The Commission

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((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...."

[Alice The Necrofox]

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

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((no worries man  ))

[Armalite_]

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.

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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?"

[Armalite_]

"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.

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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...

[Armalite_]

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.

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"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

[Armalite_]

"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."

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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...

[Armalite_]

"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!"

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"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..."

[Armalite_]

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."

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"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!"