The Commission

[Alice The Necrofox]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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~

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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'..."

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

[Alice The Necrofox]

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.

[Armalite_]

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."

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

[Armalite_]

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.

[Alice The Necrofox]

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.