The Commission

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro helps the Stoat to a crate.
"Yeah thats us. Why the heck were we attacked? This is gonna start a war. Good thing you guys came when you did. The boys i saw there were cleaning up the mess when the ship came in. Seemed like nice boys, and on our side none the less. Then, these guys ran into the area where we were waiting for the ship to deliver to Mr. Gambino, and wiped the floor with us. Something hit my head, and I woke up in rubble. Could someone please tell me what is goin' on here?"

[Armalite_]

Spike laughed. "Yeah. We robbed the shipment." He pulled a cigar out from his coat pocket and struck a match against the box. He lit up the cigar and shook the match out before flicking it away. He looked at Shiro and then at the stoat. "I know that the possibility of war are and it was inevitable. All I am doing is essentially buying more time here. Yes, killing eveyone at the dock..." He remembered who he was speaking to, "well mostly everyone anyway, was a neccessary action." He puffed on the cigar. "What are your names?" He asked.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt squirmed internally at the mention of 'killing everyone on the dock'.. he was not the most loyal Romano member, not by a long shot... but still, they had been the only friends he had.... the only... family... sighing he took a drag on the nip roll up, exhaling deeply and shaking slightly... it seemed what had happened was only just hitting home, and the wad of cash in his pocket was no longer feeling so comforting....

[Armalite_]

Paul stood next to the door. While Spike was talking he slowly moved his hand into his inside pocket and pulled out a Colt pistol. He cocked the hammer back and crossed his hand over the other that held it in front of him at waist level. If and when Spike gave the order, he was ready.

[Alice The Necrofox]

*They killed them?*
Shiro and the stoat flashed a look.They were in hot water.
"I'm Shiro. You should have recognized me, or at least your boys that come and bang the girls at my restaurant."
Shiro knew his magnum was still in his pocket, but he was cool. Don't set off any alarms. If he did, he would be one dead duck... or Fox in this occasion.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked up past Shiro at Paul. The wolf was shaking his head. "Right." Spike said, looking down. "I think I'm startin' to remember yous guys." He leaned forward and stared Shiro in the eyes. "But what the hell are you doing down at those docks?" His voice was dark. Spike glanced down into Shiro's coat pocket, spotting the shiny frame on the handle of his weapon. He looked back up at Shiro.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro noticed the look, and relaxed a little. But it was only a fraction.
"I went for a walk on the docs, and the boys there did a bad job of hiding the fact they were waiting there. I went to check on them. As one of Mr. Gambino's soldiers, its my job."

[Armalite_]

Spike narrowed his eyes and stood back up straight. "Yeah...I suppose it is." He sat back down on the chair and took another drag of the cigar. He reached over the table and wrote something down on the back of a shipping document. At the same time, the door swung open and Frankie stepped in from outside. He stood next to Paul at the door and crossed his arms. Spike didn't look up. When he finished writing the note he slid it over towards Kitt and looked back at Shiro. He stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh. "I just don't understand how you weren't killed."

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt took the shipping document, he read over Spike's scrawled note, then folded it up and nonchalant slid it into his jacket pocket as if was of no concsequence or importance. He looked over Shiro and the other, he recognised both from the docks on several occasions. Tipping back his Romano flatcap he took an excessively deep drag on his nip rollup, coughing twice, loudly before stubbing out the smouldering joint.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked back at Kitt then back at Shiro and the stoat. He drew his pistol and pointed it point blank in Shiro's face. Paul quickly did the same, aiming his weapon to the back of Shiro's head. Out of surprise, Frankie drew a shotgun that was behind a crate and aimed at the stoat. "You're a goddamn cop ain't you!?" Spike exclaimed, pressing the barrel against Shiro's forehead.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt drew his own revolver from his jacket, it seemed everyone was drawing guns and anyway, what was the point in having a gun if you never use it he mused. Cocking the hammer of the chunky pistol back he layed it across his lap, gripping it tightly he watched the processions with slight amusment, as if a spectator... this was Moretti and Lombardi problems, not his...

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro was unfazed.
"You wanna check with my boss? I can't vouch for the stoat, i just found him in the rubble. Still, if I was a cop, would i have the cuban contraband cigars in my left breast pocket? Or the scar across my palm where I was initiated? I guess i am just lucky."
Shiro leaned back.
"If i was a cop, I wouldn't have had you guys tailed. It would be stupid. Sending in a bunch of grunts into a big a mafia stronghold? Riiiight."
Shiro looked behind him.
"Anyway... before you shoot me, why don't you call the restaurant. The Fisherman's Market racket. That's my joint."
The stoat looked increasingly nervous especially with the gun at his head.

[Armalite_]

Spike kept the gun pointed. "I'm the boss here. I run the place. Nothing happens unless I say so! If you work for Mr. Gambino, ME, then you'd better get your story straight." He looked up at Frankie. "Call the Fisherman's Market and ask about this guy." Frankie nodded and walked over to the phone on the wall. He began to dial and put the phone to his ear. "Yeah, it's Frankie. Gimme the man in charge...He ain't there?...What's the guy's name?...Uh huh...Ok then." He hung up the phone and walked back over. "Yeah...He's legit." Spike looked at Shiro and lowered his gun. Paul did the same. He took a step to the side and pointed his gun at the stoat. "Who the hell are you?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

The stoat stuttered.
"I-I-I'm with h-h-him" He said pointing at Shiro.
"What? No you're not! I saw you under a bunch of rubble." Shiro said
Sirens sounded. Police sirens.
"Frack.."
Shiro punched the stoat's lights out.
"If we are gonna deal with these guye, then I better call my boys for backup."

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt watched the ensuing confusion, one paw tight around his revolver he sat quietly, unsure what to do... taking the opportunity to look over the shipping document again he looked to the signature.. 'Mr.Marino'... head of the police force and boss of the Marino family... what had he wanted with an order of so many weapons? and why had he gone to Mr.J Romano for them?... shaking his head Kitt cocked the revolver, looking from Spike to the Stoat...