The Commission

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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.

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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

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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.

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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...

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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.

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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...

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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.

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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...."

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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?"

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"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..."

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"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."

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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...

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"...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."

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"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"

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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.