It was an early morning and Vegeta had business plans to make after having an "interesting" night last night, he stretched as he woke up and saw the girl he spent the night with was still sleeping next to him as he gave her a slim grin as he got up and began to walk over to his closet; sliding it open and beginning to get his suit out that was still covered in a bag in order to avoid from it getting dirty as he laid it out on the spot of the bed where he got up and began to slowly bring out the suit from the bag and laid it out next to the bag. Vegeta tossed it down onto the floor and began to slide himself into his new suit, buckling the belt and tying his shoelaces properly, he still kept his eye on the girl as he walked over to her side of the bed and sat down next to her. Vegeta met the girl at a short meeting for a crime that was being planned to take care of a post office, still remembering the looks they exchanged at the meeting here and then, it made him think as he was stroking his hand on the girl's cheek.

Vegeta watched her wake up slightly as they exchanged another look; it was a pleasant look as he saw her smile which made him smile back, remembering the business plans he had to make he quickly pecked her on the cheek.

"I have to go. I won't be back until tonight as I'm gonna be out organizing the plans I made for today, I decided this last minute last night because I remembered then, might hit up another place today and see what cash we can yank out of that, if we end up deciding that I'll let you know ahead of time, I'll sneak in a quick break to come back or meet you around today and I'll discuss it off with you. Because after all, after that last job? I know what you're capable of, considering. And I didn't mean anything by that last one."

Vegeta gave her a quick wink as he got up and walked over to his apartment door as he opened the door and shut it, walking out onto the busy streets of Chicago he began to walk over to a local warehouse where he would begin a short meeting with other Wise Guys.

"Come on fucko, you got my outfit wet!" cutie gave her fellow wiseguy a shove and let out a little grunt. "I'm sorry, but seeing you mad is so sexy. Makes me wanna just-" 

"You fucking shut your mouth right now or I'll gouge your eyeballs out with my bare hands." He looked at her weirdly, then proceeded to have a conversation with another associate. Vegeta walked in looking his best, as he scanned the warehouse. Many times cutie never could tell what he would say. Few times before, she worked with him in a hit squad but she had taken a break and was now back on her feet. "Thank you all for coming. As you all know, last night was a major success but... I have a new plan for today." 

cutie shut her mouth tight, stood with straight posture and listened closely to what he had to say. Vegeta had never mentioned anything about the escort services. cutie only knew that they were there for protection and entertainment.. but he had something else in mind. "We have a multi millionaire drug supplier among the streets of Chicago today.. and well, he's in a big pile of trouble. Authorities have investigated him and if he gets caught, we do too." The amount of money in this is big, cutie thought. Offering the drug supplier with protection in exchange for his mula and drugs will raise quite a fortune. There needs to be someone undercover though, if Vegeta wanted someone to get close and communicate the plan to him. She knew that there was a night club called "Red Door", the only club that would be open tonight. "It seems simple enough, while I also make an arms deal with him to make him know that we are taking this very seriously. He goes by the name Artyom Popov, born and was raised in Russia. I need... a few undercover escorts. Which is the important part because whoever the escort will be, is either going to make this job successful, or a matter of life and death. The police are closing in on him, and we need to be quick. Again, thank you all for coming. I will send further information tonight for Red Door." 

On every job, cutie's on high alert... but somehow something about this particular job didn't feel right to her. Ah fuck it, she thought. cutie walked out of the warehouse with the rest and each went back to their place. Her closet had a few "skimpy" outfits she could choose from, she strapped her gun to her thigh holster and patted her dress down. The day started to end quick, as she waits for for more details about tonight. 

Vegeta was on a dress to impress type of occasion. This job was more planned out but he worried putting a lot of trust into some of the local wise guys even though he had worked with them before. The job was bigger, to sneak into to meet into the night club and plan an undercover service, with the escorts; If our cover was blown we'd be in for the worse with the amount of possible connections the Russian could have. Vegeta kept his eye on cutie as she left at the end of the meeting, the rest of the local wise guys left a few minutes after they were done adding to the plan but then soon Vegeta departed the warehouse and took in a deep breath as he exhaled. The plan was going to be executed later tonight but while it was still day light he can attend to the rest of the business he had to do.

Artyom, biggest millionaire seller that ever stumbled into Chicago; there were some big dealers before but this is one is a life-improving opportunity, for some in that case. Vegeta had to find out more about the Red Door itself as it was gonna be the only club opening tonight but he wanted to know the interior of it all, entrances, exits, possible positions, everything. He wanted to play it off smart but sometimes that's not all that is needed, Vegta planned to make a stop there later today before the club opening and because he knows the owner he got a special pass to get in even after hours or just to stop by to have a chat but the only chat he's gonna have is the one when he discusses how everything goes down when he gets the interior planned.

Vegeta stopped by the local post office to collect a late payment from the boss of the place and its workers, he went into the back and had a sit down about the collection.

As Vegeta collected the payment, he talked with the boss and workers, getting them engaged in his discussion. Vegeta often wondered what his life would've been like if all of this never happened... Would he have children by now? The exotic girl he had laying in his bed a few hours ago.. Would he take her hand in marriage soon? Shit, he thought. Get it together. 

cutie touched up her look and walked towards the mirror. As she looked at herself, she started to feel pleased with her sense of style and wellbeing. Sometimes she yearned for someone to look at her the way a man looks at money. Huh, she thought. Pretty ironic since she's an undercover escort now. 

Moments passed, and she could practically hear the booming noise coming from the nightclub down the street. Red Door was a full house. She had received a call minutes before, about heading down to the warehouse to review what the plan was. 

She walked out of her condo down the stairs, and checked to see her gun was strapped in tight.

Vegeta thought deep down as he involved the post office workers and boss into his discussion but then again he thought about the girl he brought to his home last night, the only problem was Vegeta couldn't feel anything like it was all different for a while like if he was having flashbacks when it all started, from the day he was with his Uncle to where he then stood in front of his grave at the cemetery. He needed to snap out of it, suffer another time.

He slid the payment that was given to him by the boss into his jacket, getting up to leave and give a simple nod to those who participated in the discussion upon leaving the office. Being there for a while made time past as it was already midnight, Tonight's the night Vegeta murmured. He made his way back to the run down warehouse where he met with the local wise guys earlier today, he came up to the entrance and went inside as he saw a couple of people came early and were sitting down having a chat when they went silent out of respect for Vegeta entering as they knew he was gonna give the rundown once more. He scanned the room quickly as he saw two people still have not made it so Vegeta stood patiently waiting for everyone to be caught up; thriving for a drink of bourbon at the moment he decided that now wasn't the right time.

"Frank better not come late again. I don't have time for people who can't afford to be on time for something important, especially when it's meeting with a big millionaire dealer, a task that is not heard of everyday. A local street dealer can't even compete, mind you."

cutie's steps sped up. She knew that people would be there already with Vegeta. There the warehouse was, in the distance. When she went to open the door, she quickly gathered herself among the wise guys. "Men, women... settle down now. It is time. There are four main exits on the first floor. Keep in mind, there are other floors but we will certainly not be going up there. The exits are located at the following locations. Back of the bar with the backfed chillers, dressing room for the strippers and one at public area tier one. There is an exit at the male water closet, which I have no idea why. We will not be using that one. Artyom Popov will be sitting at the VIP lounge. Only, and only the escorts will be able to speak to him about our plan..." 

There was a pause, as she watched Vegeta's eyes land on her. 

"I want extreme classiness and elegance.. Escorts are supposed to be very trusted people. The message I want you escorts to get across is that around twelve am, the police will come looking for him. Explain that our team will keep him protected and make sure he does not get hurt, but only if he agrees to give up the drugs, hand over the money and leave the city. Once police comes busting in, no, before they even pull out their guns, wiseguys.. you know what to do. Artyom will be escorted out the exit at the dressing room. There will be a black Mercedes 260D there waiting outside the exit. I will be in there, to speak to him. Wiseguys and escorts will go out at at the front and there will be another mercedes there following behind Artyom and I. Fellas, it's going to get messy."

Everyone was equipped, shoes polished and the only thing left to do was get the hell out of the warehouse to Red Door. The two black mercedes cars waiting outside. 

Vegeta and his team were prepared and it was time, he went out of the warehouse with the local wiseguys and began piling into the vehicles. Vegeta went into the back of the second one with the designated driver, he could already smell the activity from Red Door as it is booming tonight. His pistol hidden inside of his jacket, we were all prepared and tonight's the night, for some reason Vegeta couldn't focus properly like he would snap in and out of reality for a few minutes then snapped out of it all, hot damn he thought, he can't assume he's going insane at a time like this.

The vehicles drove to their designated locations, after investigating Red Door just moments before the club opening; Artyom should be on the second floor in VIP. Alone, he thought and most of the time some people couldn't bare to walk alone at night without protection, everything seemed fishy at one point but the plan was still to be continued.

"Let's not fuck this up. Big dealer and if we don't have our the upper hand this time we are in for some deep shit." Good thing Vegeta prepared a backup plan in case the police raid was too heavy to handle, considering the information from a CA he suspects it won't be as heavy but then again it feels like a balanced force. The plan was executed and everyone was underway doing what they needed to do. Time was crucial.

Everyone was waiting. Outside, in pitch black dark because the street lights don't work. cutie puts on her satin gloves and looks to her wiseguys, wishing them goodluck. "Vegeta, now?" 

"Go." 

cutie walked in, pretending to admire the neon lights above her. She saw bags of cocaine all lined up on different tables, and there was money being thrown on the stage for the strippers. Then, she saw Artyom. cutie walked up to him and extended her hand for a handshake. 

Artyom looked at her willingly and shook his head. "No... let us embrace." He opened his arms for cutie and he gave her a kiss on both of her cheeks. The cops would be coming any minute. cutie adjusted herself onto Artyom's lap and poured him a glass of expensive wine. "Cheers." they both said. Suddenly, cutie looked at the time on his wristwatch and saw it was 12am. The doors busted open. People screamed. The strippers tried running off to the dressing room but the cops were already ahead of them. 

It was totally unexpected. The cops came from every exit, not just the front one. Shit. Shit. cutie quicky turned to face Artyom and looks him in the eye. "You are going to get fucking killed right now if you don't come with me. Someone will explain to you later." 

Many of the wiseguys were already gunning people down, but since Red Door was the only club open, there was more time for more cops to come in. Artyom nodded in hear. "I don't want to die. Please... No..." 

cutie could see the tears in his eyes and tried comforting him. When she saw that a police was about to point his gun at Artyom, the wiseguy that teased cutie earlier wacked him in the head with a beer bottle. She couldn't hear what he said after that but he saw his hand wave to the exit behind the bar. 

cutie grabbed Artyom by the shoulders and both ran together to the back of the bar. They were safe. It's all fine.... 

WACK! cutie looked back to the dancing floor and saw the wiseguy dead. The one who saved her and Artyom... She was never going to forgive herself...

She stared at the body lying on the ground. "Can we go now?" Artyom asked, confused and worried. cutie got out of her thoughts and lead the way to the Mercedes cars. As she went inside the car to see how many wiseguys were there, she only counted four. "Where are the rest?" she asked. 

Then cutie quickly rushed out of the the car to move into Vegeta's and Artyom's just before they drove off. Her eyes widened as she looked at both of them. "Our men have reached their time... They're all.. dead."

"Shit. I was warned we'd be in deep shit, and I didn't believe it would actually be true. Marty, go ahead and start driving, we need to get away from the scene before the cops cut off our only chance of escape and end up in the slammer."

In good news, Vegeta and his team successfully caught Artyom and got him to safety; the last thing that was needed was to have the discussion but because of the early police raid like if someone knew our times and gave it to the police. Vegeta pondered, could it have been possible? Was somebody ratting out to the feds the entire time we discussed the plan? Could it have been Frank? He was always late..

Vegeta looked at cutie momentarily while they were driving away after giving the driver instruction. The only thing Vegeta was doing was looking her up and down before looking back ahead, letting out a deep sigh. "Cutie, did you happen to see Frank when you went inside or left the vehicle; was he going in with the rest of you? I'm starting to get a suspicious feeling we had a rat inside the meeting while we were discussing it all." Vegeta looked over at Artyom, even though he is still shaken up we had some talking to do.

"Mister Artyom, we have some talking to do."

cutie felt cold and she put herself in some kind of crouching position, hugging herself. As she looked up, she saw Artyom almost about to cry and Vegeta looking like he was about to put a curse on someone. "I thought exactly the same, sir. I figured since not all the wiseguys were checked from head to toe at the start, we must have had a rat with us too. We have four men hauled in the other car but... I've known those guys for a long time." 

"He escaped." Vegeta looked out the window and rested his forehead in his hands. cutie wondered if Vegeta had any beef with anyone, or a crew that he used to be with. 

Few minutes passed, and they reached cutie's condo. No one else knew where she lived except herself. "Come in, please. I'll make us something to drink." She quickly went upstairs to take off her stockings and scratch the shit out of her legs - also unstrapping the gun from herself. She walked back down and headed straight for the kitchen. cutie saw Vegeta and Artyom Popov in deep conversation. 

Great, another problem. We got this drug scheme and now, a gunky rat. 

She came back into the lounge, giving them both a glass of french 75. "Vegeta?" cutie asked if everything was sorted out. Artyom sat back in the chair, and closed his eyes. "Yes. I have agreed." cutie nodded, pleased with it. But the joy went away all too soon. Just as she was about to close to curtains, she saw out the window. "Uh guys... he's coming this way..." 

She quickly tackled Vegeta and Artyom into the floor and the bullets went straight through the glass window. "I'm freaking unarmed!" cutie remembers.

Vegeta gets tackled in the heat of the moment, just hearing the bullets flying through the window and just watching the glass shatter all over the floor. He was furious, after the job and the police informant already wants to try killing everybody off by himself; what was the idiot thinking? Vegeta should've took out Frank when he had the chance but now he has come back for retaliation.

Vegeta got out under from cutie and began to withdraw the pistol that was hidden under his jacket, there was no point in hiding it anymore as he unbuttoned his jacket and threw it over on the seat behind him as he got up from cover and began to return fire down at the man now hiding behind a car. "You son of a bitch! I should've killed you when I had the fucking chance, you rat!" Vegeta was furious as he kept shooting down near the car, Frank just happened to pop out at the wrong time so a bullet impacted his left shoulder, from the cut on his forehead from glass impact from shooting all over the vehicle and breaking the window from a certain angle. A scream and gun shots echoed down the street, it was so loud it could be heard for blocks.

Vegeta ran out of the house as he ran towards Frank's position, he kicked the gun away as he slammed his foot into the injured man's face. Vegeta was suffering from an adrenaline rush and he didn't really feel any injuries ad he was busy roughing up the informant, he aimed the pistol down at the man's chest. "Fuck you..." were the man's final words. Vegeta slid down the trunk of the vehicle, due to the end of the adrenaline rush he felt the wound beginning to sting, he got shot in the arm where he didn't expect it during the fire fight. He was tired out and restless.

cutie propped Artyom back on the chair, breathing heavily. The gunshots stopped. She ran outside and saw Vegeta sitting restlessly by the car. Just as she was about to yell at herself, she saw Frank on the ground. "Damn..." 

Her eyes drifted from Frank's dead body to the arm wound Vegeta had. "Shit, I'll go get my kit. Let's go back inside. I'll clean this up later." They were both heading for the door and cutie called Artyom to grab the first aid kit on the kitchen table. cutie tried looking into Vegeta's eyes but he was hit hard, and his eyes were dancing all over the place looking tired. cutie heard Artyom coming down and she thanked him. 

"This will hurt a-fucking-lot. Don't worry. I got you." cutie stood up and grabbed a knife. She came back and sat down by Vegeta. The knife was supposed to wedge the bullet out of the wound. cutie saw the blood rushing out. A towel was close by and she placed it under his arm. 

cutie walked Vegeta over to the sink and ran his wound with cold water to flush out the remaining bacteria before wrapping it with bandage. "I won't wrap it too tight. Just a little pressure to make the bleeding stop." cutie started wrapping it around his arm, and he grunted. 

Now, the three were sitting in silence. cutie knew that the worst part of tonight is that it wasn't at all a matter of life or death. But both. 

"What now, guys?" Artyom looked at Vegeta and cutie.

"I fear it is in my best interest that I dismiss everyone home, and rest. Because everyone can agree with me that we've all had a long fucking day.." Vegeta grunted after he finished talking, the wound was still stinging even though it patched and knowing it was gonna be no speedy recovery he was in for it for a while. "We did a good job today, but we can't forget the fact we lost too many people on this job but it was all because I didn't properly check for rats, I blame myself. I could've had someone on the damn bastard laying out on the fucking street but the fact that he is dead proves my point, had I not killed him somebody else would have so he was dead either way but this job could've gone a lot smoother had I even bothered to shove time into my day to figure it all out. But then it would take away the purpose of me trying to set the job up; after all this all happened in one day. Artyom, perhaps we can arrange our deal another time, tonight was a restless night and I'm not in such a good condition to be handling more extensive matters."

Vegeta waved his hand as he dismissed any of the surviving wiseguys back home, so they can live another day. Vegeta however looked more tired than usual with his eyes bouncing all over the place, the way he talked wasn't even in his normal state; like if he was drunk but he was sober almost like a role switch during times he was saying. But that was really the wound talking, he laid his head back on the seat as he kept one of his shirt arms rolled up so the patched wound could be seen; the shirt was stained with blood and he needed time before he could be able to move again, even though it was just any regular gun-shot wound - the end of an adrenaline rush can tire anybody out completely to a point where they don't even wanna move anymore but needed time to be calmed down. Vegeta blinked as he stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about the woman that was still in his household, letting out yet another deep sigh.

"Shit." He murmured under his breath.

Everyone went off to their own homes, telling Vegeta to hurry up and recover like the brave man he was. The door shut. cutie was sitting on the stool by the kitchen bench, drinking a glass of water. She grabbed the other one and gave it to Vegeta. "Drink up. You haven't drank since the warehouse." He took it and chugged it down. 

"I'll call you a taxi, sir?" cutie called out from the main entrance where the telephone was. No answer. She remembered him saying his thoughts out loud, about his girl. cutie knew all too much what it was like to stay alone overnight, so she quickly got Vegeta up and made an attempt to walk to the kitchen bench without breaking any of the vases along the way.

cutie sat him up on the stool. Vegeta just leaned his arms on the table and rested his head there. "Freaking hell. If you won't go sir, I'll go get her for you." 

Vegeta grunted up as he raised his head and looked at cutie, surprisingly confused. He gave her that awkward look like if he didn't what she was talking about at the moment, but then his brain shot up with something about the girl he had in his bed this morning and was literally talking about her all day long. He shook his head with a grunt, he clearly didn't seem very happy at the suggestion of getting the exotic women he was talking early in the morning to come get him. It seemed complicated.

"Ugh. Get who? I don't think you understand how complicated it is with the woman I was talking about practically all day even though I was still able to concentrate, I don't feel anything for her. I'm empty inside and my mind is going through a routine cycle of drama which isn't something I still need; but yeah I should leave, considering I'll need the sleep and the best fact of it all is that I got shot. I am one hell of a confusing Capo." He idly said as he got up from the stool, going over to get his jacket that he threw over on the seat and opened the door that was leading out of the house, he tossed the jacket over his arm and began to walk home, regardless of what his surroundings were at the time. Vegeta was building a shit-storm up in his mind and he didn't know the way to handle every situation he's having trouble with. The night was getting colder as he took each step that lead closer to his residence.

cutie didn't say a word, as Vegeta tossed his jacket over his arm exiting the house. She stayed seated on her stool, finishing her glass of water. cutie hoped that he'd get back safe to his house... and to his girl even if he felt like he couldn't think straight. Sometimes, things happen in order to make you realise what's really important in life. 

Her fellow wiseguys had got shot at during the break in, Vegeta getting shot at... cutie's mind started to blur. It was when it was the middle night when things got really sentimental. 

As she made her way to her bed she tried to imagine herself being put in a position where a gun was pointed directly at her - and if she also had someone waiting for her at home... what would've her last words been? Frank might have had a family... who knows. 

All cutie could think was that if she ever had to be put in a situation like that, cutie would wish she had put her lovers name on the bullet so when the man places the gun against her temples and pulls the trigger, everyone else in the room would know that her lover would be the last thing that ever went through her head. 

Ah... a beautiful crime indeed.