The Commission

[Armalite_]

"Yes, I couldn't agree more." Spike said looking down at the stoat who's eyes stared in a continous gaze without blinking. His mouth hung open and a line of drool would drip out and land on his lap. "Paul, get him out of the chair."  Paul stepped forward and began to untie the stoat's restraints while the stoat remain motionless in the chair.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kistrev watched as the Stoat was dragged out of his chair, tongue lolling out and eyes staring blankly into the middle distance...
"well Spike... i gotta hand it to ya..... you got a way with the rats..."
He laughed quietly, taking a last drag on the roll-up and flicking the smoking mess away.... pulling on his flatcap he looked to Spike...
"So Boss.... you got any plans involvin' me, or can i get out of here now? only i got some business to attend to down at th' docks..... if ya catch my drift, boss..."

[Armalite_]

Spike looked at Kitt and saw what he was getting at.

"Yeah, you're done here, Kristev."

Spike returned his attention to the stoat who was now being lifted up by Paul and carried out of the room.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt nodded to Spike, tipping his flatcap down to him in consentual farewell...

"Aye, Aye then skipper...."

Smirking Kitt turned and left the room, passing Justine Kitt briefly kissed her, and told her the address of his apartment at the docks, and wrote down a phone number she could get him with... after a fully non-verbal farewell, he left Shiro's racket business and got into his old Skoda, the engine coughed and then rumbled to life as he pulled out onto the main road towards the docks....

[Armalite_]

Paul hauled the body out into the main room which, lucky for him, was empty. Paul dropped the body on the floor which landed in a crumpled mess with a loud thud. Spike nodded and lit a cigar. "Well? Let's call the ambulance." An evil smile spread across his face.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro motioned for one of his lackey to make the calls.
"So... who do we think this one is and how did he get into the ring?"

[KittKat chunky~]

The Skoda swerved between the slower cars and trucks on the road, turning into a corner Kitt turned the radio off and ground to a halt outside the Romano apartments... slamming the car door behind he whistled as he fumbled with the apartment keys, climbing up through the dingy concrete stairwell his whistling echoed loudly...

Shoving open the apartment door Kitt looked around at the general mess and clutter, he threw his jacket onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves.... time to clear out the all this crap... if he was gonna be selling this place at least he could make it look like a bomb hadnt exploded in the middle of it all....

[Armalite_]

Spike puffed smoke out one side of his mouth. He turned to face Shiro and shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't follow what you mean, Shiro. All I know is that I came in here to have a coupla drinks and this guy fell on a spike. I don't know nothing about him and I don't know who he is. I ain't see in in my whole life. He's nothing and of no use to me."

[KittKat chunky~]

Two hours later and the apartment was..... well.....

Kitt stood in the middle of it, feeling rather pleased with himself... the general clutter and mess had been thrown out into a dumpster, and the two roomed apartment was looking the cleanest it ever had done in all time.... Collapsing onto the couch Kitt pulled his flatcap over his eyes, time for some well earned sleep......... and then... he yawned... and then... he would phone the agency..... and... he yawned again...and then he would phone Justine.......

[Armalite_]

Sirens whailed in the distance. "This city gets fast service." Spike said to himself, picking up his drink from before and taking a sip. He turned and looked at Shiro. "Shiro, I'm holding a game of cards in a few days. I was wondering if you wanted a seat at the table. It's $100 000 to get in. We play for keeps."

[KittKat chunky~]

Slept on his side, then his front.. repeatedly turning and rolling... he couldnt sleep... yawning he sat up, pushing his flatcap out of his eyes....

Once at the front door of the apartments he fumbled with the keys and walked out into the new york evening... the sound of traffic, and the not too distant docks filled the air along with the smog... taking in a deep breath he headed for the city centre, going to go to the agency and tell 'em about the apartment....

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Heh, you know me. I don't pass up a chance like that."
Shiro grinned and patted his pocket.
"Anyway, the nice thing about running a bar and casino is that some how, the money always trickles back. Thats why you guys keep me, no?

[Armalite_]

Spike chuckled. "We have all our associates for one reason or another. I'll leave it at that." Spike turned his head in the direction of the door when medical personel rushed in.

"What happened here?" A paramedic asked kneeling down to have a look at the stoat. He switched gazes between Shiro and Spike. Spike raised his eyebrows and looked away. The medic then looked at Shiro for the answer.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"I am not really sure, ma'm. A patron came in, just like you or me, mumbled something, and pulled out a gun on us. He shouted at me like I was some mug or something... fired a shot" he pointed to a planted bullet hole that was up on the cieling," and I guess the force of the blast knocked him back into that ornament over there. He was obviously intoxicated. He fell on the spike. " he pointed to the stoat who was still attatched to the spike.
Shiro had planned for this. His boys had laid down the cop's gun next to him, made him drink a little before interrogation, and made sure to dust anything. One thing about Shiro, was that he always had an escape plan and a ton of friends. In fact, the very nurse running towards him was a family (actual family, not mob family) friend. She looked at him knowingly, nodded, and motioned for the medical team to get the body.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked on as any other spectator would. He watched them pick up the body and put it up on a stretcher. As they wheeled him out, a small notebook fell from out of his pocket. The medics hadn't noticed as Spike prayed they wouldn't. As soon as they were out of the bar doors, Spike lept out of his chair and over to pick up the small book and rushed back over to his seat, sitting back down nonchalauntly. He lit up a cigarette and gestured for Shiro to come over and sit in front of him.