Jerry Walsh's House, Las Vegas

For a nice guy Jerry Walsh had done very well for himself. He had a nice car, nice house, nice job, and a wife with a pair of nice tits. Unfortunately for him the last couple of weeks haven't been too nice. He was the Union President of the local chapter of the National Hotel & Tourism workers Las Vegas 198. NHTW-198LV the Union had found itself going on strike and to make matters worse he was running for re-election for president of the Union against Alan Greenman. For some reason he felt that there were forces working against him and that the whole reason for the strike was Greenman's doing. They had reached an agreement on a new contract to end the strike but they were going to take less and already he was facing a lot of angry calls from Union members.

"Yes, yes I know it's not what we wanted but it's what's going to get us all back to work."

He hung up the phone. Just one of the many angry phone calls he's received. He felt bad having to tell his people that this was a good deal even though he knew deep down inside they were all being screwed over. This entire strike and then the agreement on the new contract did not look good at all for his re-election as Union President. This all seemed to happen a few weeks ago when he was introduced to Tommy Capello who wanted to put him on his payroll but Jerry Walsh didn't trust him or his type since then it's been all downhill. It turned out his wife was sleeping around and cheating on him with someone else, his car had broken down, and Alan Greenman had gotten closer to Tommy instead.

"Fuck this shit."

Jerry Walsh pours himself a drink and goes outside to sit down. His house was in the desert just outside of Las Vegas and had a nice pool. He tries to calm down for five minutes when a mysterious figure shows up.

"What the fuck? How the hell did you know where I live?"

The man just smiled. It was Tommy.

"Jerry, Jerry Jerry. Stop asking questions. Y'know this whole mess could have been avoided if you had just taken the money a few weeks ago and shut the fuck up. But no your big mouth and your ego got you in this mess. We all could have been making money together, and maybe your wife wouldn't have left you. Ehh who am I kidding? She would have left you anyway!"

Tommy laughs again. Then gets serious.

"Why couldn't you be more like Greenman. Him we can control, he knows what having us on your side can bring you."

"You guys are nothing but no good thugs! I should have known Greenman was part of this mess. How far does this thing go?"

He pauses realizing the situation and mess he's in

"Jesus...I'll...I'll get the cops. You'll get hard time."

Tommy smiles again

"I did ten years. I ain't ever going back. Greenman has proven his value to us while you umm...well you're pretty much useless but you've been useless your whole life."

Tommy has his Colt 1911 out and Jerry Walsh starts crying and begging for his life.

"I'll make this short and sweet."

Tommy shoots him twice in the head. He looks around the house and sees Jerry's drink. He takes it, finishes it, and leaves.

TheBeast was waiting outside, expecting this outcome. The report of the pistol didn't bother him, he'd heard it before. Tommy exited the building and The Beast was ready, He opened the door to the car for Tommy and closed it once he entered. He then made his way to the drivers side door and got in. 

"Everything go well boss? He said to Tommy.