Apartment number 57

THUMP THUMP - CRASH

Pieces of wood splinter through the air - piercing the walls to the side of it as the dark figure Smashes through the door. Dust appears from the mouldy exterior of the building, revealing Matteo wiping his suit with a piece of wood taken hold of his right shoulder. Out from behind, Scratchy appears looking at the mess - taking out his piece pointing it towards the kitchen as he eyes Matteo, giving him a slight hand motion towards the Bedroom. Hearing loud music play and moaning noises play - Scratchy heads towards the Bed room as he see's a naked women run half dressed with paper flying out of her hand. 

Bedroom

Looking at a semi naked man with only a bed cover to his name, Scratchy with large disgust grabs the man by the neck - forcing him into the kitchen, giving Matteo his piece with his other hand - Scratchy throws the man onto a chair, with a grunt he doesn't resist, blabbering on how he has a wife and child, Scratchy not a fan of being unfaithful, he starts motioning Matteo to start pistole whipping him, as he spits blood, Scratchy tries to pull Matteo away, "Whoa, whoa. Remember why we're here, huh?"

Kitchen

Throwing a pen and giving the officer a piece of paper, Scratchy says in a deep - intolerant voice: "Imagine your last day on earth," Scratchy pauses taking out a cigarette, putting it in the officers mouth and lighting it, "What'd you think god would like you to say?" The officer starts to cry, putting his hands together. Scratchy, motioning his hands and turning his back - Matteo pointing his gun towards the officer, He breaks, thinking this will save his life, The officer writes his epitaph - with tears streaming down on the pages to make it look authentic.

Matteo with no resistance shoots the Officer in the head, with no hesitation - his body releases and the cries stop. They both exit the room, walking down the long stairs before the police arrive as the apartment complex is very large.

Tom Shelby's docks - Two weeks after

KL was in Solitary, Scratchy got intel on two officers that were publicly going to testify as witnesses against KL. With the trial coming close, Matteo and Scratchy split up on the knowledge they had on the two - both being protected by the Police and private hired services, the easier it was to get close. With the minions of Scratchy and Matteo bought with moolah - the two find themselves on the ground, being thrown out of their own vehicle with the informant in the mix being paid with notes by Scratchy. The two covered in dirt with only pants and socks covering them, Matteo, positioning them into a kneeling position, with their arms, legs, mouth tied or gagged, Scratchy didn't care for rats, passing this off as just another job and these scum as just another job. With two shots, Scratchy pulls the trigger this time, throwing their bodies onto a boat.

Giving Mohammed and Chopper the job of getting rid of the bodies in the middle of the ocean.

Scratchy waits for his informant to get back to him, figuring out a way to get rid of the stench they left behind. Matteo hunched back on the car - starts to tell Scratchy his side of the story on grabbing the second guy from his cosy nest.

Third Week

North Side Phone booth

"I have the papers and a good cleaner to stop the stench from spreading anywhere." With a tired sigh on the phone, Scratchy hears the news of the whole affair going awry for the prosecutors down in the trail, looking around him once or twice - he see's the night sky turning into daylight,

"The floaters are in spick town right?" Scratchy replies, whispering almost as a busy night in Chicago arises,

"Of course, of course," The unknown proffesional on the phone pauses and you can hear a cigaretee being lit, with a muffled voice he begins again, "Police don't turn one eye down there, nothing to it." 

Scratchy smirks, muttering some farewells to the informant - making another phone call to his accounted to wire a specific amount to the account. with all that said and done, Scratchy walks outside the booth - walking towards a car - lock picking it almost instantly that it seemed like it was his as in five seconds, Scratchy was 100mph down the street already, driving towards his house. Parking the car two streets down the ways, Scratchy wiping his forehead and adjusting his suit walks into the front door of his house, throwing himself on the chair, leaning with a stress ridden day.

KL's Trial room.

Scratchy, waiting outside of the large structured building, leaning on his car - checking his watch every five seconds wonders how long court cases last at this degree, looks around where people in suits go to their jobs of helping guys like himself get out of prison, with chatter coming from out of the building of disgruntled looks and disappointed sighs of the audience, cheers remained a large priority after a few hours of talking and judge gavels slamming down, putting a fully clothed contempt KL in the midsts of the civilian status, for another chance to commit deeds for his superiors. With Family members surrounding, smirking and laughing at the justice system, Matteo and Scratchy are put in two Auburn Convertible Phaeton Sedan

Evolution HQ

With a few family members and one body guard in each car - they find themselves back at the HQ Bar, with pints going all around - some faces don't see a very good reason to celebrate, while others are there for the alcohol. With some denting silences for some people who were lost, and large cascading amounts of laughter for the family over stepping their bounds over the law. Scratchy ponders over the whole events, taking whiskey shots - sits down in the bar, getting refills,  motioning towards Matteo, slamming glasses together.

Sitting in the family HQ I look around and see all kinds of different emotions. Some happy, some upset at how long I was away and others were just a little of both. I was finally free but it would have never been possible without my family. I stand right on the bar with my drink in hand... raising the glass and shouting "Can I have everyone's attention for a sec?." As the family stares I begin my speech.

"Just want to say how thankful I am to have you guys to call family...I would not be free right now if it wasn't for you guys. Special thanks to Koehler, Anton, Scratchy and Matteo. You guys made it possible for me to walk these streets once again... Also the new members who helped Scratchy and Matteo, you know who you are and you know what you did. I won't say in case we have some unwanted guests around. I am forever loyal to you all and I will fight for all of you right down to the last bullet. CHEERS."

Tom watches nodding as KL gives his speech. As everyone party's he approaches KL and pulls him aside. "Hey Kl good to see ya on the other side. Sorry I stormed out of the meeting room I just didn't think I could take all of this. Anyway ide also like to apologise for not been able to help with this whole Dub thing as you know I was up North, But i'm back now and if ya need a hand with the hotel or anything else let me know"

Dubliner had been getting info on how the trial was going through several people. The man getting the info, shared with someone in Oregon. The man in Oregon shared with someone in California. The person in California shared with someone in Melbourne. Melbourne to Adelaide. Adelaide to Dub. The took small fees and the way that the information was being given made it impossible for any of the informants to track who the information was ultimately getting to. The only person who knew was the person in Adelaide who Dub had come to trust so he knew he wouldn't give away Dub's identity to anyone else. 

He heard KL had been released. As to how? Dub couldn't explain... He had set him up perfectly to fall for Dub's actions. But somehow gotten off free. That KL was a connected man. Dub told his friend in Adelaide that he wanted to send KL a small gift. Dub had it wrapped and handed it over to his new friend. The package was to be delivered to KL's hotel. Placed directly on his desk for him to open when he got the chance... No "To:" or "From:" on the brown paper wrapping or anything to distinguish it. 

Dubliner received word that the package had been delivered at 11:07 pm, local time. KL may have been home for the night already. Even better...

KL walked through the doors of his hotel to the rousing applause of all of his workers. They were happy to have the well-liked boss back to work. KL's significant other whom Dub assumed he had murdered stood atop the balcony clapping and smiling at him. KL gave a small smile a wave to everyone as he made his way to his office and everyone went back to work. KL entered his office and was greeted by a foul smell. A terribly awful smell emanating from his desktop where a brown paper wrapped package sat waiting for him to open. KL sat down in his chair. The smell was almost too much and unlike anything he'd smelt before. He asked his assistant who the package was from but the assistant was unsure.

KL began unwrapping the package... Every move of the paper unleashed more pungent smell throughout his office. Finally, he could see it. A fish... With maggots squirming throughout the rotten flesh. Dead flies almost completely covered the dead carcass.

He knew what this was for. He flipped the fish over, sending maggots flying onto his desk and into his lap. He did not care, though. He was looking for anything else that may have been in there to give him a clue as to who sent it. He found a slippery, oil-covered, hand-written note:

"Congratulations on your release. I did not expect you to get off clean, but I suppose we all of surprises to share with the world. You just threw out multiple in rapid succession. Getting out of jail without charges, showing your large amount of judicial contacts, and surprising me with your lover still breathing... Yes, yes, I know about that... Quite the magic trick you pulled there. No matter. This fish isn't for you... It's for her. Watch her closely, KL. I know your weakness now. You're human just like the rest of us... Ain't that a surprise?"

KL read the note with horror. He knew exactly who the note was from.

Dub was ecstatic, to say the least. He knew KL had nothing on him. Dub never knew his parents. He grew up a beggar child on the streets of The City of Angels and got close with a group of modern nomads simply travelling the country. He followed them from LA down into New Mexico, Arizona, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, and Illinois. Ultimately, he ended up settling in Chicago. He had no family, no loved ones, nothing and no one to which he had made himself human to. He was untouchable and he knew it. He practically dared KL to come searching for him...

After reading the note I sit back at my desk and smile. "Fucking dub." The note didn't bother me too much... besides Dub had a big surprise coming, he just didn't know it.

Few moments later Lily walks through the door into my office as I cant help but smile. "Lily did you move the rest of your things to my place yet?"

She replies with a yes and a smile. I glance down at her belly as she was carrying our child. "Sweetie no more maid service for you, focus on the baby and I want you to stick close to me and Mateo... this place is loaded with security and they all have orders to make sure nothing happens in here again.

After Lily heads out of the office I speak with Scratchy and Mateo and inform them the policies have changed. Being alert to suspicious acts was top priority.

There was no concern on my end as Mattel informed me he hired a lot of guards and scattered them throughout the hotel.

Once again alone in my office I begin to smirk again waiting to receive word that Dub's surprise had arrived.

Matteo quickly took those rotten fish from KL. He shows an annoyed face, whilst taking them out to the trash bin.

He eavesdropped KL's conversation in the office and as Liky walks out from the room he grabbed her hands and whispers to her :

"No one is gonna die anymore. I have made a mistake and that won't happen again. I will always have eyes on you and KL. Nobody will ever get to kill you or him. Not on my watch. They won't even know I am looking at them."