Claude went over to the address BrotherHec gave him it was a Deli over on the North side near Wrigley field. A bunch of tough looking guys were standing around outside busy talking about sports and whistling whenever a pretty woman walked by.

"Yeah baby how bout me and you get it on tonight?" One of the men said as he made some weird motion with his hands the woman just ignored him and kept on walking.

"Fuck you then you're too ugly for me anyway."

Claude paid no attention to them and walked inside he was greeted by the smell of sandwiches and meat. It was your usual regular neighborhood deli it just participated in some illegal activities on the side. The place was running some sort of gambling racket BrotherHec had a bookie here who took bets on various sports events. Claude looked around for BrotherHec and tried to go into the backroom when a big man stops him grabs Claude's shirt and pulls him to the side.

"Where da fuck do you think you're goin? I don't think I know you."

Claude didn't know who this guy was but he was starting not to like him

"I'm here to see BrotherHec now get the fuck outta my way."

The big heavy man laughed at Claude

"I don't know who you think you are but you just can't come marching in here asking to see the boss." His breath smelled like sausage and cigarettes."That's not how things work here if you want to see the boss you have to set up a meeting with me and the boss is a very busy guy so a meeting with him might take weeks or even months."

"That's some bullshit I just saw BrotherHec yesterday he... told me to come here for some work if I needed it."

"So you're the guy he was talking about found you almost dead in an alley you're lucky kid. The boss will see you when he sees you right now though you work for me."

The big heavy man's name was Saratoga apparently he was a pretty high ranking guy in BrotherHec's organiation. He gave Claude an address and told him that there was this drug dealer that wasn't paying BrotherHec his cut he needed Claude to go over there and teach him a lesson.

"One more thing kid." Saratoga said handing Claude a baseball bat "Take this you might need it."

Claude made his way over to the corner of Addison and Southport Ave, it was a pretty sketchy area during this time of the night. He saw a couple of buildings with boarded up windows, cars on blocks missing their hubcaps, and a pair of hookers trying to attract some customers.

"Twenty for a suck." One of them said putting her arm around Claude "Forty for a fuck."

"Keep walkin skank." Claude replied back she was ugly he didn't have time for hookers right now especially not with her. She had sketch marks all over her face and looked like a creature from one of those horror stories the older kids made up to try and scare Claude when he was a kid. The hooker gave Claude the finger and approached another guy.

Claude finally found the dealer he looked pretty popular a bunch of junkies were lined up waiting to buy his merchandise.

"Where's BrotherHec's money?" Claude asked him

"BrotherHec? Man Fuck him." The dealer said spitting in Claude's face "Fuck that kicking up shit I'm going independent. BrotherHec can kiss my ass."

Bad mistake Claude beat up the dealer with his bat and left him with a couple broken bones, a black eye, and left him bleeding everywhere. The junkies all looked at Claude he looked back at them and then they all ran away. Claude looked around for the dealer's stash and took it then crouched down next to the dealer.

"BrotherHec's name means something here. Disrespect him again and it'll be more than just a simple beating it'll be much much worse. trust me."

Claude found a nearby  payphone inserted a quarter and dialed the deli. Saratoga was busy he just ordered a very big meal he was about to dig in when the phone rang.

"Yeah yeah what is it?"

"I got BrotherHec's money for you."

"Good good swing by tomorrow I might have some more work for you."

Two guys were outside the deli smoking cigarettes and were having a conversation about baseball

"The Damn fuckin White Sox are out of the playoffs again this team hasn't been the same since 1919."

"Tell me about it and the Cubs are even worse sure they made the series last year but were swept by the Yanks in four. This year has been a disaster."

Claude ignored them and made his way inside the deli he saw Saratoga sitting by himself enjoying a salami sandwich. He spots Claude walk in and waves at him. Claude walks over and sits down.

"I still haven't seen any money coming in from that dealer you know why?"

"No"

Saratoga takes a bite from his sandwich

"It's because he's dead idiot some guy whacked him." He takes another bite from his sandwich "Some crew is trying to move into our territory and the boss ain't happy. I want you to get over there-"

Saratoga puts the sandwich down and places a Colt 1911 pistol on the table

"-and take care of it. I'm sure you know how to use one of these."

Claude takes the gun and makes his way to the same corner on Addison and Southport Ave. He saw the same hooker from the other day but she had just found a customer and walked away. Claude's attention was on the new kids on the block they looked like your usual guys. All muscle and no brains. If Claude didn't take them out the cops would end up busting them eventually first they were conducting business out in the open shouting out that they were selling drugs.

Claude wasted no time took out his Colt 1911 and shot them both the first guy was shot in the head and died immediately. The second guy was still alive struggling to breathe and crawling on the ground he looks up at Claude.

"Kansas City will hear about this."

Claude shoots him in the head then heads over the same payphone from the night before inserts a quarter then dials the number for the deli. Saratoga picks up.

"That thing you wanted? It's done. But umm listen they mentioned something about Kansas City you should let the boss know."

"Shit I'll let the boss know anyway kid see me again tomorrow."