The Commission

[Armalite_]

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!"

[KittKat chunky~]

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..."

[Armalite_]

"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!"

[KittKat chunky~]

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!"

[Armalite_]

"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!"

[KittKat chunky~]

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....

[Armalite_]

"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!"

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

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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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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...

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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.."

[Armalite_]

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.

[KittKat chunky~]

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....

[Armalite_]

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.