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| Interviewing With The Mob | Started by: LittleEvey on Oct 21, '07 01:07 |
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*Every morning, the headlines in the paper over glorified the world of organized crime. The media and the unpocketed politicians and policemen vilified and set the bar so high that it was hard for simple mafioso like herself not to get bogged down in how inglorious the job really was. The mob wasn't all glitz and guns. It wasn't all about wacking the teamster's chairman, or shaking down the hot block. Not everybody wore pinstripe suits and got to toss twenties at g-strings.* *Hell, she made more money when she was the one wearing the g-string.* *No, sometimes being in the mob was all in the details and dirty work, and sitting on the bench at the train station wasn't her idea of headline news. She spit out her gum and stuck it under the wooden seat, adding to the growing menagerie of spearmint and other long lost flavors. Opting for a cigarette over another chew, she glanced at her watch before striking up a match. Five more minutes until the train arrived. Five more minutes until her next job stepped off that train and she became a tail.* *Surveillance was her least favorite duty, but until she could do some odd jobs for the right people and do them right, she'd be hard pressed to find a steady haunt to rest her pretty little head. Recently, she'd fallen into the good graces of Benny "Bottom Lip", who true to his name carried a shelf above his chin. Benny was good enough, gave her some errands to run, and promised to set her up with "the big boss". To her knowledge, Benny hadn't even breathed air on the same block as "the big boss" and Evey currently contemplated how she was going to find gainful employment. She only knew what she'd been brought up on, and that was how to be a criminal without getting caught.* *Unfortunately, the mob didn't run classified ads in the Tribune, and she had no idea who "the big boss" was or how to introduce herself. Despite what people said, the world of organized crime wasn't too organized for the casual outsider. Her attempts to network her way into a family had failed. She had to rely on her own set of skills. Finesse she had. Charisma she had. Balls even. But people were too often castrated in the business, and she needed an iron set to survive.* *Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the train approaching. Folding the newspaper and setting it in her lap, she waited with the rest of the bystanders on the platform for the train to stop completely. Once the doors opened and the passengers started leaving their compartments, and she located her mark, she realized that her first impression of Benny was wrong and she might, for the second time in her life, be in well over her head.* |
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Sprozza stepped off the train, glancing at his watch. Five after seven, late again. Sighing, he manouvered his broad frame through the crowd. He saw Lucks at the end of the platform, he moved over to him, he leaned in close and whispered harshly What are you doing here? I said I'd meet you at the shop. Lucks whispered something back but the noise was lost to the screeching brakes of a nearby train. Shaking his head, Sprozza went on It doesn't matter, you're here now. We'll have to go for coffee or something now though, I can guarantee people will be watching two guys like us getting together, and there ain't no way I'm leading em to Ollie. You know any good coffeehouses 'round here? |
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| Reply by: Sprozza at Oct 21, '07 19:10 | |
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He wasn't a giant, per se, but she was startled by his size. She thought she was tailing a crooked accountant to gain a lead on some 'improperly allocated funds.' But this man didn't look like he crunched numbers. He looked like he crushed faces in his fist. What had Benny put her up to? She left the paper on the bench and decided to leave. This wasn't worth it. He had to be an upper level of another family. If not a button, then close. This is how Benny recruited? By sending people on suicide missions and seeing who came out alive? To hell with Benny. It wasn't worth risking her life getting mixed up in a family dispute when she had just barely made it into the city. Carefully walking the other way, she made a beeline for the train station doors and hoped to get to her car before the gentleman collected his bags. |
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| Reply by: LittleEvey at Oct 21, '07 19:23 | |
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Lucks crunched the last fews slivers of the peppermint he was chewing before replying. Yeah, there's a joint just down the street from here. Shouldn't be too busy--never is. He turned to lead Sprozza off of the platform, but stopped mid-movement. Say, you bring any bags? The two men moved down the platform to the luggage car, where Sprozza collected his belongings. Then, they walked together to the street curb where a car was waiting. Any chance that they had merely been coworkers or old schoolmates was forgotten as their car pulled around and its driver hurried to collect them into the vehicle. In a matter of moments, they were gone from the scene. |
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| Reply by: Lucks at Oct 21, '07 19:33 | |
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She pulled out of the train station, pissed and hoping to find Benny jaywalking on her way home. Benny Bottom Lip would be Benny Street Pancake if she ran into him again, and she hoped she did indeed run into him. Mostly she was mad at herself for being so naive. She knew better. Her mother would be so disappointed. Not paying attention, she maneuvered her car onto the highway and nearly sideswiped a passenger vehicle. Even though she knew she was in the wrong, she reached for the horn... Until she recognized the passenger. |
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| Reply by: LittleEvey at Oct 21, '07 19:44 | |
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Lucks dug through his pockets for another mint. The coffee shop was just a few more miles away, but he was growing impatient. He needed to talk business without being overheard and the driver was making him uncomfortable. Who honestly checked the rear-view mirror that often? It turned out that he should've been paying more attention to his side-views than his passengers. The driver swerved the vehicle to the left, jolting the passengers from their seats as he avoided a collision. Lucks didn't care whose fault it was. He immediately started to shout obscenities at the driver, while smoothing his suit. After offering apologies, the driver assured him that they would soon be at their destination. Moments later, they were pulling off the highway and slowing to a stop outside of the caf Lucks quickly got out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He walked around to the driver's window and waited while it was rolled down. Leaning in, he looked at the driver and spoke slowly and calmly. I expect to be picked up in an hour and by a more competant driver. Got it? |
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| Reply by: Lucks at Oct 22, '07 18:43 | |
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