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"Who are we meeting Mr Dragon?"
Sal causiously asked, a few steps behind Mr Dragon as they walked down the suburbs of Chicago. The homes here were beautiful, and obviously not cheap. Even the weather seemed good in this area, clear skies and sunshine meant it was nice and warm. Dragon was walking along without his suit jacket off, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a cigarrette hung from his mouth.
"An old friend of mine Sal, he's the kind of guy who can find people. Exactly what we need right now."
It had been 3 days since Dragon had been stolen from, Sal had seemed edgy since then, he didn't want to piss off Dragon and had kept his mouth shut since the incodent. Today Dragon had decided, he was dealing with this. He had lost $75,000 to those thugs, spare change to him really, but it was the principle that had angered him.
Dragon stopped at the end of the path to one of the houses and finished his cigarrette, flicking the butt into the gutter drains, he proceeded to walk down the path towards the door. Sal didn't really know if he was supposed to follow and stayed where he was, holding Dragon's jacket flung over his shoulder. He could feel the weight of Dragon's gun in the jacket, just knowing that Dragon had killed men before made Sal alittle weary of his temper. He chose his words carefully and made sure he followed instructions down to the word.
Dragon had made it to the door and knocked a few times, it took a few minutes before anything happened so Dragon had time to turn around and look at Sal. He gave him a slight nod, indicating to stay where he was and keep an eye out for anything untoward. A second later the door swung open, a man in a casual shirt and suit trousers stood there. A shaven head and frown upon his face, he looked like he had been intteruped from something important and had come to the door to yell at whomever had bothered him. Then he saw Dragon stood infront of him, a small smile appeared on his face. He wasn't truely happy to see Dragon, as Dragon mainly visited him on buisness, buisness which usually meant trouble.
Sal couldn't hear what the two began to speak about, but he did notice the shaven head man glance over Dragon's shoulder for a moment, then obviously ask whom Sal was. Dragon seemed to talk for a few minutes then he glanced back and gave the arm wave which meant to come over. Sal was unsure of this, he had heard Dragon speak of "Sky" before. All that Sal knew was that he was a Made guy with Teh Dagenham Syndicate, he didn't even know how close Dragon and Sky were.
Dragon turned to face Sal as he came up the path.
"Sky, I would like you to meet Sal Alberti."
Sky nodded at Sal still with a slight frown on his face.
"Sky Sorrocco is the name, nice to meet you."
Sky offered his hand to shake, Sal took it without hesitation. His hand felt rough and worked. Sky then stood aside and Dragon proceeded inside, Sky stood and waited for Sal to enter, he hesitated for a second but then followed Mr Dragon.
The house was spotless, nothing out of place, mainly cream and white colours covered the walls and floor. Sal didn't feel very comfotable here, he was unsure of Sky. Sky lead them into the living are and they sat down on the couch, Dragon looked more relaxed than he had for a few days, since the robbery.
"So, Dragon. What brings you knocking here?"
Sky stood in the doorway, he looked like he didn't wish for the visit to be too long.
"I need you to find someone for me Sky."
Dragon leaned forward in his seat as he spoke and clasped his hands together infront of him.
"The two who caught you off guard a few days ago...?"
Sky seemed to ask with a sort of caution, not nearly as cautious as Sal would have chosen to approach the subject, but he had known Dragon longer Sal thought.
"Yeah, I know you know who they are by now. I know who they are by now, word gets around."
Sky nodded, he knew what Dragon was going to do to the two men when he caught up with them. It was complicated, they had stolen from a Made guy, they were from associates of a small Baltimore crime family known as The Grazzio Crime family. They had been in Chicago on buisness with a local dealer who wanted to get the best prices they could. Unfortunatly they had decided they wanted to make some money while out in Chicago, they had just stumbled upon the wrong people.
"You know what you're going to do about this?"
Sky stroked his chin and cheeks, rubbing the slight stubble while speaking.
"I'm going to do what I have done to every other person who has stolen from me."
Sky nobbed slighty while leaning back on the balls of his feet, arms folded, one hand to his cheek. The room went quiet for awhile and then Sky seemed to tense up, nod at Dragon and walk from the living area. Dragon stood up and began to follow, he glanced back at Sal for a second, his signal to follow.
Sal had been on edge since entering, he wasn't sure of Sky. New faces didn't agree with Sal very much, he liked the old comfortable faces. That was what Sky was to Dragon, and would probably become to Sal, given time. Sal stood up and followed Dragon and Sky from the room down the hallway and into a back room.
The room was nearly empty, almost like a broom cupboard, with old, dusty, wooden floors. Sky leaned down on one knee and started pulling up a loose floorboard. Dust rose and he pulled it away, like it hadn't been move in awhile. He pulled out an old rifle, maybe a hunting rifle, Sal wasn't sure. As he handed it to Dragon he muttered something about "Old Faithful" to him, Dragon kind of chuckled then started whipeing the gun down with a hankercheif.
"Go wait with Sky why I fix this thing up."
Dragon waved his arm at Sal as he spoke, eyes glued to the gun as he whiped it down. Sky had already made his way back to the living area, Sal turned and followed suit. He got to the doorway of the living area and saw Sky sat on the single armchair in the room, drinking from a flask. He was laid back, relaxed. Sal went and sat on the couch, Sky looked at Sal.
"So you know why they call Mr Dragon out there Mr Dragon?"
Sal didn't really have an answer for him, he never thought about his bosses main name. So few people called him by his first name, he didn't even know it.
"No, I haven't heard?"
Sky sat forward alittle and began to speak.
"His name is Leo Manovanni, he got the name Dragon from when he first started out in this thing of ours. He used to piss people off, blow smoke in their face as per say. Some people thought it was because dragons can fly, and Dragon soared from the start in this buisness. Nowdays, it means different. They call him Dragon because he's Wise and experienced, he plans ahead. He also sometimes, very rarely, takes a young mafioso under his wing and teaches them everything he knows about this thing of ours."
Sky looked past Sal towards the doorway as he muttered this below his breath so only Sal could hear.
"Looks like you're under his wing kid..."
Sky stood up as he muttered it, Sal glanced to the doorway to see Dragon stood there with a long cloth ties to what Sal could only assume was the rifle.
"Let's go Sal, Things to do."
Dragon said as he started out the door.
"Thanks for looking after her for me Sky, see ya around."
Dragon said over his shoulder to Sky, Sky had walked to the front door with Dragon as he spoke.
"Where are we heading?, Mr Dragon."
Sal piped up as he also stood and half-jogged to catch up with Dragon. As he passed Sky in the doorway, Sky spoke.
"You're going to Baltimore...." |
