The Commission

[Armalite_]

The leutenant stopped his bickering for a brief moment to listen for the rapping on his office door. "What the hell do you want!?" He yelled in the direction of the closed door. Callum's eyes followed the direction of the voice but didn't dare turn his head nor speak a word.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Sir, I have a prisonner in the interrogation hall that wants to talk to you sir... I don't know why, but he says he knows you in relation to one of the gangs? I don't remember which one."
he said this knowing that the room Kitt was in was in a quiet part of the station where he could slip out easily, and where Kitt could get the bead on him. He just hoped that Kitt stayed put.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt stopped, Shiro knew what he was doing... he had to trust the guy.... but then again, he'd never been a very trusting person..... he set down the toolbox and leaned against the wall, eating the workmans lunch that had been in there.... he just had to wait, and hopefully the mouse would come to him.....

[Armalite_]

The leutenant groaned and threw his pen down on his desk. "I'll be right there." He said before glaring at ther German Sheppard. "We're not done here. I'll be right back." Callum's superior opened the office door and looked at Shiro. Without thinking twice, he stared him in the eyes and said "take me to him."

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Yes sir, right away sir. This way please."
He lead the Lieutenant over towards the holding cells, and he got near the room with Kitt in it.
"Oh, sir... I forgot the paperwork for this prisoner... You continue there, it is just down the hall and to the right..."
Shiro turned and walked back out and hoped that Kitt would get the hint.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt walked past the lieutenant, making sure his flatcap was down low over his eyes.... "Dont mind me sir... jus' fixed the lights in there..."
He walked out, and past Shiro towards the lieutenants office in which Callum was now alone.... As he neared the office he put one paw into his jacket, and made sure the safety was off his thompson.... he nocked on the office door and walked in without waiting for an answer...

Callum looked up from his seat opposite the empty desk... he frowned.... "Wait... Kitt, isnt it?..."
Kitt set down the toolbox and pulled out the Thompson from inside his jacket "That's neither here nor there... Mr.Gambino sends his best regards, rat..." ...He pulled the trigger....

[Armalite_]

Callum's eyes didn't even have time to gape open before lead began to spray out of the gun. The bullets tore through his body like a rag doll, throwing him back against the wall while his blood splashed Kitt's face and body. He'd been shot in the throat several times allowing his neck to turn into paste, causing his head to tumble down onto his lap. Blood was puring out of the many bullet holes in his chest and stomach and seemed to intesify everytime another bullet would enter the cavity of chest. The gun fired on and on until it clicked empty. Callum's body was barely recognizable as it lay propped up against the wall next to a filing cabinet while the entire office seemed to be splashed with tiny drops of blood. In the middle of it all stood Kitt with the smoking gun.


Immieditately, an alarm began to sound and there was the sound of running footsteps drawing closer to the office door.

[KittKat chunky~]

Sliding the now empty Thompson back into his jacket, Kitt shoved the toolbox under one arm, and rolled up the window.... clambering through he rolled it back down, hoping his bloody pawprints wouldnt be noticeable amongst the rest of the splatterings across the room... shuffling along the ledge he looked left towards the fire-escape, he could make the gap if he jumped..... shuffling as close as he could he jumped, missed the fire escape ladder, and fell.....

Instead of the bone shattering crunch he had expected, he landed with a muffled -thwump- and a clang.... rolling over the smell instantly told him he had landed in one of the many dumpsters in the alley below... not waiting to be found he dropped the thompson, toolbox and the now bloodstained workman's jacket in amongst the rest of the rubbish, and jumped out. Ignoring the pain shooting up his left leg and ribs he ran down the alleyway, hoping to stick to the shadows instead of the main roads.... he spat out a mouthfull of blood, and ran...

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro slid into a corner, sliding off his jacket and moving out into the alleyway. He took a shortcut to the nearest bakery that was by his store, bought 6 bread rolls and donuts, and went back to his shop where his boss and his cronies were hanging out.
"Sooo... I brought food. Who wants a sandwich?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt ran as fast as he could, winding through the dark alleyways... he stopped in the shadow of a dumpster and pulled out the small matchbox Spike had handed to him...thewiping away the film of blood that now covered it he could still make out the name: Blue Oyster Lounge and on the inside flap was a name Ricky Digatto. "Meet him there. He'll set you up with a ride and a safe way back home." Those had been Spike's last word... time to see if they had been true... Shoving the matchbox back into his pocket Kitt set off again, at a slightly slower pace down the block...

Reaching the building he slunk out of the alleyway and walked through the main doors, ignoring the looks people where giving him... he wiped the blood away from his chin and walked up to the first person he found... "I'm looking for a Ricky Digattor..." The wolf looked him up and down before answering "Yes... that would be me... what you needing?"... "Mr.Gambino sent me, i need to hitch a lift..."
The wolf nodded briskly, shoeing away a member of staff... "Oh of course... right this way... please, hurry..."

[Armalite_]

Digatto lead Kitt through the bar. Shady folks and the usual cut-throats all stared Kitt down as they walked past. It was a little early in the day but it was night 24/7 in the Blue Oyster. Girls danced on poles and men whistle, hooted, and waved cash. Digatto walked through a pair of swinging doors and into the storage area and the ladies dressing room. A few of them looked at Kitt up and down and a few smiled and tried to get his attention. Digatto kept walking all the way back to the loading docks. Crates, barrels, and a few trucks took up the majority of the space in there. Ricky reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them into Kitt's hands. "Take the car on the end." He said, nodding to the roadster at the end of the line of trucks. "Good luck, Kid." The wolf walked back into the hallway, leaving Kitt in the garage.

[KittKat chunky~]

Catching the Keys Kitt nodded, wiping at least some of the blood from his face, shirt and jacket... getting into the roadster he started the ignition and rolled slowly out of the garage into the busy streets of New York... Once out of the City centre he pulled out onto the large industrial roads that took hundreds of tonnes of coal into New York every day, and accelerated off towards the Docks...


Twenty minutes later and he parked the roadster in a small car-park a block away from his actual apartment, and walked to the door of the flats and let himself in... climbing the long set of stairs he finally made it to the apartment itself, unlocked the door, and was instantly faced with Jesse's stern gaze...
"What... the hell Kitt?" She stood, hands on hips in the entrance of the apartment, waving a thick wad of cash before his eyes... "This is more 'n two h'ndred bucks here... where does a dock worker get money like that, eh?... Not working at docks thats f'er sure!"
Kitt rubbed the back of his neck agitatedly, all he wanted was to collapse into a bed, and sleep... not be standing here in the drafty stairwell having this conversation...
"Look.. i can explain.."
Jesse stopped suddenly, looking him up and down in shock "Kitt, is that... blood?!" She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him into the apartment... Kitt had a moment to notice just how strong she was, before the door slammed behind him...
"Well boy... you got some real explaining to do here.. She stared at him expectantly, still holding the dollar bills tightly... Kitt sighed, pulling off his cap and running a paw through his hair...
"okay... i cant keep lie to you... i tells ya, from the beginning...."

[x]

Squished between two big, burly, 'manly' men....Sacha realized she had indeed been in similar situations before....just not like this....not being kidnapped, for God's mericiful sake. She squirmed, utterly uncomfortable and only growing more and more agitated as the seconds flew by. "Do you have ANY idea who I am? If you did, then you....*squirm*...most certainly...*squirm*....would NOT be doing this to me right now! With my connections, I could have you killed for this!" The squirrel glanced over the driver, seeing that he was familiar, but not quite knowing where she had seen him before....She took another angry huff of her cigarette, creating a noxious smoky jasmine smell, and fluttered her purple-dusted eyelids without even knowing she was doing it. "Look. I need to find my daughter. That Falder person is scoping for her...he could be trying to kill her for all I know and I can't let that happen. Just let me go look for her and I won't be any trouble."

[Armalite_]

The driver, being Spike, only laughed. He didn't say anything. He only laughed and laughed until he had to wipe a tear from his eye. The Ford turned a corner down an alleyway. Spike got out first. Paul, Frankie, and Shiro followed suit. Paul, instead of grabbing the squirrel and ripping her from the car, opened the door and stepped away from it, gesturing that she best get out. Spike already walked in through the back doors to Shiro's bar and he expected that everyone did as well.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt finished explaining, he had told her everything.... The slap was expected, but still hurt.... "You lying, cheating feline!" He stood, expecting another slap as Jesse stood, defiant and still brandishing the money like it was a sword... "You didnt tell me you're working in the gangs.... i was wondering where a dock worker gets the money for an apartment... and now i know eh?"

He nodded, staring back at her quietly.... She stood, seething and watching him closely.... "Why'd ya do it... eh? Why?" He blinked twice, looking up at her and almost smiled... "Why else would i do all this?.. Come to America, work my arse off every day at those damned docks... i do it for m'family back home... and now, i'm doin' it for you... cos you deserve better 'n this..."

It was her time to be surprised, she flicked her tail, half in annoyance, half in adoration.... "Kitt..... oh Kitt you stupid, mangy feline.... I got money, my mother, she lives down in the city centre, big house n' all.... If you needed the money, you just shoulda asked me.... oh, you've been risking yer own neck, just for this?" She waved the dollar bills, but no longer with the same violence....

"Oh, forgodsakes.... come on in and get cleaned up......" She smiled in pity, taking Kitt by the shoulder and whispered with a smirk... "You stupid, mangy feline..."