The Commission

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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?"

[JellyMuffins]

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?"

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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...

[JellyMuffins]

"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."

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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...

[JellyMuffins]

"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?"

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"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..."

[JellyMuffins]

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.

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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?"

[JellyMuffins]

"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.

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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...

[Armalite_]

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.

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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..."

[Armalite_]

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.

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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...