Marty just opened his eyes, the sun was shining weak rays through his window and he assumed that it was about seven in the morning. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes.

Great, another day of murdering, extortion, racketeering, and theft.

He stood up and moves the five feet to his stove and quickly scrambles up an egg. He finishes his egg and as soon as he puts the last bit of egg in his mouth, the phone rings. He stands up, trying his best to chew and swallow his food before answering, finds that unsuccessful, and answers the phone.

Herro? Uhh, what oo you 'eed?

(OOC: open RP, anyone is welcome to join)

The unknown voice on the other end of the phone says " I am given to understand that you are in the, shall we say,removal business. I would like to meet up and discuss the price with you. I will meet you at the entrance to the park in 30 minutes. Do not be late,I hate people who are not punctual. You will be watched so no funny business or you may end up with some swimming lessons"

There was an ominous click and the line went dead.

Marty had no idea who the man on the other line was, but he decided that if he got his number, then he can be trusted. He ran out of his apartment and hopped over the door into the driver seat of his 1930's coupe, then pulled out a map.

Ok... Which park, shit...

He decided to stop at the entrance to the park off of Main st. And just idled his car.

The passenger door of Marty's car opened and a hulk of a man got in and said " My Boss wants to meet you, drive. I will direct you to where he is meeting us and make sure we are not being followed"

The man rolls a cigarette and lights it up as he gives Marty the direction to travel.

"When you meet my boss, Be respectful" the man growls,"He likes that sort of thing."

Marty is directed to a rundown building near the docks and told to pull over. There is a number of well dressed men standing around the entrance and he is escorted in by one of them. He sees a well dressed man seated at a table with a coffee pot and two cups on the table.

"Help yourself to coffee or do you want something stronger?" his host asks and calls over one of his guards to cater to his guests needs.

"Smoke if you wish. I would like first just to talk so I can see what kind of man I am dealing with"

He pulls out two dark cigars and rolls one across the table to the host.

Yes, I would like some Sicilian wine if you have any, no need for age, I like the flavor of any years. You are dealing with a man who gets jobs done, if the cards are good I double down, and if not, then I start shooting, as long as I have a silencer. Murder runs in my family's cold veins. From robberies, to paid hits. It runs deep...

"very well, you sound like the person that I need. A business associate of mine is being fleeced by her partner,she will not admit it, as she will hear nothing against him. My own earnings are being eroded slowly by this mans embezzlement of the business funds. NO TRACE of my involvement must ever be made known. All the details of the business and the target are here"

He slides a large envelope across to Marty.

"I will pay $250,000 for him to disappear,half now and half on completion. I expect a result within 10 days. The contact details are not my personal ones but a close friend who will have no dealings at all in the city so will be able to deny all knowledge of any hit."

LondonJohn sits back and waits to see if marty will accept and how he will carry out the job.

He stares at the packet of money, lost in thought.

Well, the 250,000 total? And where is the hit at. What place, what city.

"All the information will be given to you when you agree to the job. I trust no one completely.
So is it yes or no. Whatever you decide is fine as you have nothing to incriminate me with and you will be free to go. however I need an answer now"

Since you put it like that, I'm in.

Marty stands up and extends his hand.

LondonJohn shakes Marty's hand ,and as if on cue ,one of his guards brings over a large envelope.

"All the information is there. Read through it now and Any thing else you need to know just ask and you will get it as soon as possible. I would like to hear your thoughts as to how you will carry out the job and should you need anyone else to assist I will loan you a couple of my guards. They are sworn to secrecy and will be under your orders for the duration"

Marty stood up, he walked back to his car and looked up. It was roughly nine in the morning right now. Then he opened the folder and put the papers on the trunk of his car.

     Target: Robert Jones

   Location: Unspecified betting parlor in New Orleans

  Payment: $250,000 total

  Reason: Embezzlement

  Execution of the hit: Assassin's choice.

He put away the papers and opened his trunk, he looked into an old, beaten golf bag, put it back into the trunk, and closed it.

I won't disappoint.

Then he hopped into the drivers seat and started his car.

Sounds are heard from the back seat of the car when suddenly Twisted pops up next to him with a huge grin on her face and a .38 special sticking out of her pocket.

Hey there Marty, I'm not late am I?? Where we headed? Got a smoke..

Twisted surely doesn't seem herself as she gazes around with her eyes glazed over..

Marty slams on the gas in surprise, then instantly hits the brake, then clutches his chest and keeled over in the passenger seat.

Twisted, you scared the crap out of me. That... That's not funny, I could've driven off the docks into the water. Holy shit...

He fumbles around for a cigar in of his breat pocket and hands it to Twisted, then he looked forward and started driving forward.

We're looking for gambling dens in New Orleans, I'll need for us to call our contacts and look for little back alley betting parlors.

And Twisted? Never sneak up on me like that again.

Was riding his bicyclye through the street when he saw marty and driving down. A figure had emerged from the backseat and SINGER looked confused. He kept riding his bike wondering what that was staring at the car as it drove away while he rode his bicycle right into the lake.

Taking the cigar she puts it between her lips and leans back in the seat searching her pockets for a match, finding one she pulls it out flicks it across the dashboard and liights her cigar, staring out the windows she starts laughing uncontrolably.

That scared you? Well hell I guess I should so this then huh??

Covers Martys eyes and whispers "Guess who??"

Twisted moves her hand and starts to laugh uncontrolably as she leans back in her seat.

So back alley betting parlors huh? think they will have tequila? I could use a good stiff one right now!

Marty saw SINGER stare at them, then fall in the lake, so Marty slammed onto the brakes again. He hopped out of the car and sprinted to the lake. He grabbed a life preserver that was hanging on a nearby shed and threw it into the lake.

SINGER, grab the floating circle! Live! Live!!! Forget the bicycle! No, the life preserver is the other way! Left!!! No, your other left!!!

Seeing SINGER in the water Twisted kicks of her shoes and jumps in the water, she grabs SINGER and pulls him to the life preserver then once he is safe she disappears in the dark water.

Hearing the commotion and seeing his guards running down towards the lake LondonJohn looked out of the window to see Marty throwing a life preserver to SINGER. The situation was so bizarre all he could do was watch and laugh.

"Charles, Get the car. We need to leave now"

Marty, now growing impatient, throws the life preserver again in for Twisted, gets in his car, and starts it.

Twisted pops up out of the backseat again sitting next to Marty, and grins as she reaches for her still lit cigar.

Hell Yea! lets hit those betting parlors.

Pressing the cigar between her lips Twisted puffs it a couple of times before gazing back out the window.