The Commission

[Armalite_]

Spike listened to the approaching sirens. "No. Don't call for anyone." He looked back out into the kitchen where staff went about their usual business. "Fuzz ain't got no reason to be here." Spike looked back at Frankie and Paul. "Get the men. Deal with the cops. Don't fire unless fired upon. If they got a warrant. Stall em." He looked at Shiro and Kitt. "You two, take care of that one." He gestured to the unconcious stoat.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt walked over to the stoat and pulled back the hammer with a loud ~chick~... aiming between the unconscious figures eyes he squeezed the trigger slightly.... he really hated cops...

[Alice The Necrofox]

"No, if he is a stool pigeon, we gotta keep him alive. He could be working for someone else, or he could be the fuzz."
Shiro threw the unconsious stoat over his shoulder.
"Come on. I'll buy you a drink if we make it outta here. Is there a back door?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt stowed the revolver back into his jacket, pushing the brim of his flatcap down with a slight sigh of relief... he was secretly glad Shiro had stepped in.. killing was not somthing Kitt had in inclination to do, cop, or no cop....

"i dunno... i dont work here, im a Romano dock worker 'ent i? what'rya askin' me for?"

[Armalite_]

Spike looked back at Shiro and Kitt. "You came through the back door, Shiro." He said hurrying to pry off shipping tags from several crates in the room.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Got it. Come on."
He opened the door, out and away from the house.
"Let's go to my place. I know a shortcut."
He smiled. How cliche.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt followed Shiro out of the door watching him suspisciously.... "where is your place may i ask?"... he tightened his grip on the revolver in his jacket, never hurt to be carefull...

[Alice The Necrofox]

"The market. Not too far from here. One sec..."
He jumped into an alley, looking for something. Finding it, it being a door, he knocked on it. An older fox vixen poked her head out.
"SHIRO! What are you doin' here sweetie? I've been paying my rent, and all the girls are out of troub..."
"Matron, I ain't here for your dough, i need a shortcut to the store."
"By all means. Who's your friend?"
"Hehe, just a friend."
He motioned for the cat to follow him.
"Hanging with me, you'll find I have friends all over the place. Better than bumping people off."

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt followed Shiro through the door, nodding respectfully to the vixen as he passed...
"i dont enjoy killing... it just happened that other people have tried to kill ME a lot in the past few weeks... and its starting to get on my nerves... i just wanna work, send my money to my family in europe..."

he stopped suddenly... he hadnt meant to let that slip....

 "my parents migrated here, i was born in New York o' course.... im no immigrant, just sending money to distant relations is all..." his grip on the revolver increased, sweat sliding down the gun... if he wasnt more carefully blabbing that kinda stuff around would get him deported back to SLovakia... or worse...

[Armalite_]

Spike was franticallu trying to finish prying off all of the shipping tags as he could. He had them in a pile on the floor. He picked them up and carried them all into the kitchen. He looked around for a place to dispose of them. He looked through the window as cops began to enter through the gates into the compound. He quickly stuffed them into a pot of steaming soup and ran back into ther storage room and burst through the back doors. Frankie was walking over to the cars while Paul was rushing to get them men together should a firefight occur. Spike looked at the three truckloads of weapons that lay on the step near the back doors. He had no paperwork for any of these nor a way of hiding them. He would have to hope for a miracle.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Kid, you don't need to tell me your life story. If you aren't trying to kill me, you're as close to a friend as i'll get. Come on, its right here. Thank you again, Matron"
She nodded.
Shiro opened the door to his office, telling a very buff looking Otter to throw him in the back for questioning. He then sat down in his chair behind his desk.
"Ahhhhh...well what are you doing standing up like that. Have a seat"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt sat down in the offered seat, his grip on the revolver relaxing slightly. He felt awkward sitting in the office wearing dock workers clothes with someone he had just met, pulling off his flatcap he sighed, leaning back and watching Shiro carefully...

[Armalite_]

Frankie approached the first police car at the scene. "Whoa what the hell are you guys doin'!?" A panther stepped out of the car and pushed him aside. "We are under the suspicion that this adress is harbouring illegal immigrants, weapons, and controlling several gambling rackets across the city." He said walking past. Frankie narrowed hois eyes and stepped in front of him. "Let's see a warrant." The panther stopped and looked at Frankie. "We don't need a warrant for searching the Lombardi compound. The supreme court even knows you have what we're looking for." Frankie burst out laughing. "Execpt you do." The panther looked back at his accompanying officers. Frankie was quickly arrested. The panther made his way up to the front door of the main building while other officers ran around back.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro turned on the radio.
"Well well well... lets see if their plan worked out."
He looked at the cat.
"You can take your hand offa your revolver. If I was gonna kill you, you woulda been dead a while ago. Were all friends here. What's you're name anyway?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt took his hand away from his revolver slowly, watching Shiro turn on the radio... "My names Kistrev Szabo... most just call me Kitt.... and your name?"