated new york...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 26, 2010, 06:29:37 AM

The stoat burst into tears. His speech began to grow more and more unrecognizable, like a drunk trying to make crude remarks.

Spike looked at Shiro. "Do you know what he's saying?" Spike looked back down at the stoat, the icepick still in his head.

"MMMhyeahhahaMmmhahagigalaulavven..." The stoat mumbled.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on February 26, 2010, 09:41:21 PM

"I think you need to remove the ice pick first."
Shiro gingerly took out the pick, and the stoat calmed down.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on February 28, 2010, 07:58:58 PM

The stoat was definitely a lot calmer. In fact, there wasn't any expression at all. Spike looked at the stoat who appeared to be in a deep trance; staring aimlessly into space. He didn't say anything, he only stared. Spike snapped his fingers in front of his face. Nothing. He looked up at Shiro and then Kitt. "Well now what do we do?"

The stoat began to drool. Paul looked at Spike. "I think he's brain dead." Spike looked back at Paul and then at the stoat. He stepped forward and dug through the stoats inside pockets. He pulled out a wallet and flipped it open. "Well inspecter Douglas...Looks like you're kinda retarded." Spike said, closing the ID.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on March 01, 2010, 01:17:27 AM

"Shall I call the mental hospital after we clean that up? Seems one of the patrons downstairs had a fit and collapsed, hitting something sharp."
Shiro said while smiling.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 01, 2010, 05:34:27 AM

"Yes, I couldn't agree more." Spike said looking down at the stoat who's eyes stared in a continous gaze without blinking. His mouth hung open and a line of drool would drip out and land on his lap. "Paul, get him out of the chair."  Paul stepped forward and began to untie the stoat's restraints while the stoat remain motionless in the chair.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 12, 2010, 11:01:33 AM

Kistrev watched as the Stoat was dragged out of his chair, tongue lolling out and eyes staring blankly into the middle distance...
"well Spike... i gotta hand it to ya..... you got a way with the rats..."
He laughed quietly, taking a last drag on the roll-up and flicking the smoking mess away.... pulling on his flatcap he looked to Spike...
"So Boss.... you got any plans involvin' me, or can i get out of here now? only i got some business to attend to down at th' docks..... if ya catch my drift, boss..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 13, 2010, 08:31:52 PM

Spike looked at Kitt and saw what he was getting at.

"Yeah, you're done here, Kristev."

Spike returned his attention to the stoat who was now being lifted up by Paul and carried out of the room.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 13, 2010, 10:16:23 PM

Kitt nodded to Spike, tipping his flatcap down to him in consentual farewell...

"Aye, Aye then skipper...."

Smirking Kitt turned and left the room, passing Justine Kitt briefly kissed her, and told her the address of his apartment at the docks, and wrote down a phone number she could get him with... after a fully non-verbal farewell, he left Shiro's racket business and got into his old Skoda, the engine coughed and then rumbled to life as he pulled out onto the main road towards the docks....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 21, 2010, 05:19:39 PM

Paul hauled the body out into the main room which, lucky for him, was empty. Paul dropped the body on the floor which landed in a crumpled mess with a loud thud. Spike nodded and lit a cigar. "Well? Let's call the ambulance." An evil smile spread across his face.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on March 21, 2010, 05:21:23 PM

Shiro motioned for one of his lackey to make the calls.
"So... who do we think this one is and how did he get into the ring?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 21, 2010, 05:26:03 PM

The Skoda swerved between the slower cars and trucks on the road, turning into a corner Kitt turned the radio off and ground to a halt outside the Romano apartments... slamming the car door behind he whistled as he fumbled with the apartment keys, climbing up through the dingy concrete stairwell his whistling echoed loudly...

Shoving open the apartment door Kitt looked around at the general mess and clutter, he threw his jacket onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves.... time to clear out the all this crap... if he was gonna be selling this place at least he could make it look like a bomb hadnt exploded in the middle of it all....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 21, 2010, 06:40:57 PM

Spike puffed smoke out one side of his mouth. He turned to face Shiro and shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't follow what you mean, Shiro. All I know is that I came in here to have a coupla drinks and this guy fell on a spike. I don't know nothing about him and I don't know who he is. I ain't see in in my whole life. He's nothing and of no use to me."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 25, 2010, 06:39:57 PM

Two hours later and the apartment was..... well.....

Kitt stood in the middle of it, feeling rather pleased with himself... the general clutter and mess had been thrown out into a dumpster, and the two roomed apartment was looking the cleanest it ever had done in all time.... Collapsing onto the couch Kitt pulled his flatcap over his eyes, time for some well earned sleep......... and then... he yawned... and then... he would phone the agency..... and... he yawned again...and then he would phone Justine.......

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 31, 2010, 05:20:24 AM

Sirens whailed in the distance. "This city gets fast service." Spike said to himself, picking up his drink from before and taking a sip. He turned and looked at Shiro. "Shiro, I'm holding a game of cards in a few days. I was wondering if you wanted a seat at the table. It's $100 000 to get in. We play for keeps."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 31, 2010, 04:25:42 PM

Slept on his side, then his front.. repeatedly turning and rolling... he couldnt sleep... yawning he sat up, pushing his flatcap out of his eyes....

Once at the front door of the apartments he fumbled with the keys and walked out into the new york evening... the sound of traffic, and the not too distant docks filled the air along with the smog... taking in a deep breath he headed for the city centre, going to go to the agency and tell 'em about the apartment....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on March 31, 2010, 04:29:21 PM

"Heh, you know me. I don't pass up a chance like that."
Shiro grinned and patted his pocket.
"Anyway, the nice thing about running a bar and casino is that some how, the money always trickles back. Thats why you guys keep me, no?

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 31, 2010, 08:07:56 PM

Spike chuckled. "We have all our associates for one reason or another. I'll leave it at that." Spike turned his head in the direction of the door when medical personel rushed in.

"What happened here?" A paramedic asked kneeling down to have a look at the stoat. He switched gazes between Shiro and Spike. Spike raised his eyebrows and looked away. The medic then looked at Shiro for the answer.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on March 31, 2010, 08:13:45 PM

"I am not really sure, ma'm. A patron came in, just like you or me, mumbled something, and pulled out a gun on us. He shouted at me like I was some mug or something... fired a shot" he pointed to a planted bullet hole that was up on the cieling," and I guess the force of the blast knocked him back into that ornament over there. He was obviously intoxicated. He fell on the spike. " he pointed to the stoat who was still attatched to the spike.
Shiro had planned for this. His boys had laid down the cop's gun next to him, made him drink a little before interrogation, and made sure to dust anything. One thing about Shiro, was that he always had an escape plan and a ton of friends. In fact, the very nurse running towards him was a family (actual family, not mob family) friend. She looked at him knowingly, nodded, and motioned for the medical team to get the body.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on March 31, 2010, 08:23:02 PM

Spike looked on as any other spectator would. He watched them pick up the body and put it up on a stretcher. As they wheeled him out, a small notebook fell from out of his pocket. The medics hadn't noticed as Spike prayed they wouldn't. As soon as they were out of the bar doors, Spike lept out of his chair and over to pick up the small book and rushed back over to his seat, sitting back down nonchalauntly. He lit up a cigarette and gestured for Shiro to come over and sit in front of him.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on March 31, 2010, 08:31:37 PM

"So... what ya saying is your selling the apartment..."
Kitt nodded, the brusque wolf sitting across the desk looked through the paperwork, grunting under his breath occasionally in apparant displeasure....
"Kid.... this apartment is in pretty hostile territory... you know dat dont cha?"

Kitt shook his head slowly, puzzled...
"Dont know what you mean sir"
The wolf chuckled dryly...

"Romano territory... this is a Romano flat aint it... you know what that means right?"
Again Kitt shook his head, he only knew the Romanos as a family, the group that ran the docks... nothing more... this whole gang war was rather above him...
"Look Kiddo... you look down on ya luck.. heck, half you dock hands look down on ya luck... its why your dock hands aint it!"
he laughed again, wheezing...
"I see what i can do for ya, Mr... Szabo..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 01, 2010, 04:09:35 AM

Shiro moved over when the last of the trucks had pulled out, and sat down across from him.
"A job well done, eh? Now that's two messes I've cleaned up. Not that you owe me for it, every thing I do is for the family."
He smirked, and took a swig of his Vodka laden flask.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 01, 2010, 04:52:52 AM

Spike looked at him. He was not amused while his eyes pierced the smoke from his cigarette and straight through Shiro's head. Deciding not to say anything, he pretended Shiro hadn't spoken. Instead he held up the small notebook in front of Shiro and stared at him for a few moments before he spoke. "Do you know what this is?...This is what would have kept that tool out there on the stretcher alive...for a little while longer at least." Spike flipped it open and skimmed the pages. "Damn cops can't organize notes worth nothin'." He turned the small book every which way as if the stoat had written in every direction possible. "Here." The fox said while pointing down on the page with his finger and tapping ash off the end of his smoke into the ashtray off to his left. He slid the book forward to let Shiro have a look. He took another drag from his cigarette and narrowed his eyes. "The wanker had us by the balls." Smoke formed the words as he spoke. "He was there. I don't know for how long but long enough to get information on our muscle handling the docks. He took notes on the crates, the desintations...Hell, he's probably got pictures somewhere too." Spike chewed on the butt of the cancer stick. "Have you seen him around there lately, Shiro?" 

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 01, 2010, 03:46:43 PM

Kitt walked across the docks, the paperwork was left with the agent, and hopefully the apartment would get sold off... hopefully... he passed old friends on the docks, the attack which Kitt himself had, unknown to the other dock workers, helped lead, had killed many former workers as well as destroy a whole pier... it would be several weeks before the docks where fully functional again, and New York would feel the pinch, as the Romano docks where the biggest importers or goods to the city...

"Kitt! Buddy, its good ta see you!"

Jake, a thick set timber wolf walked over and embraced Kitt in a tight hug... Kitt mumbled a reply, his small, feline frame engulfed in the embrace of the large wolf...
"We thought you'd been killed in the attack... but you okay, right?"

Kitt looked up at Jake, and nodded, even as his insides gave a twisted squirm... Jake could have been killed, many of his old friends HAD been killed... but it was all business right? just business....
"C'mon... we gotta pier load of coal to try and shift, and with only half the workers we aint brining in nearly enough of the stuff to fuel the city..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 01, 2010, 07:22:20 PM

"The stoat? Nah, I haven't seen him, but there is a guy I know who might..."
He stood up and walked towards a shadowy door in the back, motioning for Spike to follow.
"Used to be the best darn reporter in the city, until he was caught using drugs. He was quite the shutterbug. He could get pictures from the weirdest places, and stories from sewer rats that were legit. He was the best. Now he is working for me. I stem his addiction, and he keeps me posted. Can't tell you how many rigged cameras we have in here. He has them on timers so that about every 3 minutes or so, they are taken." Shiro pointed at a picture frame that had holes drilled in it. If you they weren't pointed out, you would never have noticed the lens hidden in one of them.
"He bragged that he once caught the governor sleeping around, but was muscled to not publish it."
He came up to the door.
"You gotta be ready to meet him though, he ain't a pretty sight.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 01, 2010, 08:12:32 PM

Spike slid out of his seat and stood up, grabbing the small book and stuffing it in the pocket on the inside of his jacket next to his Colt. He adjusted his jacket and followed after Shiro. He took a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the closest ashtray he was near...which happened to be a man's soup who'd passed out around all the empty glasses that were scattered about the table. Spike heaved a sigh. "As long as this guy of yours is legit, I couldn't care less about what he looks like."

Paul sat at the bar, his golden eyes watching Spike as he followed after Shiro. The wolf went back to his business and took another swig from a large mug filled with a dark liquid that seemed more like motor oil than beer. Paul lit up a cigarette and perked an ear in the direction of his boos should something go down.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 01, 2010, 10:06:19 PM

Another crate of coal crashed down onto the pier, the constant sea spray poured over the jetty and ship as dock workers shouted back and forth..
"C'mon then you lazy arses! We need this delievery in the trucks in one hour!"
Kitt and Jake set about untying the crane hook from the crate as the rest of the dock hands reversed the truck onto the jetty, another wash of sea spray rushed across the pier.... as the crate was finally unhooked and the coal loaded up...


~~~~~~~~~~~~


"So Kitt... who's this your gonna phone up?"

Kitt mumbled somthing about "none of your business" as he opened the broken door of the street corner phone box... he wondered why Jake had followed him...
"C'mon... A laaaaady friend?"
The large built timber wolf smirked, patting Kitt on the  shoulder...
"M' just jokin' buddy..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 02, 2010, 04:35:21 AM

((Haha! I love what you are doing with the NPC I threw your way. :D))

"Oh, he is legit. And... I don't allow firearms in here, so he probably won't try to hurt you."
He pushed open the door. Inside was a red room. Painted red with red lighting. Pictures hung on strings everywhere. Pictures of anyone and everyone. Spike, Justine, Shiro, Kitt... anyone you could name. In the park, on the street corner, in the lobby of the grand hotel. Right up front on the wall hung pictures of a cat that had swindled the shop, and Shiro was obviously looking for him.
"He has a gang working for him, all shutterbugs. He develops, and pays them for every sweet picture. Makes a living for youngsters, I guess. And it pays more than the opposition is offering, so no need to worry about cops."
There, on an old stool, was a rat. His fur was falling out in places, his tail moved back and forth lazily, and his face was gaunt.
"Hey Stanley! I got a friend here. He wants to know about some stoat. A cop. Any of your moths pick up anything?"
The rat got up without looking at them, and went over to a filing cabnet in the next room. If you could call it that. The thing was so filled with papers and pictures you could hardly tell that it was part of the building at all. He reached up to a point and pulled out a manilla envelope.
"Roy Maklin. Police Detective. Age: 29, Race: Stoat, Gender: Male. A genius. Infiltrated the casino runs back in the 20's. Was in charge of the Jerrysburg case. Police captain until fired in 1931. Been a detective ever since, looking for an oppertunity to come back into the force. Seen him around at the docks recently. Got a pick with you too, boss. Guess that's why you had him bumped off. Good thing, the cops were after him too. Into hard drinking, that one. One night, in a stupor he smashed into a liquer store, one of ours. Stole two bottles, dropped one on the way out. Not much of a security risk, so I dropped it. Guess he was up to no good."
Shiro grinned.
"See? The best. Knows every person there is to know, besides the other side. He has so many favors owed to him, it makes my list look like a ping pong ball. You get double rations this time, Stan."
The rat nodded, wondering if Spike had any questions. "You wanna know anything else?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 02, 2010, 09:25:24 AM

(( Why ah' thank ye'  ;) ))

"So i'l see ya tonight?..... 3rd street down by main?.... see ya there Jesse... yeah, love you too..."
Kitt hung up the receiver, and a few spare coins clanked out of the machine... collecting his change Kitt opened the door of the phone box, which was hanging by a single hinge, and looked up at Jake....
"So.... Jesse is the name of this beautiful young man your dating, eh?"
Kitt raised one eyebrow, frowning as Jake burst into laughter... for such a large and muscled guy, Jake laughed a lot... he had a good sense of humour... which was why Kitt liked him so much...
"Yeah... Jesse, well, Justine really... but everyone calls her Jesse....... how much of that did ya hear anyway?"
The pair started to walk back to the docks, the large wolf and the slim cat....
"Oh... i tried not too listen in... but you know me........... your selling the apartment then?"
Kitt nodded, sidestepping a rumbling truck of coal that passed them...
 

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 04, 2010, 04:56:29 AM

Spike slumped against a filing cabinet and stared at the rat in red. "If the guy was a detective then he's doin' detective work for someone. He's gotta be on someone's payroll. Who is it?" At times like these and people like him, Spike wondered why he kept Callum around...if he could say that. Spike's dog in the force had been missing for weeks if not months and Spike was getting a little upset, wondering where he stood in all of this. He looked at the rat again. "Also have you seen my man, Callum? The man hasn't been seen for weeks...unless you have."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 04, 2010, 05:03:51 AM

"You mean Callum? One sec."
The rat scratched his head, turned around back into the other room, and got a file.
"One and the same person, mate. See?"
He pulled out a bunch of pictures showing the dog with the weasel detective.
"All I needed was a name. Now I know him. And I know where to find him. He is running the police in New Jersy. He booked as soon as he heard the dock crisis. I lost one of my shutters out there because of him."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 04, 2010, 09:32:08 AM

"Whadayou bilge rats doin' offa the piers, eh? Get to work maggots, we still got five times the amoun' of coal we can feasbily shift, and only half the work force... if you aint dying, get on the freakin' pier, and shift some coal!"
The Romano officer was a thickset canine of indescernible species, he kept the traditional Romano revolver held tight in one paw... the other held a long crowbar...... Kitt and Jake nodded hurriedly and set off at a faster pace towards pier 2.... Once they where out of sight of the officer Jake growled under his breath...
"One of these days i'm gonna punch that sod right between the eyes.... we was only gone five minutes..."
Kitt nodded slowly, not actually listening to what Jake was saying... his thoughts where on other things...
"I mean... its not like we didn' tell 'em we was goin'... besides... he's just a.... Kitt, are you even listenin'?"
Kitt shook his head suddenly, looking up at Jake..
"Wha?"
Jake chuckled under his breath as he slapped Kitt playfully on the back... and then picked Kitt up off the concrete floor, that slap had been a tad harder than he had anticipated....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 04, 2010, 07:20:28 PM

"What the hell is Callum doing running around in Jersey!?" Spike asked slamming a fist against the filing cabinet. Paul walked up behind Shiro in the doorway. He came to see what Spike was yelling about and then saw the rat with all the pictures pinned to the wall. He made a face. "Jesus, Shiro. What kind of show are you running here?"  The wolf asked scratching his head between his ears. Spike didn't turn around to see Paul instead his face turned a slight shade of red and shook with rage. "Is that greasy punk working with the Romanos? He is ain't he!?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 04, 2010, 09:00:06 PM

Shiro looked at the rat.
"Why didn't you tell us about this?"
The rat looked offended.
"If I gave you every minor detail and minor heist that goes on in this city, after about the first few hours, your butt would have glued to the chair."
The rat turned around and went back to his piles.
Shiro sighed.
"I guess that means he has something to do with this after all... this isn't good. The Romano's have more money than us, so I guess it would be an incentive..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 05, 2010, 05:30:58 AM

Spike ruffled his hair in frustration. He paced back and fourth. "Oh I can't believe I even-! Oh that motherf-udging!" He stopped and looked up as if an idea popped into his head. He turned around to face Shiro. "...The card game..." He thought for another moment. "I'll get him a seat at the table...THEN BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT INTO THE POT!!!" Spike had his wicked smile on again. He looked back at Shiro. "AH no. He'd be too smart for that, he knows me. And I can't just roll up and shoot him...especially in Jersey." He snapped his fingers together. "...Kitt."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 05, 2010, 10:07:54 AM

Not three miles away, the very feline in mention was, rather inexpertly, backing up a truck onto the pier...
"Back a bit Kitt... back... back.. NO WAIT, STOP!!!"
A loud crunch made everyone within earshot cringe....
"Well..... your on the pier mate, thats for sure...."
A grinning feline jumped out from the drivers seat, walking over to the back of the truck he shrugged...
"That'l buff out...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 05, 2010, 02:12:10 PM

"You've got an idea there, but I wanna make sure he gets back to his girl. He just bought an apartment for them. How about this. Invite him, send Kitt in and say he is you're closest friend. That is sure to arouse this dog's suspicions. I will enter normally with no escort, play the table, and excuse myself. I'll come back and hit him in the back of the head. How's that sound? Unless you want one of my flunkies to do it."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 05, 2010, 08:10:20 PM

"Well actually I was just thinking it would be more convienient to have Kitt walked up and shoot him a few times since he's already out there." Spike said leaning against the filing cabinet again. "I'll give him a call. Cops won't have anything on him. He's a dock worker even still, he's an illegal. As far as the government is concerned, the man don't exist."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 05, 2010, 08:16:50 PM

"Well lets make sure he doesn't get caught."
He holds out a paw to shake.
"Lets do this."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 05, 2010, 09:07:52 PM

"Jake... you aint gonna follow me all the way to 3rd street are ya?"
Jake smirked, embracing his feline companion in a one arm, and yet still brone crushing hug...
"You know me Kitt... I'd follow you ta the end of the earth to make sure you okay.... but just this once... i reckon you dont need me..."
Kitt nodded, thankful that Jake had understood, and that he had finally managed to get out of that lethal hug... the big guy meant well...
"Right well i'l see ya round... I'm gonna show her the new apartment..."
Jake raised an eyebrow, whistling in admiration...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ten minutes later and Kitt was sitting in his Skoda 100, engine ticking over smoothly, waiting on the corner of 3rd street.... he yawned, the light of the evening already fading, as the first street lamps flickered to life.... rubbing the sleep from his eyes he watched as a figure turned the corner of the street, even through the fog and low light, it was obvious who it was...
"hey hun, you're early..."
Kitt smirked, opening the car door...
"Better than being late..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 06, 2010, 04:06:39 AM

Spike shook Shiro's hand. "He won't get caught." Spike turned again to look at the rat. "Where is Callum right now?" Spike asked wondering if Callum was packing any muscle to help him around wherever he went. Although Callum was a fed, he had fuzz watching his every move...mainly because of Spike. He had Callum do a lot of dirty work and cops were catching on. There was never any evidence of it though. Witnesses disappeared, scenes were burnt down due to faulty wiring, and Spike always had an alibi for the both of them. The cops might have known but they would never be able to prove it. Same would go for Kitt especially since he comes from the other side of the world.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 06, 2010, 09:17:24 AM

"So... where's this apartment?"
Kitt kept his eye on the road, which was hard with Jesse in the seat next to him...
"Well.... try guessing..."
Jesse smirked, crossing her legs as Kitt took a turning onto a main road...
"Okay... is at the warehousing?"
Kitt frowned "No, course not, I wouldn't get an apartment down in that hell hole..."
"Uhm... at the docks?"
Kitt turned towards the docks, and then took another turning parallel to the main river... "Close but no cigar..."
He finally stopped outside a block of apartments overlooking the river, lower down from the docks where the pleasure boats and cruise boats docked...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Standing on the small blacony, Kitt wrapped his arms around Jesse from behind, a slightly chilled wind, blew up from the river...
"Man, this is beautiful Kitt... how ever did ya aford this place, on a dock workers wage n' all!"
Kitt smirked, kissing her "I have my ways..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 06, 2010, 03:12:13 PM

"Well give him a few minutes. He should be with Jesse right now, so I will call him tomorrow. You said the game wasn't for a week, so lets start setting this up."
He looked back at Stanley.
"So, what else you got on him?"
The rat pulled out a manilla envelope stuffed with photos and papers.
"These are the guys my boys have noticed hanging around him. They seem to be meeting in the financial district next to the Police station. Paranoid. They don't show the Cops their dealings, the cops give 'em protection. That is just where they hang, however, they have counterfeiting presses in the basement of an abandoned car garage on 11th and Beaver. I know this cause' I intercepted the order forms for printing presses to that address. Be careful though. It may be a trap down there..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 06, 2010, 06:22:30 PM

A nock on the apartment door interrupted the two felines... getting up off the bed, which was one of the only pieces of furniture Kitt could afford for now, he walked through to the hall and opened the door with a slight grumble about 'interuptions'... He opened the door to find a large, and grinning, timber wolf standing on the other side...
"Hey Kitt... ya forgot to pick up yer pay for the fortnight..."
Jake held out a small paper envelope which would contain the weeks pay... maybe, $20 at best, probably less seeing as the docks had been closed most of the week... Kitt took the money, frowning at Jake...
"How the...  How did you know where the new apartment was?!"
Jake smirked and winked... "I have my ways Kitt..."

~~~~~~
"Uh.. Jesse, this is Jake... Jake... Jesse...."
Kitt introduced the two at the bedroom door. Jesse smiled, jumped up from the bed, and hugged the now very surprised Jake...
"So this is the big fella' you mentioned Kitt!"
Jake looked over her shoulder, which wasnt that hard with his height, and raised an eyebrow to Kitt, mouthing silently...
"big fella'?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 07, 2010, 08:37:55 PM

"Good enough for me." Spike said, walking out of the doorway and back into the bar. "Shiro, Paul, c'mon we got business to attend to in Jersey." Spike walked out of the door to the bar and into the street.

Paul looked at Shiro. "I guess we're taking care of this right now...and without a plan again." The wolf heaved a sigh and followed after Spike. He paused and turned around. "Get a piece if you got one. Things are gonna get ugly." The wolf walked out into the bar and grabbed a shot from off the counter and downed it on his way out. The fur whom it belong to hadn't even noticed.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 07, 2010, 08:42:48 PM

"Me? I almost never carry one, but since it is dangerous."
He picked up a piece on the table and put extra shells into his pocket.
"Lets do this."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 07, 2010, 08:49:12 PM

Jake walked out of the apartment, and Kitt closed the door behind him... he turned back into the apartment to face Jesse who was still standing at the door of the bedroom...
"Well... now thats Jake's out of our hair..."
Jesse pouted, leading Kitt back into the bedroom by the arm... "I liked the guy.. He's funny, ya know?"
Kitt smirked, looking her in the eye.. "well sure he's funny... but him coming up here, was just a little annoying..."
Jesse smiled back and closed the door....


~~~~~~~~~~~~


Half an hour later and Kitt was back at the docks, they where working overtime to try to shift all the coal orders, and Jesse had gone to the shops with her wages to make the apartment look more 'homely'... Kitt laughed under his breath, wondering just what she meant by that....

The next coal crate came crashing down onto the pier, as a sea spray whipped up and over the jetty...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 07, 2010, 09:07:29 PM

((Shiro, you're in the car with Spike/Paul/Frank))
An hour had passed and the black Ford pulled up to the docks in Jersey. The engine went dead. Spike looked out the windshield to see Kitt handling more coal. Paul looked at Spike from the passenger's seat. "You sure we should be doing this, boss?"  The fox looked at the wolf before giving him a slap to the back of his head. Spike didn't explain his actions, he only went back to looking at Kitt. Frankie was loading bullets into a clip while Spike cautiously looked around for any Romano goons...and the dockyard was loaded with them.

Spike turned around in his seat to face Shiro. "Ok, so you're going to confront Kitt. Bring him to the car. We'll keep a watch out should bullets start flyin'."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 07, 2010, 11:23:13 PM

"You got it. I'll be right back." He got out of the car.
The cold biting wind hit him in the face. He loved the feeling, the sea air. He didn't get out to the Gambino section of the docks enough. The wind through his fur felt like heaven. He shook his head and cleared it. It wasn't time for feelings right now. He walked over to the dockside. A couple of the boys there waved at him. They may have been Romano, but that was the beauty of running a bar in the center of town. He had friends everywhere, even though his allegiance was with Gambino. He was unhindered as he made his way to Kitt on the docks.
"Hey Kitt... I know this is kinda sudden, but I need to ask you a favor..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 08, 2010, 03:16:24 PM

Kitt turned to Shiro, brushing the coal dust from his jacket, and tipping his cap back out of his eyes...
"Oh hey, didn' expect ta see you roun' this neck of the woods.... And anything i can do for ya buddy, you introduced Jesse an' me togetha... i owe you more favours than i can count on one paw..."
He leant on the crate of coal, listening to Shiro, Jake looked over from the other side of the pier, but thought nothing off it and got back to loading another crate of coal into a truck...


~~~~~~~


Jesse had got the groceries they needed, which wasnt much at all... and had dropped by her mums apartment for old times sakes.... her mother greeted her with a hug, and several kisses to each cheek... she laughed happily, taking the bags off of Jesse and leading her through to the kitchen...
""You dont call nearly often enough dear! How have you been? I heard about your new click by the way.."
Jesse stopped, surprised... her mother was the spitting image of Jesse, dark hair, bright amber eyes and the same silky laugh....
"How did you??? New click!?"
Her mother laughed again, pinching her daughters cheek...
"Your mother knows a thing or too... just because your living on your own doesnt mean i cant love my only daughter.."
Jesse smiled back, following her mother into the kitchen...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 08, 2010, 07:11:44 PM

"Well a buddy of mine" he said, emphisizing the word buddy, "needs to ask a small favor. He can explain it better than me. Take your break in about 15 minutes and come over to a car around the corner. My friend wants to talk."
He nodded, slapped him on the back like they were old friends, waved goodbye, then moved back towards the opposite corner to the car, chuckling. To anyone who wasn't listening in to every word, they would have not suspected anything. He went around the block, came to the car, and got in.
"I said 15 minutes. Just to make sure no one is suspicious. I don't want to screw this up."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 08, 2010, 07:19:49 PM

Kitt nodded "Sure mister Chan, that's good with me..."
When Shiro left Kitt turned back to the crate of coal, and started to tie it up to a crane hook... he smirked to himself... he had a feeling who this 'buddy' was....
"Hey Kitt! Who was tha' just now?"
Jake had walked up beside Kitt, helping him tie the crate up... Kitt shook his head slightly, shrugging...
"No one really... just an old friend..."
jake nodded slowly, raising one eyebrow...
"Old friend, huh?"



~~~~~~


"Well he sounds very nice dear, buying a lovely apartment like that... on the kind of wage he must be on and all... you must bring him here for supper, yes.. i would very much like to see him..."
Jesse started to decline the offer, before her mother stopped her firmly..
"I would VERY MUCH like to see him Jesse... You know what i mean..."
Jesse nodded, her tail limp and turned back to the front door....
"yeah, i'l bring him round..."
Her mother smiled, patting her on the shoulder as she lead her out of the apartment and onto the street outside...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 09, 2010, 04:48:00 AM

Spike watched as Shiro came back around the corner towards the car. He was surprised Kitt wasn't following close behind him. As Shiro stepped into the car, Spike turned around to face him. "Where's the cat?" Spike asked, looking around. "He's here ain't he?" Paul and Frankie sat with their weapons ready between their legs. They were getting uneasy. A few Romano guards were getting suspicious about the black towncar that pulled up. A few began to stare and ask eachother questions. Frankie noticed one guard approach another and ask him something while pointing to the car. "Oh...Not good...Spike? I think we should move." Frankie said, watching the men as one ran off into the main office building. The other continued to stare. Frankie's fingers began to tremble against the shotgun he held between his legs.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 09, 2010, 06:45:55 PM

"Don't get into a panic. I know these guys' mothers. Half a sec. And kitt will be here in 15 minutes, that is what I said."
He got out of the car, and went up to one of them.
"Louie!" for that was the dog's name, "Long time no see! Why haven't I seen you at the club?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 09, 2010, 08:44:13 PM

After another ten minutes of shifting coal from the low barge, Kitt wiped his face with one paw... this however only smudged even more coal dust across him, so he gave up trying to clean off....
"Hey Jake, ima bunk off... needa go see a friend!"
He waved over to the large timberwolf, who stopped working long enough to hear Kitt's shout, and see the feline disapear around the corner of a coal truck, his tail whipping around just after him...
Kitt walked out of the docks, trying to slap at least some of the coal dust from his clothes, fur and hair... and generally failed... the coal dust was thick, black, and surprisingly resilient....


~~~~~~~~~~


Jesse got back to the apartment, closed the door behind her... and threw herself onto the double bed.... she was tired after hauling the two bags of shopping up the flight of stairs.... pulling off her shirt she rolled over onto her side, snoozing.... she yawned just before falling into a light sleep...
"I'l just... *yawn*... just, have a little nap... before decorating this place up..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 11, 2010, 03:49:53 AM

Sacha was a big woman. Both literally and figuratively, and this could not have been made more clear to the man she currently batted her eyelashes at from across the room than if she had came up to him and shouted: “I’M HERE!” in his face. He held his shot of whiskey, fingers trembling, not with fear but from trepidation. So this was her. So this was the woman with the plan, the woman that ran all those sweatshops, the woman of whom he had been sent to….

The fresh young rabbit ‘a-hemed’ politely and slid out from the booth before gliding across the bar, garnering quite a few stares along the way, to join Sacha at the front counter. He all but threw himself into the barstool next to hers. “I’ve seen you staring at me from across the room,” he said, smiling a big rabbity smile. “Thought it was time to give up the front and join you.”

As he did all this, Sacha the squirrel felt a wave of glee travel from the tips of her toes to the top of her scalp. The fur on her tail bristled. “Yes, I’ve noticed that you’ve joined me.” She smiled, narrowing her eyes, and took another drag from her cigarette. It was a miracle that she could fit on the barstool at all, even with that tight, sparkly blue dress squishing her down to size.

The dank, heavy air of the bar was made no better by Sacha’s desire to constantly have some sort of smoke: be it tobacco, or hard drugs--- sticking out of the corner of her mouth.

“Ha ha ha! Well then, guess that means it’s time for introductions. I am Falder.” The rabbit extended his hand. Sacha took it. And they shook, warmly, hinting at the possibilities their first meeting held.

“Sacha,” she answered, batting her weighty eyelashes again.

“I know.”

“You do?”

Before the rabbit, starting to sweat in his loose but heavy black suit, could explain, a tiny voice from beside Sacha interrupted the both of them: “Mama?”

Falder looked over and was surprised but not shocked to see a little girl standing by Sacha. She was also a squirrel……….This was Lucky. The girl of whom he had been sent to…

“What?” Sacha snapped. “Can’t you see I’m talking to a man here?”

“I’m hungry.” Lucky came closer and pulled on her mother’s dress.

“You’re always hungry.” Some mother Sacha was. But she knew this of herself. No reason to change her ways once they had been set for so long. “Why don’t you go and play in the road or something?”

“But mama…”

“Go away. You don’t have to follow me everywhere.”

A pang of sympathy coursed through the rabbit, but it was almost instantly replaced with humor. He could easily kill this child if asked, so why bother feeling sorry for her? Smirking, Falder rested his arms on the table and winked at the girl. “Do what your mother says, Lucky. She works very hard for you.”

Truth be told, Lucky hadn’t eaten in a long time, since the day before. Still, she couldn’t argue with mama. She sighed. Then she slowly walked away and left the bar, hugging herself as she met the stale, dry air of the city. Maybe she could walk down to the docks or over to the storefront. Mama was going to be busy for some time now that she’d found a man.

Neither Lucky nor Sacha realized Falder’s true motives strayed far from what was considered normal.

_________________________

Some time of small-talk later…

“So, your daughter?” Falder asked nonchalantly.

“What about her?” Coughing, Sacha twisted in her chair and reached over to the ashtray to put out her cigarette.

“How much is she going for? I could really use a pair of sturdy young legs such as hers.”

“She’s not for sale.” Sacha answered dryly. She had answered this question before to others. It also annoyed her that the topic of conversation had suddenly shoved her out of the spotlight. “What are you, some sort of pervert?”

“No. I’m not. I just need a good worker, someone to raise up right. I’d never compromise your daughter in that way, at least not until she was old enough that she could decide for herself what she wanted.” Falder tried his best to look into her eyes, to prove he was being honest. Which he was, in a way. He didn’t want to compromise a child. Never would he do something that low.

“Well. You can’t have her. Sorry. She’s mine. Why don’t you take a look at my other stock of kids if you need a worker so bad?”

At first glance, Sacha cared no more for her daughter than she would care about a speck of sand. But if you really got to the heart of the matter, pushed past all the fronts, you’d find she valued Lucky. Highly at that. Maybe she even loved her daughter, never knew after all.

Without warning, Falder burst into laughter. To him, the situation had turned even more humorous than it had started. He was enjoying the hell out of himself. And it was about to get even better.

“What the *bleep* is so funny, you *bleeping bleep*?”

The rabbit slapped his leg. “It’s too late. We’ve already sent out a few johnnys to grab her. Never thought I’d jump into the kidnapping business, that seems like more of your thing, doesn’t it?”

“……………………..”

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you don’t know what I want.”

“………………………………………….”

“I want….” Falder leaned in as close as he could, so close her jasmine perfume made him dizzy, and whispered… “….Revenge…..”  

Sacha gulped, and her claws dug into the fabric of her dress. He meant business, and by his stating the revenge part outright, it dawned upon her just where he had come from. A rival firm. One of her cutthroat competitors. Usually none of them messed with the women of other factions, even ones as powerful as Sacha, but this had apparently become a special case.

“What do I have to do?” Sacha asked carefully. “I’ll do whatever it is, but you kill her and I kill you.”

“Of course I wouldn’t. As to what I want you to do, I’ll have to think on that one…….” He looked over to the window. Through it, he could see that his team had arrived in a fairly fancy looking car. “…….Why don’t I walk you out, my darling? There’s a car waiting outside.” Falder smiled wickedly and took her by the arm, gripping tighter still when she growled at him.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 11, 2010, 05:03:03 AM

Spike, Paul, and Frankie watched in pure amazement when Shiro stepped out of the car and started towards the "hostile enemy." Spike's mouth dropped so far, his cigar fell out and landed on the car floor below resulting in a minor burn until he was able to scramble to pick it back up. Spike muttered something under his breath. He looked over the dashboard just in time to see Kitt walking over towards the car. Spike looked from his left at Shiro then to his right at Kitt.
"Spike...what is Shiro doing socializing with Romano scum?" Frankie asked from the backseat, his eyes still following the movement of the guards who, at any moment, could pull a gun killing Shiro, Spike, Paul, and possibly Frankie himself.

"Friendly one moment, deadly the next." Paul added from the front seat.

"Got that right." Spike agreed while sliding a shiny Colt .45 out of his jacket and into his lap.

"He's going to blow our cover...He IS going to blow our cover." Paul said.

"Shut up." Spike cut him off.

"Why are we still here?" Frankie asked still watching the guards who were now pouring out of the office and into the work yards, all of them dressed in tailored suits and matching colors.

"God damn, Shiro's going to get us killed. He's probably setting us up now." Paul said. Spike was beginning to sweat, his eyes gazing between the guards, Kitt, Shiro, the gun, and his gear shift.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 11, 2010, 05:17:26 AM

"Heh, well see you later guys."
He waved to the dogs as they turned back and waved off the grouping. He jumped back in the car.
"Got it. Nothing money can't buy. They think this is my gang car."
When he saw the looks that the group he sighed.
"When I was a pup I ran a gang called the Skullz. Most of the under bosses of today and a few of their higher thugs were in that gang. That dog was one of them.  They still follow me, and are under my payroll, but I am loyal to Mr. Gambino."
He smiled and nodded at spike.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 11, 2010, 08:55:14 AM

Kitt pushed his way through the group of Romano guards, muttering somthing about layabouts and idiots getting in the way... A guard shouted after him as he walked off, Kitt turned around and shouted back...
"Do riti! I work here, you idiot..."
With that he turned back and carried on walking down the road, still having an attempt at brushing off the coal dust.... he spotted Mr.Gambino's sleek black city car... and made a beeline for it.... Time to see what favour a 'buddy' of his his had to call in....

~~~~~~~~


Jesse woke up slowly, she opened her eyes to see the new apartment, the walls bare and still an off-white colour that had been left by the builders.... and the onyl pieces of furniture where this double bed, a table and two chairs, and a second hand wardrobe.... Sitting up she pulled on a clean shirt, buttoning it up as she walked into the kitchen... She searched through the two overflowing shopping bags...
"Well... time make us a home sweet home...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 11, 2010, 03:44:33 PM

Spike took hold of the window level and rolled the window down. "Kitt...So good to see you again. Get inside." He gestured with his head. He turned around to look in the backseat and noted the minimal space left in between Frankie and Shiro. "Right...Frankie, squeeze in beside Shiro. Make room for Kitt." The tiger looked at Spike and groaned. The tiger's broad shoulders weren't helping the situation as he shoved over, squishing Shiro against the window. Still, there was little space left for the coal covered cat. Spike sighed and facepalmed.

"Maybe it'd be better if someone left the car." Paul suggested.

"Yes, Paul I agree. Get out." Spike said. Paul looked at him with a face of worry. Spike laughed. "I'm kidding."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 11, 2010, 06:38:43 PM

Kitt smirked, nodding back... "good ta see ya too boss..."
He looked in too the cramped back seats and looked back to Spike...
"Boss... i aint exactly a big guy.... but i aint that small!"
He laughed, giving a last attempt at nocking the coal off his clothes and fur, before squeezing into the back of the car.... He slammed the door behind him, coal dust falling from every inch of his body like thick black snow.... He pulled a face "Sorry bout' the mess boss... this stuff is a nightmare to get outta fur..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ghost 789 on April 11, 2010, 07:48:19 PM

Starao went to HQ, where he gets his missions.
"Hey, got anyone with prices on their head?" He asked the guy at the counter.
"Well, we do have a few...there's this guy who keeps beating on his wife and taking her money." he said.
"Dang. Chick must be havin' a hard time. Price?"
"$5000"
"Wow! Must be my lucky day! I'll take it." Said starao, as he took a file from him, showing the victim's info. He read it, and according to it, the victim will be leaving the airport to San Fransisco.
"Heh. Time for some sifting." He said. He knew there was a good view of the airport from the slum buildings. He drove to the slum buildings, and went to the highest floor, took out his sniper rifle, and looked for the victim.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 13, 2010, 05:01:51 AM

Spike looked back in the seat at the mess Kitt had made. He did his best to keep his temper down. He groaned quietly to himself while he though about he he'd have to get one of the guys to clean out the back seat. Frankie looked over at the mess that Kitt had made with the coal and rolled his eyes. There was no way he was going to sit back down in that spot. He felt bad for the crushed Shiro pressed way up against the window because he'd be like that for the rest of the way until they got home. Spike finished his little tantrum in the the front seat and turned back around. "Good to see you again, Kitt." Spike tried his best to sound warm and welcoming but his patience had already taken care of the last of that. "You remember our good friend, Callum, don't you?" Spike asked, raising his eyebrows. They dropped again. "You're going to kill him."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 13, 2010, 05:17:46 AM

Shiro was squeezed into a corner, but he didn't mind. Foxes were used to small areas. He did his best to remain optimistic. At least he could look out the window. He watched some girls, obviously prostitutes, walking their rounds, and it reminded him that he had yet to get a mate. He hired prostitutes to work for him, but no one was sly or devious like he was. He got a half glazed look over his eyes.
Someone was out there. He knew it.
But that wasn't the problem at hand, he knew. He snapped out of it and watched for Kitt's expression.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 13, 2010, 10:55:45 AM

Kitt raised an eyebrow in return.... "Boss.... I never killed a guy b'fore... m' revolvers just a precaution... you gotta know i aint no contract killer..."
He wiped his sleeve across his muzzle, which only got more coal on his fur... he sighed, looking back up at Spike...
"But... you's payin' me more 'n enough... without you boss, i'd still be running shifts down th' docks, makin' twen'y dollars here... ten dollars there... crap all..."
He tipped his flatcap back out of his eyes and thought back to Jesse, probably in the apartment right now, fixing the place up... he'd do it for her, for his family back home... damnit he'd do anything for them...
"Yeah... i can do d'at boss..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ghost 789 on April 13, 2010, 08:37:43 PM

After some searching, Starao found his target: a male rabbit with white fur, red, threatening eyes, and a backpack with a weapon with a device that would make the metal detector think it's not metal.
"Time for this little piggy to pay." He said as he locked on his target's head, and pulled the trigger. Rather than making a "POW!" sound it made a soft "pew!" thanks to the silencer he had added to the rifle.
"Boom. Head-shot." Said Starao as he lowered his rifle and dashed away from the window.
He drove back to HQ, collected his reward, and went back to his hideout, as if nothing happened.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 16, 2010, 04:36:49 AM

Spike smiled. "Good." With that, Spike turned the key and the Ford rumbled to life. The towncar pulled away from the curb and began its way back into the industrial side of New Jersey.

"Now Callum's probably gonna have some muscle backing him up. You'll want to do this quick and get the hell outta there." Spike said while he kept his eyes on the road. "Also, I should tell you now that we ain't gonna be sticking around. We can't be seen in this part of town but you won't be alone." Spike reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a matchbox, reaching over his shoulder, handing it to Kitt. On the front of it was the logo to The Blue Oyster Lounge and on the inside flap was a name of a Ricky Digatto. "Meet him there. He'll set you up with a ride and a safe way back home."

The car pulled up to a curb in a deserted intersection. The surrounding buildings were gloomy and so were the people. "The station's just around the corner from here. The Oyster's just down the block, take to the alleys since you'll have some heat on ya..." Paul reached down and pulled out a Tompson machine gun without the stock and a shortened barrel. "Here, take this, Kid. You can hide it in your coat and when you see the punk, fill him with lead." The wolf turned back to the front of the car and lit a cigarette. "This is it, Kitt. We'll meet you back at Shiro's place when you're done." Spike said, looking at him through the rear view mirror. Frankie reached across in front of Kitt and opened the door for him to get out. "Good luck." The tiger said.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 16, 2010, 02:11:41 PM

Kitt took the Thompson, having been stripped off everything unnecessary it was lightweight and slipped underneath a jacket without so much as a bulge to give it away.... He pulled the strap over his head and got out the car, pulling his waxed jacket over the barrel of the Thompson he nodded to spike....
"See ya Boss.... hope all goes well...."
With that he walked away from the car, turning the corner as he lit up a smoke..... With this cap pulled down low, he was indescernable from the rest of the citizens going about their daily business.....

Kitt walked up the stairs to the station, he counted thirty two steps, give or take... and pushed through the large double doors into the main lobby....
"Hi i'm here to see inspector Callum?"
The receptionist looked him up and down, and then shrugged, her bushy fox tail flicking uninterestedly... "Sure, he's just down the corridor, you want me to tell him your coming?"
Kitt shook his head as he turned towards the indicated doorway... "Dont worry, i'll be making my own introduction..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 17, 2010, 05:31:53 AM

Spike watched as Kitt walked off toward the station. Frankie shifted back over to his seat once Kitt was gone, giving Shiro a lot of space. Paul sighed. "The kid don't stand a chance." Spike didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled out a new cigarette and lit it with the one he already had in his mouth. He exhaled resulting in a clouding of the interior of the car. "...Yeah." The fox finally answered. He put the car into gear and slowly pulled back onto the road towards Shiro's market.

(Meanwhile)

The German Shepard sat in his office door that read "Agent C. Denton - Commission Crime Unit." He was finishing up with his last bit of paperwork. There was a knock at the door and Callum looked up. "Come in." The door opened and a wolf popped his head in. "Hey, Sarge is sending me on a coffee run. You want something?" Callum hadn't looked up from his papers to look at the wolf who he could tell by the harsh voice and the uncanny clanging of a pistol against a pocketwatch that it was Harry standing in the doorway. "Uhh...Yeah. Lotsa sugar and lotsa creme." He replied through the sound of the scribbling of his pen. Harry smiled. "Coming up!" The wolf disappeared behind the closing door and Callum put his pen down. His eyes wandered off after the silouette of Harry behind translucent glass before the blurred shadow disappeared from sight. He shook his head and went back to his paper work.

Harry walked down the hallway when he saw Kitt entering the offices. "Whoa, where do you think you're headed off to?" The wolf asked the cat who was clearly not a cop or a FED and clearly did't belong in that area of the station.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 17, 2010, 08:57:56 AM

Kitt stopped, eyeing the wolf as casually as possible...
"I was sent ta' pick up somthin' imortan' fer an inspector Callum? Some kinda evidence on the business down at th' docks...."
He took a step to the side, looking past the wolf....
"Ya wouldn' be able ta point me in th' direction of his office couldya? I was only told he was at this station, i werent given no instructions on how t' find his office....."
He looked back at the wolf, putting on his best 'not too bright dockworker act'... in all honesty, it wasnt that hard for him....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 17, 2010, 04:11:33 PM

Shiro smiled.
"A little faith goes a long way, boss. If he wants to get back to Jesse in one peice, and seeing how they just moved in together, there seems to be a luck involved. I have heard some stories of situations similar. Ah well, no matter. Lets get back and wait. I got a car waiting if Kitt needs it. Like i said earlier, I always take all precautions."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 18, 2010, 04:34:20 AM

Lucky still hugged herself, daydreaming off and on, as she walked through the grungy streets. Now and again she would glace up at the sky....only to see nothing but haze and misty pollution. Mama was going to be a long time. She loved having men around, and often she'd end up gone for a whole day before remembering that she had a daughter. And during that day...Lucky often felt so alone. During those times.....she felt as though no-one cared about her.

And no-one aside from her mother did, really, for all she knew.

No-one but......the men in the black car that had been following Lucky for some time now. Only the way they cared about her was different than the way Lucky wished her mother would care. No, no, the way these men cared about her was but the darkest kind imaginable.

________

"I'm gonna tell you again, rat, if you kill my daughter...."

"We're not gonna kill her, I told you. Take a chiller."

"We've heard that one before," Sacha hissed as Falder shoved her down into the back of the car and slammed the door practically on her nose. Then she grumbled incoherently to herself as she shifted against the tan leather. It was complicated to be as big of a woman as she was. If she sat wrong, then her body would start to ache, especially where her ‘rolls’ rubbed up against each other….sighing, she reached down and straightened her sparkly dress, shifting her glare between the man in the suit next to her and the man in the passenger seat up front…both of them held pistols……..

Sacha jumped when she heard the driver’s door open, but righted herself once the rabbit had sat down and started the engine….she needed to at least look brave.

Falder hesitated before he drove away. “Now then,” he said calmly. “I’d like to tell you why I’m here.” Silence fell heavily, making everyone’s fur bristle as they waited for him to continue. “I’m here, Sacha…” Falder looked at the woman in question in the rear-view mirror. “…….Because I want to take my daughter back.”

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 18, 2010, 05:49:47 PM

The wolf narrowed his eyes at the dock worker. "...He's busy...and so am I. If you want to pick something up from him, check with reception. This is a federal office, not a walk in clinic. Now get lost." Harry turned and pointed at Jim, a bull, sitting in his cubicle which might as well been his pen based on his size. The guy was massive. Harry wondered how they found shirts his size. "Get this guy outta here will ya, Jim?" The bull looked over and stood up. He walked over and put a massive hand on Kitt picked him up by the back of his coat. He single handedly carried Kitt down the hallway back to the corridor. The wolf shook his head and went about finding coffee.

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"Oh, what's this then?" Spike inquired after seeing a heavy set squirrel being forced into the back of a car. "Is this is a kidnapping in progress, boss?" Paul asked, looking at him. " Spike watched before his eyes as the squirrel got into the black car in front of their own. "Not in my town without my permission there isn't." Spike said narrowing his eyes. The black car pulled away from the curb and Spike followed after.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 18, 2010, 06:02:20 PM

Having finally been let down by the bull, Kitt walked back out of the front doors.... going down the steps, all thirty two of them... he walked down the road until he reached an alleyway at the side of the station... checking he wasnt followed the feline ducked into the alley.... he muttered under his breath as he counted the windows...
"Stupid cops, making a job harder than it should be... shoulda just shot the guy right there... stupid....."

He continued in this way until he found was he was looking for, window thirty eight..... Kitt jumped up onto the dumpster below it and pulled himself up to the window, the curtains where drawn which was good, shuffling along the edge of the wall he made his way to the fire escape ladder just along the wall, normally unreachable from ground height he could reach it from the first floor.... Inches from the ladder Kitt jumped the final distance, he clutched the ladder, looking down into the alley below...

He muttered under his breath as he started to make his way up the ladder and then further along the station's wall, down below a couple of lackeys walked through the alley...
"C'mon feline agility, dont fail me now..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 18, 2010, 06:40:22 PM

Sacha narrowed her eyes severely at Falder once she heard his words. "Don't you even try to pull that on me, you bastard," she said. "You know as well as everyone else just who I am and what I do for a living. I slept with over twenty-two different men that year. Sure, one of them might've been you, but you'd have to be a hell of a mathematician to figure that Lucky came from you." In the driver's seat, his hands lightly gripping and turning the steering wheel as they drove as if he didn't have a care in the world, Falder chuckled lightly. "Well, I happen to be a very good mathematician, my dear," he said. Sacha didn't believe a word of his bluff, she knew there had to be another reason he wanted Lucky, but still....as he said these things, a breeze of uncertainty gently brushed over her. "Eh, Falder?" the man next to her asked. Just from the way he held himself one could tell he was nervous. "I think there's someone following us."....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 19, 2010, 01:30:57 AM

Callum scribbled and scribbled. He scribbled harder but no ink. He groaned and pulled open the filler. Suddenly and without warning, the pen exploded, sending black ink all over the German Shepard's shirt. "Oh fiddle sticks!" He yelled in frustration. He threw the pen aside and stormed out of his office towards the bathroom where he evaded all attemps by his co-workers to see the damage done. With that he un-buttoned his shirt and threw it into the sink where to struggled to wash the ink out.

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Spike pressed the pedal to the floor of his black Ford. The car had a sudden burst of energy when it pressed forward and rammed into the back end of the black car they were following. Paul readied his shotgun while Frankie clicked back the Thompson machine gun. Spike pressed the pedal down again and rammed the back end of the car. He made it clear that there was some business that needed to be dealt with.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 19, 2010, 03:45:24 PM

Kitt finally reached what he hoped was the window to Callum's office, inching his way below the windowsill he pushed the glass frame up... peering in he saw it was empty, with quite a lot of ink spilled across the desk.... groaning he seethed under his breath...
"Why does this have to be so bloodeh complicated.... walk in, fill the guy with lead, thats all there shoulda been to it... but no, some stupid cop had to throw him out... and now this, where the hell was that two timing bastard?"
As if to answer his question, quite a noise was being kicked up from the the window two along from the office... creeping along the wall Kitt looked in to what must be a bathroom, ducking back out of sight he'd seen all he had to see... Callum ha obviously got ink on himself, and was now alone in the bathroom washing it out.... Kitt smirked to himself as he pulled the thompson out from his jacket and shuffled back towards the bathroom window... this was gonna be easier than he thought......


Two seconds later and Kitt was hanging for his life from the small ledge that he had been previously standing on... muttering under his breath he pulled himself back up... "Feline agility eh? Loada nonsense..." moving back over to the bathroom window he peered around the edge of the frame, pulling the pin back and checking the thompson....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 19, 2010, 07:20:09 PM

Everyone in the car cried out when they felt the impact of the Ford behind them. Letting out a shocked yipe, Falder panicked and turned the steering wheel rapidly to the right, veering the car off the road and into a hasty park against the curb. They almost drove all the way up and over the curb, though luckily they had not been going fast enough to do so.

"What is this?" Falder hissed. He not only hadn't been expecting this, but he had been in the middle of a reverie. He finalized their park and reached under his seat for a pistol, not knowing that the ones who rammed them had much better weapons.

_______________

By the time Lucky managed to pull out of her little fantasy world long enough to turn and see the car trailing her by a few meters, it was too late. When she turned and took the time to let what she saw sink in, the men in question wasted no effort in springing from the slow-moving vehicle like a Ghost Rider would spring from their car in modern times, then quickly proceeded to head the child's way.

Lucky recognized what was going on well enough. Mother had told her about people like this. She had told her all right....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ghost 789 on April 19, 2010, 08:25:36 PM

Starao was simply taking a walk on the sidewalk when the two cars zoom past on a nearby puddle and with a "SPLASH!" completely soaked him in water!
"Grrrr! I just washed!" He yelled angrily.
He took out his glock while no one was looking and shot the tire of the ford, making the air in it rush out and flatten the tire.
"That'll teach 'em..." He said as he quickly hid his weapon.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 20, 2010, 03:56:51 AM

"Boss, someone opened fire. I'm goin out." He pulled out his coathook shotgun and readied next to the door for the command to spring out and take them out.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 20, 2010, 06:41:33 PM

Spike ducked when he heard the gunshot. He felt the car sink down on one side. "Damn it!" He turned back at Shiro. "Some bastard shot my damn car!" He looked at Shiro. "Shiro, take care of him. Kill him, catch him, do something!" He looked between Frankie and Paul. "You two, come with me. The streets are gonna get loud." Spike quickly opened his door and Paul and Frankie followed after. Paul immiedately pulled out the Thompson machine gun while Frankie cocked the shotgun. Spike drew his Colt .45 from inside his jacket and made his way up to the front window of the crashed vehicle on the curb. They were blocked in by Spike's Ford. Spike was ready with his pistol as he approached the driver's window.

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"Denton! Denton!? Get out here!" Callum looked up from the sink with horror. He was covered in ink and his leutenant was calling him for a breifing. How could his day get any worse? He walked up to the door and cracked it open. His boss was searching for him around his office. If he didn't see his boss he'd be fired because of the number of times he disappeared from work. He couldn't be seen covered in ink. He'd be laughed at and be the laughing stock of the precinct. He fixed upon a coat rack outside of Harry's cubicle. "A jacket!" He thought. He remained low and slipped out of the bathroom.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 20, 2010, 06:53:12 PM

Just as Kitt edged around the corner of the window frame, it was in time to see Callum ducking out of the bathroom and out of sight... Kitt groaned out loud, smacking his forehead into his palm... "Why, why, why me?" What should have been a simple shoot up was turning into a game of cat and mouse... snickering at the irony of that, seeing as Callum was a canine, he slid through the window of the bathroom....

A worker had been repairing one of the sinks in the bathroom, the sink itself was still dripping water and below it the workers half eaten lunch and toolbox lay waiting..... Grabbing the toolbox Kitt dusted off his jacket..... hopefully an excuse for being in this part of the station that would give him time to find Callum, so long as he didnt run into that stupid wolf again.... brushing the last of the coal dust off his jacket he turned to the bathroom door... time to reel in this mouse.....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 20, 2010, 06:58:49 PM

Shiro grinned. "You got it boss."
He whipped the car door open and aimed the gun at the person who shot the tire. The Coathook gun boomed and several rounds of buckshot hit the offender, in minor area's, but enought to make him drop. Shiro ran over and aimed the second barrrel at the offender, who had fallen over from the blast.
"Okay, you tell my why you did that or this next slug is gonna send you packing"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Ghost 789 on April 21, 2010, 08:17:22 PM

Starao yelped in surprise when the shots hit him.
"Ack! Well, excuse me if you soaked me in H2O from head to toe!!!" He growled at Shiro.
He took off into an open storm drain nearby, and thought to himself "Damn. He hit me good..." as he continues toward his hideout.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 21, 2010, 08:37:55 PM

"I said, don't MOVE"
He shot the second barrel right into Ghost's back. Hopefully he had a vest on or it would rip through his back.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 22, 2010, 03:46:30 AM

Falder and his goons realized what was happening long before Spike came to the driver's side window. Knowing that an escape was blocked, all three of them had pistols aimed and at the ready....."Don't worry..." the rabbit said, trying to be somewhat comforting. "As long as I have my daughter, the outcome of this doesn't matter, after all...."

However untimely, before Falder could finish, Sacha burst from the car like a bat from the gates of hell, shoving open the door and flinging herself outside onto the pavement...."See what happens, Falder?" the squirrel cried. "You mess with me- and you get shot." She looked pleadingly at Spike, attempting to get up onto her feet, yet finding herself too large for the task...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 22, 2010, 05:33:26 AM

Spike was surprised when the large squirrel litterally dived out of the car and landed at his feet. He stopped in his tracks to look down at her for a brief moment and then heard what she had said. "You mess with me and you get shot." He noticed the plea in her eyes and then looked back up at the stranded town car. He raised his pistol and opened fire. As if on cue, Frankie and Paul also opened fire. A roar of gunfire filled the streets as Spike and his men had become a firing squad. Pedestrians fled. The town car was demolished by the time their clips were empty. There was a moment of silence as they all waited in the street to hear if they had survived the hail of gunfire. But there was noting but the sound of steam leaving the car's shot up engine. Spike reloaded his pistol and stepped over the squirrel, cautiously approaching the car to see for himself. They had obviously been hit. Blood had splattered the glass and interior, some was even dripping out of the car and onto the road. They were hit and that was for sure. Whether they were dead was different.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 26, 2010, 04:28:34 PM

"Hey, what you doing here?"

Kitt turned to face the officer who had tapped him on the shoulder... he sighed, rumbled.... he was about to make a run for it when the officer pointed off down the corridor, taking a sip of his coffee...

"I thought you where supposed to be doing maintenance down in the bathrooms..."

Kitt shrugged, the 'borrowed' toolbox clanking and rattling... "I just got told someone gotta problem with their 'lectricity in an office... just gonna go check it out... they dont pay me enough for this crap..."

The police officer nodded sympathetically... "yeah, we all got that problem... well hope ya get that bathroom fixed soon, that sinks been overflowing just about every day fer ages!"  As the officer walked off Kitt looked around hurriedly, he needed to find Callum, and fast... the maintenance worker wouldn't be in a hurry to get back to work when it was his lunch break but still, time was running out...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on April 28, 2010, 04:22:49 AM

Falder breathed heavily as he held his hand to his side, where a bullet had impaled him whilst it came barrelling through the side of the car.....blood streamed a dark crimson from between the rabbit's cream colored fingers....the other two....dead as doornails. What would a smart man with a smart plan do in this situation? What would someone who wasn't a complete imbecile do in this situation....that was the far better question.

Why, why...A smart man would play dead. If he tried to leave now, he'd surely get shot to ribbons. But if he acted dead, and waited for the right moment and feeling to strike...he might actually live through this.

______

Sacha grinned almost madly at the sight of blood strewn across the car windows. A primitive fetish, at best, to see tormentors suffer, to witness revenge. She stood up carefully (a large woman's version of carefully) and hobbled over weakly to be closer to Spike's side. She gave him a warm...if not intense....pat on the back and smiled, eyes sparkling mischeviously. The woman hadn't had fun like this in a long while. She then proceeded to dig between her immense cleveage and produce a pack of cigars, from which she quickly took and lit one for herself, wondering if Spike would be bothersome or whether he would be a grand thing. "Honey, that was epic if not note-worthy," she said to Spike, batting her eyelashes at him....it was a meh-worthy situation. If he wanted her, great. If not, she had things to do anyway. Namely find her daughter, who was currently gagged and tied in the back of a random trunk somewhere. "That man came out of nowhere. Said he knew my daughter. Dirty scum of the worst sort."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on April 28, 2010, 05:13:57 AM

Spike only turned his head to look at the heavy set squirrel. He could see what was going on and he pulled away, ignoring her offer. He looked at Paul then at Frankie. "Get her in the car." He ordered the wolf and Tiger standing off to the side with smoking guns. The two large goons walked up and put massive paws on her each of her shoulders before tugging her off and stuffing her back into the back of Spike's Ford. Yes, Spike was kidnapping the squirrel but his work wasn't done yet. He walked up to the shot up car on the curb and looked into the back window. The man lay on his side in the seat very still. Spike raised his pistol and fired another four shots for good measure, blood spraying the windows on the opposite side. He did the same with the other fur in the passenger seat. He could swear he saw the rabbit flinch. When he focused the barrel of gun to the head of the rabbit, he pulled the trigger. CLICK! He was out of ammo. Spike looked at his gun then at the driver. Instead of reloading, Spike walked back to his own car and got into the driver's seat. He started the engine and sped down the road, fleeing the scene with the squirrel in the back seat between Paul and Frankie. He felt bad for leaving Shiro behind. But Shiro knew where they were headed and hopefully would meet them back at his place.
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Callum could be seen through the blinds in the leutenant's officehe was getting yelled at and his tail was hanging low to the ground while his ears hung too. He dodged a coffee mug that smashed against the wall behind him. Every Agent in the office looked on as they listened to the muffles screaming coming out from behind the closed doors. Callum couldn't see how the day could get any worse.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 28, 2010, 05:35:50 PM

Kitt whistled to himself as he hung around the doors to the lieutenants office... he listened as Callum got a real ear full from the lieutenant, under the guise of replacing a light bulb in one of the wall fixtures... unscrewing the bulb he knelt down to the toolbox, rummaging around inside, he checked the thompson had the safety off.... with his back to everyone he continued work on the light fixture, whistling along like an average Joe worker...

He had to wait just a little while longer, if he went in now, he'd risk there being too many witnesses... or he'd get stopped before he even made it through the office doors.... a bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he fiddled with the wiring of the light fixture, pretending the fuse had blown so he could stay a little longer....

But then again... if he waited too long, Callum could slip off again, or someone could realise he wasnt really part of the maintenance workers.... another bead of sweat joined the first, this was gonna be close....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 29, 2010, 03:29:37 AM

Shiro fitted his shotgun back into the folds of his trench coat in one fluid motion, went over and picked up the offender's body, and threw it into a dumpster in the back. Luckily, it seemed everyone was more preoccupied with the car crash than the fox shooting the offender. He slipped into a back alley and navigated back towards where Kitt was. He hoped his boss would understand, he knew the Kid wouldn't last two minutes. Shiro liked Kitt, and he wouldn't want Justine to lose a mate for life the second day off of work. He moved back to where a cop was walking by, and went the other direction, where he saw a maintenance worker, badly dressed, fiddling with a light fixture.
*Lucky cops are so dumb* he thought to himself. He wandered up down the steps, and saw one of the cops walking by.  Shiro grabbed the garrote from his pocket, waited till there were no witnesses, and choked the life out of the cop. It was unethical, but the cops 'round here didn't run with the Gambino's anymore. One missing... Shiro looked down and saw... dachshund cop was the least of their worries. With the whole Nazi threat, one more missing might be a good thing. Plus, rifling through his jacket pockets while putting them on, he found a Nazi Swastika.
*Heh, i should be a hero in stead of a crook...* he thought, grinning.
He put on the jacket, took the man's badge... a normal cop, it so happened, and put on his hat. He looked in the mirror, and he looked like any other cop. No name on the badge, so he didn't have to worry about identification. He came down the hallway, and knocked on the door. Opening it, he saw Kitt, still fiddling.
"You got some business here?" He said in a low voice, winking at Kitt when he looked up.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 29, 2010, 03:54:11 PM

Kitt looked up, a screwdriver in his mouth as he attempted to re-wire a wall fitting fuse for the first time in his life... needless to say he'd made a mess of it....
"Mffmmmshrrmm...."
He took the screwdriver from his mouth and dropped it back in the toolbox... "Just fixin' up the light here officer.... should be finished soon, s'blown a fuse again, this job shouldnt take too long..."
He winked surreptitiously back, picking up the screwdriver again he fiddled with the wiring... "Ere', you couldnt hold this here for a sec could ya? Wont be a sec..."
When Shiro came closer to hold a piece of thick black wiring Kitt whispered to him... anyone watching would simply see a helpfull officer helping out a beleaguered maintenance worker...
"What the hell you doing here Shiro?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on April 29, 2010, 04:00:40 PM

"Kid, i like you, and your too nice of a kid to get messed up in stuff like this. I am just here as reassurance for you and for Justine. Now stop stalling and get the job done. I'll give you a little help." he said quietly. He held the tape and stood up.
"Well, get your job done here, okay?" he nodded and walked out of the door down the hallways towards where Callum was. He found his office and knocked on the door. He knew Callum wouldn't recognize him because he had never met him. Plus, if he was busy he wouldn't realize he wasn't supposed to be there. Anyway, he had an ID he could use anytime and he would be safe. For the moment.
"Sir? Are you in there? I need to ask you something, sir."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on April 29, 2010, 04:18:38 PM

Kitt frowned "Stalling? I've spent the last hour trying to get this guy... i sear, he's in and out of rooms like a bloody jack rabbit!" He started to screw the panel covering back over the wiring as Shiro walked off... swearing under his breath he got up and left the toolbox.... he turned the corner of the corridor just in time to see Shiro's bushy tail whip out of sight.... swearing again he picked up the pace... Spike had told him to do it... he had to be the one to pull the trigger.... whether he, or anyone else, liked it or not....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 07, 2010, 02:37:00 AM

The leutenant stopped his bickering for a brief moment to listen for the rapping on his office door. "What the hell do you want!?" He yelled in the direction of the closed door. Callum's eyes followed the direction of the voice but didn't dare turn his head nor speak a word.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on May 09, 2010, 12:04:26 AM

"Sir, I have a prisonner in the interrogation hall that wants to talk to you sir... I don't know why, but he says he knows you in relation to one of the gangs? I don't remember which one."
he said this knowing that the room Kitt was in was in a quiet part of the station where he could slip out easily, and where Kitt could get the bead on him. He just hoped that Kitt stayed put.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 12, 2010, 09:25:46 AM

Kitt stopped, Shiro knew what he was doing... he had to trust the guy.... but then again, he'd never been a very trusting person..... he set down the toolbox and leaned against the wall, eating the workmans lunch that had been in there.... he just had to wait, and hopefully the mouse would come to him.....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 14, 2010, 05:41:53 AM

The leutenant groaned and threw his pen down on his desk. "I'll be right there." He said before glaring at ther German Sheppard. "We're not done here. I'll be right back." Callum's superior opened the office door and looked at Shiro. Without thinking twice, he stared him in the eyes and said "take me to him."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on May 16, 2010, 05:38:17 PM

"Yes sir, right away sir. This way please."
He lead the Lieutenant over towards the holding cells, and he got near the room with Kitt in it.
"Oh, sir... I forgot the paperwork for this prisoner... You continue there, it is just down the hall and to the right..."
Shiro turned and walked back out and hoped that Kitt would get the hint.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 16, 2010, 05:53:14 PM

Kitt walked past the lieutenant, making sure his flatcap was down low over his eyes.... "Dont mind me sir... jus' fixed the lights in there..."
He walked out, and past Shiro towards the lieutenants office in which Callum was now alone.... As he neared the office he put one paw into his jacket, and made sure the safety was off his thompson.... he nocked on the office door and walked in without waiting for an answer...

Callum looked up from his seat opposite the empty desk... he frowned.... "Wait... Kitt, isnt it?..."
Kitt set down the toolbox and pulled out the Thompson from inside his jacket "That's neither here nor there... Mr.Gambino sends his best regards, rat..." ...He pulled the trigger....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 17, 2010, 05:00:51 AM

Callum's eyes didn't even have time to gape open before lead began to spray out of the gun. The bullets tore through his body like a rag doll, throwing him back against the wall while his blood splashed Kitt's face and body. He'd been shot in the throat several times allowing his neck to turn into paste, causing his head to tumble down onto his lap. Blood was puring out of the many bullet holes in his chest and stomach and seemed to intesify everytime another bullet would enter the cavity of chest. The gun fired on and on until it clicked empty. Callum's body was barely recognizable as it lay propped up against the wall next to a filing cabinet while the entire office seemed to be splashed with tiny drops of blood. In the middle of it all stood Kitt with the smoking gun.


Immieditately, an alarm began to sound and there was the sound of running footsteps drawing closer to the office door.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 17, 2010, 08:08:12 AM

Sliding the now empty Thompson back into his jacket, Kitt shoved the toolbox under one arm, and rolled up the window.... clambering through he rolled it back down, hoping his bloody pawprints wouldnt be noticeable amongst the rest of the splatterings across the room... shuffling along the ledge he looked left towards the fire-escape, he could make the gap if he jumped..... shuffling as close as he could he jumped, missed the fire escape ladder, and fell.....

Instead of the bone shattering crunch he had expected, he landed with a muffled -thwump- and a clang.... rolling over the smell instantly told him he had landed in one of the many dumpsters in the alley below... not waiting to be found he dropped the thompson, toolbox and the now bloodstained workman's jacket in amongst the rest of the rubbish, and jumped out. Ignoring the pain shooting up his left leg and ribs he ran down the alleyway, hoping to stick to the shadows instead of the main roads.... he spat out a mouthfull of blood, and ran...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on May 18, 2010, 02:48:55 PM

Shiro slid into a corner, sliding off his jacket and moving out into the alleyway. He took a shortcut to the nearest bakery that was by his store, bought 6 bread rolls and donuts, and went back to his shop where his boss and his cronies were hanging out.
"Sooo... I brought food. Who wants a sandwich?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 19, 2010, 01:50:58 PM

Kitt ran as fast as he could, winding through the dark alleyways... he stopped in the shadow of a dumpster and pulled out the small matchbox Spike had handed to him...thewiping away the film of blood that now covered it he could still make out the name: Blue Oyster Lounge and on the inside flap was a name Ricky Digatto. "Meet him there. He'll set you up with a ride and a safe way back home." Those had been Spike's last word... time to see if they had been true... Shoving the matchbox back into his pocket Kitt set off again, at a slightly slower pace down the block...

Reaching the building he slunk out of the alleyway and walked through the main doors, ignoring the looks people where giving him... he wiped the blood away from his chin and walked up to the first person he found... "I'm looking for a Ricky Digattor..." The wolf looked him up and down before answering "Yes... that would be me... what you needing?"... "Mr.Gambino sent me, i need to hitch a lift..."
The wolf nodded briskly, shoeing away a member of staff... "Oh of course... right this way... please, hurry..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 20, 2010, 05:06:31 AM

Digatto lead Kitt through the bar. Shady folks and the usual cut-throats all stared Kitt down as they walked past. It was a little early in the day but it was night 24/7 in the Blue Oyster. Girls danced on poles and men whistle, hooted, and waved cash. Digatto walked through a pair of swinging doors and into the storage area and the ladies dressing room. A few of them looked at Kitt up and down and a few smiled and tried to get his attention. Digatto kept walking all the way back to the loading docks. Crates, barrels, and a few trucks took up the majority of the space in there. Ricky reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them into Kitt's hands. "Take the car on the end." He said, nodding to the roadster at the end of the line of trucks. "Good luck, Kid." The wolf walked back into the hallway, leaving Kitt in the garage.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 20, 2010, 09:17:44 AM

Catching the Keys Kitt nodded, wiping at least some of the blood from his face, shirt and jacket... getting into the roadster he started the ignition and rolled slowly out of the garage into the busy streets of New York... Once out of the City centre he pulled out onto the large industrial roads that took hundreds of tonnes of coal into New York every day, and accelerated off towards the Docks...


Twenty minutes later and he parked the roadster in a small car-park a block away from his actual apartment, and walked to the door of the flats and let himself in... climbing the long set of stairs he finally made it to the apartment itself, unlocked the door, and was instantly faced with Jesse's stern gaze...
"What... the hell Kitt?" She stood, hands on hips in the entrance of the apartment, waving a thick wad of cash before his eyes... "This is more 'n two h'ndred bucks here... where does a dock worker get money like that, eh?... Not working at docks thats f'er sure!"
Kitt rubbed the back of his neck agitatedly, all he wanted was to collapse into a bed, and sleep... not be standing here in the drafty stairwell having this conversation...
"Look.. i can explain.."
Jesse stopped suddenly, looking him up and down in shock "Kitt, is that... blood?!" She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him into the apartment... Kitt had a moment to notice just how strong she was, before the door slammed behind him...
"Well boy... you got some real explaining to do here.. She stared at him expectantly, still holding the dollar bills tightly... Kitt sighed, pulling off his cap and running a paw through his hair...
"okay... i cant keep lie to you... i tells ya, from the beginning...."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on May 27, 2010, 03:33:18 AM

Squished between two big, burly, 'manly' men....Sacha realized she had indeed been in similar situations before....just not like this....not being kidnapped, for God's mericiful sake. She squirmed, utterly uncomfortable and only growing more and more agitated as the seconds flew by. "Do you have ANY idea who I am? If you did, then you....*squirm*...most certainly...*squirm*....would NOT be doing this to me right now! With my connections, I could have you killed for this!" The squirrel glanced over the driver, seeing that he was familiar, but not quite knowing where she had seen him before....She took another angry huff of her cigarette, creating a noxious smoky jasmine smell, and fluttered her purple-dusted eyelids without even knowing she was doing it. "Look. I need to find my daughter. That Falder person is scoping for her...he could be trying to kill her for all I know and I can't let that happen. Just let me go look for her and I won't be any trouble."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 27, 2010, 04:19:13 AM

The driver, being Spike, only laughed. He didn't say anything. He only laughed and laughed until he had to wipe a tear from his eye. The Ford turned a corner down an alleyway. Spike got out first. Paul, Frankie, and Shiro followed suit. Paul, instead of grabbing the squirrel and ripping her from the car, opened the door and stepped away from it, gesturing that she best get out. Spike already walked in through the back doors to Shiro's bar and he expected that everyone did as well.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on May 27, 2010, 10:46:58 AM

Kitt finished explaining, he had told her everything.... The slap was expected, but still hurt.... "You lying, cheating feline!"  He stood, expecting another slap as Jesse stood, defiant and still brandishing the money like it was a sword... "You didnt tell me you're working in the gangs.... i was wondering where a dock worker gets the money for an apartment... and now i know eh?"

He nodded, staring back at her quietly.... She stood, seething and watching him closely.... "Why'd ya do it... eh? Why?" He blinked twice, looking up at her and almost smiled... "Why else would i do all this?.. Come to America, work my arse off every day at those damned docks... i do it for m'family back home... and now, i'm doin' it for you... cos you deserve better 'n this..."

It was her time to be surprised, she flicked her tail, half in annoyance, half in adoration.... "Kitt..... oh Kitt you stupid, mangy feline.... I got money, my mother, she lives down in the city centre, big house n' all.... If you needed the money, you just shoulda asked me.... oh, you've been risking yer own neck, just for this?" She waved the dollar bills, but no longer with the same violence....

"Oh, forgodsakes.... come on in and get cleaned up......" She smiled in pity, taking Kitt by the shoulder and whispered with a smirk... "You stupid, mangy feline..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on May 28, 2010, 03:50:32 AM

Shiro walked in behind Spike. and waved for the barkeep to send drinks.
"Well, whose arse did we save her now..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on May 31, 2010, 10:25:36 PM

"Don't know yet. That's why she's here." Spike replied, setting his hat down on the bar. He looked back as Frankie and Paul walked in behind the squirrel and closed the heavy door behind themselves. He turned back to look at Shiro. "Take care of business with the punk who pumped my car with lead?" He asked while fixing his hair with his hand.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 01, 2010, 02:39:27 PM

"If i were him, i wouldn't try to walk with his face and spine blown out."
Shiro said with a hint of a grin, and patted his hidden shotgun.
"They are gonna need to stitch him back together... in hell."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on June 03, 2010, 02:36:53 AM

Spike pursed a smile. "Excellent." He turned back to Paul and Frankie. His smile was gone. "Get that one into the back room. I got a few words for her." Paul and Frankie nodded before tugging the squirrel off into the cold storage room that was still stained with blood from the Stoat. They sat her down in the same chair.

Spike looked back at Shiro. "You ain't heard from Kitt yet, huh?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 03, 2010, 10:36:20 AM

Kitt finished washing out his fur, the water ran a rusty red as it gurgled down the sink.... Toweling himself dry he walked back out into the main room of the apartment, the small balcony looked out over the river, and there stood Jesse...
"You all cleaned up then?"
He nodded, smiling for the first time in a while.... "Yup... but i gotta make a phone-call first hun..." He stroked her cheek lightly as he turned and started to walk back inside... "Uh... Kitt.... My uhm... My mother, she wants to come see the apartment... and you..." Kitt stopped, frowning... "Whadya mean, AND me?"
She twisted her tail around one paw, watching him... "She well... She's the one who helped with rent when i was alone... and she just said she wanted to see you..... she can be quite demanding...."
Kitt shrugged concomitantly and went back inside to make the phonecall... Dialing the number Spike had given him more than three weeks ago... someone picked up after the third ring...
"Hi i'm looking for Mr.Gambino..."
Someone on the other end grunted somthing about going to get him...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 04, 2010, 02:14:06 PM

A burly looking bulldog came up to Shiro.
"Sur... someone lookin for da Boss. Sounds catish..."
"oh that must be Kitt." Shiro said off hand. He turned to Mr. Gambino. "Its for you boss. Should I check to see if it is Kitt?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 04, 2010, 02:56:16 PM

Kitt waited on the other end of the line, twisting the phone's cord around one finger... He tapped impatiently on the desk as he still waited..... Jesse walked over and put a paw on his shoulder, looking concerned... "You seem real on edge... look, if its about my mother wanting to see you... she doesnt mean bad... she just has my best interests at heart and.."

Kitt shushed her, still waiting impatiently for Mr.Gambino... Jesse frowned, paws on hips ... "Did you just shush me?... Oh boy you better not have just shushed me!" Kitt tried to wave her away in annoyance, Spike was taking his fair time... "You just did it again... you don't go shushing me i tell you... I thought you was a nice guy, diff'rent n' all.... sometimes your just like the rest..."

Kitt winced, torn between staying on the line and consoling an irate Jesse... he held the reciever away from one ear and talked quietly... "Look... I'm just tryin' ta make a call.. and really, it would help if i di'nt have you yabbering on in the background..." He wrapped one arm around her waist and smiled... It seemed that was enough for now, and Jesse stayed quiet as Kitt waited impatiently...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 08, 2010, 03:59:17 AM

"WHAT!!! You do this to...to me?..." Sacha let her voice trail off as she realized that she had nowhere near the upper-hand in this situation. These punks were serious. And, judging by her surroundings, a tad bit on the bloodthirsty side as well. Her tail immeadiatley dropped stone cold and she sighed, placing a shivering, plump paw on her chest. This was going to be a tough one. A real scrap. But, if all else failed, she could always do...that...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on June 08, 2010, 04:45:49 AM

Spike looked at Shiro then turned back in the direction of the storage room where they held Sacha. He sighed. "No, Shiro, I got it. Keep our guest company while I see what going on with Kitt." He patted Shiro on the shoulder before walking past him toward the phone...and he took his time about it too. He even stopped to light up a fat cigar. He made it to the receiver and put it to his ear. He leaned up against the wall and exhaled smoke as he spoke. "Can I help you?" Spike replied in his well known voice, his voice containing a hint of annoyance. He really wanted to get back to the squirrel.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 08, 2010, 12:34:48 PM

Kitt swapped the receiver to the other feline ear and rested his head against Jesse's shoulder... "Yo Boss... I'm guessin' your pretty bussy n' all so i'l keep it short... Jobs done, the rats stone dead..." Jesse pushed his head of her shoulder, frowning... Kitt looked up at her and whispered pleadingly "Look... I'm just doin' what i have to..." She shook her head, sighing... "Fine... Fine... I'm gonna go have a bath, and then we can talk about my mother seein' you...." Kitt shrugged, turning back to the receiver... "So Boss... will that be all then?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 08, 2010, 11:22:15 PM

Shiro nodded and walked over to the squirrel and sat down on a chair.
"Hello there, we just want to ask you a few questions."
She was portly for a squirrel, and he saw the con artist in her. The spark of deception flickered in her eyes and he knew she was turning the situation over in her mind. He would have done the same thing. It seemed to him that she was over her head.
"What I want to know, first off, is who are you." He could always check with the Rat when he was done with her, to verify, but he wanted to see what she said. He said that last remark with a warm, comforting face... his usual attitude.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on June 09, 2010, 04:26:12 AM

Spike chuckled while ending it with a grin. Tobacco was ground in the paper between the fat roll in his mouth as he knawed on the end of it. "You did well, Kitt. Lay low for a while and keep ye'r head down from the heat. The boys and I will take care of da rest. Come on down to the bar if you're looking to talk." Spike didn't say goodbye before he hung up the reciever. He took one puff and walked away from the phone towards the back room with a dance in his step and smile on his face.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 09, 2010, 04:46:59 AM

Sacha didn't answer right away, rather, she deliberately took a breath and stared Shiro right in the eye, fidgeting with the cigar in her left hand..."The name's Sacha Derterani. What's yours?" She didn't smile, just kept a straight face.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 09, 2010, 04:48:12 AM

"Shiro. I run this place. I just want to know a little bit about you and why you were hanging out with those thugs in the car in front of us. You seemed to not be having a good time."
he waited for her response, keeping a calm face.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 09, 2010, 05:28:04 AM

Sacha chuckled a little. She shook her head. "And what makes you think that is any of your business? You obviously don't want to help out with the situation, seeing as how you kidnapped me." She realized that she would have been kidnapped anyway, but, still...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 09, 2010, 02:19:27 PM

Shiro grinned. they had a sly one.
"More like rescued you, and wondering why you needed rescuing... anyhow, it's not like you have a choice, right?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 09, 2010, 06:32:38 PM

Kitt sighed, hanging up the receiver at his end he stood up and looked about the small apartment... it was still rather bare, with the walls unpainted and what furniture he had at the old apartment barely filling up any space at all... Despite this he smiled, if only his cousin could see him now... owner of a home, beauty of a girl, fraternisin' with gangsters... Smirking he walked past the small balcony and to the bathroom, pushing the door open a sudden shriek made him jump...
"KITT! What the devil you doin' in here?"
He stopped and laughed... he'd forgotten about Jesse going to have a bath... "Oh you know... just comin' to have a bath Jess..." Winking he shrugged off his jacket and closed the door behind him... things where seeming to only get better...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 10, 2010, 04:09:45 AM

"If you must know, a past relation of mine named Falder interrupted me while I was having fun in a bar, he trie to kidnap me before you came, saying that he was my daughter's sire and he wanted her back. He said he'd already taken her as well." The squirrel rolled her eyes, blowing out a tuft of jasmine-flavored smoke. "You gonna force me to hang any more of my personal problems out to dry?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 10, 2010, 04:49:40 AM

He grinned
"Not unless you have some sudden urge to do so, at least to me. Although, i have been told that i listen well. I am an understanding fox."
He slipped a flask and drank from it, then returned it to his jacket, only slightly, not intentionally, showing off the sawed off he had hanging in his jacket.
"Well then, if you don't need any help, and don't have any qualms with any of us, then i will just check with my boss real fast and see if we need to keep you here any longer."
He stood up and waited for Mr. Gambino to get off the phone.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on June 10, 2010, 05:34:35 AM

Just as the conversation between Sacha and Shiro had ended, Spike opened the door and walked in. He smiled and looked at the squirrel sitting down in the seat before him and he smiled, tipping his pinstripe hat in greeting. "Sorry, ma'am, about..." he waved his hand around in the air, "all this." The grin kept plastered onto his face as he took a seat on a chair next to the door. "I don't believe we've formally introduced yet. My name is Spike Gambino." He said before taking another puff of his cigar and looking at her with narrowed eyes. "That's Paul and Frankie." He said gesturing to the wolf and tiger goons standing behind her. "Now that you're comfortable with all our names, I'll tell you that if you can make your story interesting and believable, Paul won't have to cut ya to pieces and Frankie won't have to fit ya into some garbage bags." The fox leaned back in his chair with the smile erased from his face. "What's your name and what's ye'r business?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 10, 2010, 03:08:56 PM

Shiro twitched out of sight of Paul, Frankie, and the Boss. The one thing that he didn't like about the Boss was that he was too quick to use threats. Shure, they COULD make her disappear off the face of the earth, but still... was it necessary? No it wasn't.
He sighed inwardly, and hoped the squirrel knew what she was doing.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 10, 2010, 03:17:04 PM

"So Kitt... you really aint minding t'at my mother wants to see you... It's not like she could stop us being together... she just wants the best for me i guess..." Kitt shrugged nonchalantly... "I guess... I aint too comfortable with it really... but for you i'l do it..."
With that he stood and and reach for his jacket, leaving Jesse sittting on the bed with a towel wrapped round her... "Where you think your going mister? .. That 'Mister Gambino' Bloke Tol' you to lay low..."
Kitt shrugged again, frowning slightly "I'm just posting some money back to the family... And Mr.Gambino aint a bad guy Jess.." She frowned, wrapping the towel tighter around herself... "Sure if you say so... well you be quick about posting the money then... i dont want you in any more trouble than you are.."

Shaking his head Kitt stepped out of the apartment door and started to walk down the stairwell... Mr.Gambino wasnt a bad bad guy... he'd done him good and without the Boss he would still be workin' crappy shifts every day n' night... Sighing he stepped out of the apartment onto the river-side street and started off towards the post office...

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 11, 2010, 08:32:00 PM

This time around she didn't bat her eyelashes. No, this time Sasha's purple-dusted eyes stared dead ahead, coldly. Her sequined dress sparkled slightly in the dim light. Carefully, she said: "I already told him what happened...what more do you need from me? Specifics, please." Sure she was still being cocky as hell, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Armalite_ on June 12, 2010, 04:29:48 PM

Spike's eyes shifted from the squirrel to Shiro. He pressed out his cigar under his black loafer and huffed. "Shiro, do you think you could fill me in since she has an issue with repeating herself?"

Outside in the street, a black car had pulled up to the curb. The driver side door opened and the leg of a familiar vixen had stepped out onto the wet cement. Spike's wife closed the door behind herself once she stepped out and looked up and down the street. Eve looked back inside the car and told both little Daniel and Jake that she'd be back in a minute and to wait patiently while she went to find their father. They both nodded their little heads and Even closed the door. He crossed the street and opened the door to the bar where she was met with the smell of smoke and liquor. Old men looked up from their drinks and stared. Eve stood nervously for a moment before making her way over to the bar and its tender. "Hello, I'm looking for my husband, Spike. Have you seen him?" The men who'd been staring quickly dropped their attention. The bar tender nodded his head in the direction of the back room. Eve looked towards the back and thanked him. Just as she made her way to the back a big wolf stepped in front of her. He was dressed in black suit similar to Spike's but without the pinstripe pattern. "Mrs. Gambino, what an unexpected pleasure to see you. What can I do for you?" Eve looked into his eyes and flicked her red and white tail. "Get Spike for me." The wolf nodded. "Please wait here. I'll get him for ya."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 12, 2010, 10:03:25 PM

"She told me she was having family issues... but i don't think i got the whole story." Shiro said. His ear twitched back and picked up the voice of Mrs. Gambino coming in.
"Sir if you wouldn't mind, if i could ask a few more questions of the squirrel... your wife is here." he said, nodding back over his shoulder.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 13, 2010, 07:01:15 PM

Kitt walked along beside the river's bank, seagulls screeched and the occasional dull drone of ship horns filled the air... The sidewalks where thick with people, and the roads themselves where even thicker with cars and trucks... Weaving between the people Kitt reached the post-office and just as he was about to throw his mail into the letter-box someone clapped an arm around his shoulder...
"Kitt! Yah lil' skipper, where you bin' hidin'?"

Kitt literally jumped in surprise, almost knocking a pedestrian into the road, he turned to face the dark furred wolf.... "Jake... uh, Hi.... What you doing here? I woulda thought you'd be at the docks..." Jake laughed, embracing Kitt in a strong, one-armed hug... "Jus' walkin' down the river... You gotta nice view down here buddy... that apartment of yours is pretty swank, eh?"

Kitt smirked, scuffing the sidewalk with his boot "Yeeah... we're still payin' it off, but its gettin' there.... And i've been, erm.. ill... but i'l be back at the docks soon..."

Jake looked closely into Kitt's eyes, before shrugging and letting him go... "Sure... you jus' get stuff sorted at your new home first... sheesh, my lil' Kitt is growin up eh?" Kitt laughed too, throwing the letter into the mail box... "Growin' up too fast for my liking mate..."

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 18, 2010, 05:32:31 PM

Sacha wondered whether she should do it...pull her gun out from its hiding place between her bazooms, but if she so much as accidentally made a wrong move towards it, Spike might guess what her intentions were, and he might also guess she had a concealed weapon....at the least, she knew she had to do something. Her daughter was what was at stake here. Any other child, and the woman wouldn't have given a flying rat's @&%*, but this was hers, her property, her muse.

She refused to cooperate by repeating herself yet again....what exactly did they want her to say anyway....she'd said what was going on several times now, bluntly and to the point at that, and so she simply kept her lips zipped, casting a pleading look at both Spike and Shiro, hoping the former would indeed leave to see his wife. She rested her free paw gently on her stomach, close enough to go for her gun be she need to, but far enough away that it wasn't too suspicious....

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 18, 2010, 06:24:57 PM

The Squirrel was acting fidgety, refusing to talk about why she was being kidnapped. Charlie, the rat, was waving at him from the back room and Shiro motioned he join him.. He came out with a file, and whispered into Shiro's ear.
"I got photos... her name is Sacha... i am still rooting through files, but i think i may be able to find something... I vaguely remmeber something about her having a daughter... source of the family issues?"
"Thanks charlie... i don't think she is telling us everything..." he whispered back to Charlie, and he retreated into the back room. He turned back to the Squirrel.
"So, Sacha... it is Sacha, isn't it... we would like to know everything... i don't think you are being completely honest with us. If you have something to hide, what better place to keep it secret? Anyways, it seems by the look of the family that abducted you, we have the same enemies. An enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine, you know. So what is the matter?"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: x on June 18, 2010, 06:39:25 PM

Sacha listened to him when he came back, huffing on her cigarette....but when he brought up something about being a friend, she was caught by surprise and ended up choking on that same cigarette, coughing and wheezing smoke..."You mean you'd.....*cough*...nevermind," She gave him a more serious look now. "My name is Sacha Derterani. I work for the Morettis as a child-rearer...I am the one who runs most of those sweatshops, and I'm also the one who steals most of the children we bring to work there in the first place. I am a free spirit if you will, and I have a daughter named Lucky, from an unknown father. Most of the time I live a happy life." She hesitated, hoping that spilling her guts wouldn't get her in even deeper trouble. "Today I go out to the bar hoping to meet a nice man or two, and a svelte rabbit calling himself Falder introduces himself to me. But..that didn't last very long. He says he needs to take me somewhere and brings out a gun. He says he sent his goons after my daughter and I fear for her life, so I go with him. Then, when I get in the car, he says he's the father of my child and he wants her back. I do not believe a word of it, but you never know. Then you show up and shoot them down, kidnap me yourself. My daughter still is missing."

She batted her eyelashes for about the zillionth time. "That is it. That is the whole story, the story of me, there is nothing more to it than that. I hide nothing. Zilch. And what of you?" she asked. "Who are all of you? And how can I be sure you're my friend?" She was a bit confused, and felt she should know these men, but it wasn't coming to her at the moment.

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: KittKat chunky~ on June 18, 2010, 06:47:58 PM

Jake followed Kitt as he started to walk back to the apartment... "Hey Kitt! Why dont ya come with me t' see the fight.. should be startin' in ten minutes.... real good one comin' up... that weasel by the name of Karenski and Terrano the fox.... should be a real smasher to watch, an' i got a bet runnin' on Terrano that could land me in some good money, eh?"

Kitt looked sidelong at Jake, his rather too long dark hair, his salt-stained leather jacket and the slight bulge that indicated a revolver in his trousers... he thought to Jesse, waiting worriedly in the apartment.... a fine sea-spray washed over from the river, spattering the road as they walked... "Yeah... yeah i'l come with'... but only fer' the fight... after that i gotta get back to Jesse...."

Jake punched the air in celebration, grabbing Kitt by the shoulder and steering him left towards an alleyway... "C'mon... we got five minutes or so till' they start!"



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Eight minutes later and they where amidst a jostling crowd of Romanos... The small underground room was full to bursting with dockworkers, and in the centre of a ring two fighters slogged it out... Both where bare-chested, and heaving with sweat by now as the fox, the smaller of the two, ducked below a swing and drove several fast kicks into the ferret's stomach...
"C'mon! Slog 'im again!" Jake shouted with the rest of the crowd, while those betting on Karenski the ferret shouted insults and booed... Kitt leaned against the side of the ring beside Jake, and took it all in with a feeling of lust... this was what he had been missing...
"Smash his face! Left n' right then in the gut Terrano!"

Title: Re: The Commission
Post by: Alice The Necrofox on June 19, 2010, 04:22:19 AM

Well, thought Shiro, THAT was information he didn't know about. He couldn't hold back the look of shock and surprise on his face. He knew there were sweatshops, but he didn't know that the Morettis had them. Or were using CHILD LABOR. Wow...
"Uh... sure. We can help. I'll see if my buddy has any info on him... half a sec..." he straightened his jacket and walked into the back room. The rat was sitting there with the file.
'Couldn't help listening in... got 'im right here. Falder, Alias Ray Coop. Slept around, worked for everyone at one point in time. Now runs a small gang of thugs that do an extortion racket on the Morettis grounds. Not surprised that he knew she had a daughter. I don't know if his gang actually has her, but I will check into it.'
"Thanks Charlie... say, you know that they had sweatshops? With children?"
'Yah. Long time. Been their second biggest payroll. Why?'
"Nothin... i have heard some crazy stuff in my time, but this tops it off... me, the guy who doesn't flinch at blowing some mug's head off at close range... me..." he walked back out to Sacha, looking a little more stable.
"Okay, yeah, we got him... we need to find him and find out, but since he isn't looking for us, I think we can find him pretty easy. I think I may know a guy who runs with him."