Vegeta sat there in the back of his car while his driver was taking him around the city, though it wasn't just any normal cruise around town; he was searching for an accomplice that threatens to turn everything around with the police, being assigned to make sure that doesn't happen at any cost and to not leave a trail. There's an answer being left around, but where is the question? No real hitman leaves a trail, even for those in families but who would have thought different? Manipulation falls into many common factors but today it is only being used for one purpose, to lure someone into their own doom. Vegeta looked out the window as he spotted the amount of traffic and or people walking on their way to places, still no sign of the accomplice he was looking for, so he decided to go in deeper, even though it was clear enough to him that the snitch didn't want to be caught so he decided to hide somewhere where people wouldn't think of it. But that wasn't the case with Vegeta, the Godfather he works for doesn't call him the prince of Wall Street for nothing. Loyal soldiers always know where their loyalties lie, taking every point seriously. For someone like himself, he keeps himself busy. Vegeta directed his driver to drive the most eastern part of town where some abandoned houses lay around; the condition of the houses aren't particularly up to living conditions but if someone decided to put in the effort to fixing them it would be able to prioritize itself as a livable place. Vegeta stopped daydreaming as he began to resignal his driver to make a right on the corner on the most eastern part of town near a street where a house with shattered windows and broken wood littered around - he had a gut feeling of him hiding here, he didn't come here alone though.

Vegeta slid his hand into his jacket to withdraw the pistol he was hiding this entire time, it was small but it did the job. He checked his ammunition before telling his protection to step out of the car with a small tap on the roof of the vehicle. They stepped out and shut their doors while the driver remained in the vehicle in case a quick getaway was required, after all it's not like he wanted to go in blindly - stepping up to the house and leading up to the door he nodded at the rest of his protection before staring back at the door. He gripped the handle of the door and by surprise it was unlocked and open but that doesn't always mean the best part is about to happen, in other words he can get the feeling of an ambush but he didn't think anything of it. While his bodyguards were checking other rooms as they entered; Vegeta decided to go in through the kitchen and the rest of the living room but nothing was found, the rest of his protection came down from their places and shook their head in order to signal they found nothing but then there was glass shattering on their same floor. Looks like the rat was already running and found a good hiding spot though he wasn't able to run far. Vegeta ran over to where he heard the shattering as he saw the male limping - he wasn't very fond of him trying to escape but he decided to raise his small pistol and aim down, popping a shot at the man as the bullets connects with his left knee joint as the last thing you can hear is screaming and the visual sight of bleeding but he wasn't very phased, almost like there was nothing different to spot from it.

"Go get him. Drag him and put him in the back."

Vegeta walked out of the house as his protection jogged out of the house to go ahead and grab the man who tried making a run for it, they began dragging him from the area outside from the back of his house back towards the vehicle, tossing him in the trunk and shutting it on him as everyone began to clatter back inside of the car once again - leaving the house's door open and letting it be even more damaged then it was before, they really "cleaned house" in other words. The driver began to drive to the port that was in the most western part of the city, meaning it was gonna be a long drive so he sat back and watched traffic ahead of him, by the time they reached their destination it was already getting late so they stopped in a part of the port where they would be able to dump him in the water and have him sleep with the fishes. They parked up and everyone got out - even the driver so he could be able to witness the job completion so no one would be able to turn a blind eye, Vegeta's protection took the man out of the vehicle, he was bleeding all over and was crying; knowing he was guilty and what was coming to him. They held him up straight near the edge of down below where the water was. 

"You know, I admire you for trying to make a stupid mistake. The mistake you made was trying to run and you seem to be good at hiding but I'm good at finding, you catch the scent of an animal you're trying to hunt you're able to track it, you find foot prints? You're able to track it, two different ways that falls under the animal's disadvantage because they wouldn't assume the worst in such a short time. You however, it becomes a different story - you know the story where you threaten to tell a lot of information to the police, information that should've been kept quiet so it becomes a problem for me because someone doesn't like it and they need you to go. So, you're going; can't have you running your mouth."

The man did nothing but scream "NO!" for the rest of the situation, Vegeta gripped his small pistol firmly in his right hand as he raised and just shot the man in the head, watching the brain connect with the forehead and inserting through to the inside. His protection threw him like a sack of rice into the water, he was gonna sleep with the fishes tonight. Getting a ride back the local area of The Loop in Chicago, he got dropped off at the local pub so he could celebrate a job well done - they all went inside of the pub and ordered bourbon and drank up for the remainder of the night, beginning to tell their stories and have conversation started up; Vegeta was always known for being rowdy after a job well done. Though, he still was hoping for someone special to join him that night but he didn't want to get his hopes up too high.

cutie didn't know what was happening. She held her drink in her hand, while tipping the bartender three dollars. "Thanks John..." cutie said. She still didn't really know what was happening. There was some sort of gravitational pull in the pub. She walked away while putting her hand to her forehead. She needed to sit down. cutie wishes that she didn't have that round of cocktails with her friends. They left her, and now she was all alone. Feeling a little bit drowsy, she finds somewhere to sit down. She only intended to have one or two drinks, but right now she was completely intoxicated. cutie looks at her watch. Ten minutes to twelve. She sighs and tells herself to hurry up and finish her drink so she could take her own ass home. cutie lays her head on the table. She noticed everyone's stares. "What the fuck are you all looking at?" She was tired, and she didn't want to pretend like she was having fun anymore. She got a lot of peoples attention, but they went back to what they were doing. One particular person got the memo and he walked over to cutie. She still had her head down, while sipping her beer. He coughs. 

A shiver of alarm went through cutie's body as she heard the man cough, but she gritted her teeth and prepared herself for another drunk guy trying to sex her up. She looks up, but she was surprised to see that this man was nothing like she expected. Then she spoke in a kind manner. "How's your night, sir?" cutie was still exhausted, and tried to focus on this man between all the loud music and chatter. cutie invited him to sit, but he shook his head. "You better come with me. People take advantage of drunk, pretty ladies." He winked and cutie almost puked in her mouth. Calm down sir, you're not that slick... she thought. 

She accepted the offer anyway, and followed behind him to another area of the pub. There were men everywhere. cutie knew there was a lot of men she saw that night, but there were a lot of the same men in the same suit, with the same demeanor. There was that feeling again. She couldn't breathe. Someone's scent was far too strong for her to bear. That gravitational pull...

The man that cutie followed walked towards a group of men. They looked at cutie, and back at the man. cutie was confused. They made the man sit down and have a little talk. Suddenly, he widened his eyes and the group of men nodded their head slowly. He walked back to cutie, and hugged her out of the blue. cutie had a reflex and accidentally took a swing at his eye. "Oh shit!" The man backed up, while cupping his eye. "Damn woman, what the hell? Anyways, don't you remember? It's me, Nicholas. The guy from the warehouse who you threatened to gouge my eyeballs out?" cutie's fist was still in the air, and she dropped it right away at that moment. She mouthed "what the" and she gasped. "Nicholas, seriously? Oh my goodness. That night of the shooting at Red Door?" He nodded, and she almost screamed in excitement. "It's been ages. Good seeing you again brother, even though you're the type to run your mouth to get me mad." cutie looked behind him and saw the group of men having a chuckle. She walked up to them, and greeted them as well. Who would've thought that she would meet them at the local pub in Chicago, especially while she was drunk? 

That scent was still in the air. cutie honestly couldn't tell if she was supposed to hunt that smell, or if she was being hunted. She felt like an animals prey, waiting for a man carrying a pistol to attack her. She saw a man in the distance. cutie thought he was probably with the other men as well, but he was far from them - sitting in a leather booth. cutie noticed him in deep thought and she hesitantly walked over to him. She was breathing hard. They were husky and slow, as she took more steps towards him. The man finally looked up.

Vegeta looked up - once he did, everyone sitting at his table began to look up as well at cutie; they started moving around like if they needed to protect their boss at this point, safety reasons as the bodyguards didn't see cutie before but they kept looking at their boss for confirmation if she was able to approach or not. Vegeta gave him a simple nod as he slowly blinked at cutie, his face changed upon their last meet with the new scar he gained upon his right cheek, he never was a fan of looking for someone worth of appearance neither did he care about what he looked like; still makes him the most hard loyal soldier for Chicago's Godfather at the end of the day. He signaled the bodyguard next to him to get up so cutie could sit - should that be her request without having to gouge someone's eye out for respect though there were worst cases of such assault. Though, it took a while for one to approach a known associate even after a while - looks like skills were properly used in this case, even though it wasn't a dire situation. Vegeta just got done with a hit, regular business for him while for others it may not be.

"It's been a while. Take a seat and talk to me, what's new?"

It was clear to see that Vegeta looked different from how he was the last time cutie saw him leave her apartment. cutie eyed the scar on his right cheek, and asked him where he got it from. He didn't reply. He just looked the other way. cutie wanted to know what happened after that night they spent together, but she shook her head and told herself that it wouldn't have mattered now. cutie thought Vegeta had probably been very busy with work to care much about it. Now here he was. cutie always knew that he'd stay a successful man. She smiled. "I was appointed as executive assistant at Stauffer Communications in LA. I came here with a few friends to celebrate. How about you?" She sat on the leather booth, across from Vegeta and rests her chin in her palm. Vegeta leaned back, keeping his eyes on cutie. He shrugs. "People just keep running away... looking for trouble. I had to settle something, and now he's probably 30 feet underwater." She definitely knew he what he was talking about. The group of men at the other table were still talking about what happened. Nothing wrong with a little bit of pride in what you do. The owner of the pub then walked out from behind a curtain on the stage, interrupting the ladies dancing. "Alright, closing up now ladies and gents! Have a great night everybodddyyy!" Everyone stood up from their seats and thanked the owner for a great night. They all rushed out. Vegeta's men and cutie were still in the pub. The owner walked off the stage and made his way towards Vegeta. Vegeta saw him coming and nodded. "Thanks Joey, we will be leaving soon." The owner, joey, saw cutie sitting beside him and he smiled. "Who is this lady tiger sitting next to you?" cutie laughed awkwardly, and saw Vegeta shift in his seat. The men were already up, putting on their overcoats. They all walked out and went inside the cars, waiting for Vegeta and cutie since they saw she didn't have a ride.

Vegeta chuckled for a moment as he looked at the pub's owner, Joey. "Wow, way to make her feel out of place, Joey, heh. She's just someone I know, we worked together if you know what I'm hinting at, but like I said we'll be leaving now and I'll make sure to come back, this -is- really after all my signature place to come by, tip is on the table. Excellent service once again." Vegeta said as he got up and put on his coat, he passed by the owner and gave him a pat on the shoulder as he looked at cutie, then looking over at the rest of the guys he brought, giving them a short wave to get the car started. The night was getting very breezy as far as wind conditions go which is what made it cold, he slid a hand in his jacket to make sure he didn't forget anything - after all he didn't want to leave his pistol somewhere in the pub, so it can get stolen and then saved for another use and yet making him have to waste money to get another gun but after all he can always get it due to his connections but he never really told anyone else. Saves the hassle, saves money. Vegeta began to make his way out of the pub having a short talk with the guys before they enter their vehicles, giving a small chuckle as the rest of the gentlemen began to laugh along. Nothing wrong with a little night time joke before they head home, Vegeta was waiting for cutie to head inside one of the cars, preferably his car as he knows how he like to keep even the people he knows protected. 

The driver was going so fast. Or maybe cutie forgot what it was like to be in a car with one of Vegeta's men taking the drivers seat. It was just natural for them because of all the experience trying to make getaways. "Take it easy, sir." cutie said, while trying to hide her nervousness. She turned to Vegeta sitting next to her at the back. He was looking up at the ceiling of the car, while resting his head back. It was a long time since she's seen Vegeta, especially in this state. He honestly looked so tired but she knew what he could do and how he took care of things. "Sir, what are you doing tomorrow?" She asked. She wanted to get a conversation going. The tension in the car was building up, and if she didn't talk soon... she might say things aloud that she didn't want him to hear. "I'm actually going to a restaurant or perhaps meeting is the word I should use.. I'm heading there with the family. It's a big meeting. Your crew leader will be there too. I have not been told of what we'll be discussing there." cutie didn't know that this was planned. She must have misheard what her boss said to her, or she wasn't paying attention. She really needed to get a hold of herself sometimes. Later that night, cutie called her boss to confirm it and he did. She was standing outside in the front of her apartment, after getting dropped off by Vegeta. "It was good seeing you again. See you tomorrow then?" cutie smiled and she turned around to walk up her stairs. She bumped her hip at the door, and heard Vegeta snicker quietly. Ah sheesh... what's gotten into her tonight. Something about him made cutie fall right into all the wrong places sometimes... maybe. cutie starts to remember what happened last time.

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow alright, just uh, don't mess around with some of the bodyguards like you did with the Wise Guys before at the Red Door Warehouse meet-up. You get what I mean. Everybody went quiet the moment I stepped inside and then you just had the people who where waiting quietly, but its all good. I'm not blaming you for anything, just be prepared since we got a lot of Made Men at that meeting, my crew leader as well which is Chicago's Godfather and you know how busy he is now, takes everything seriously and I respect him for that. Did you know he calls me the Prince of Wall Street, really connected nickname, you should try getting yourself one unless you don't go with nicknames fifty percent of the time, so it's fair. By the way, about the scar, I was on a job and I got cut by an asshole trying to run away. We all know where he is now." Vegeta just pretty much gave the benefit of the doubt to everybody if he could guess where he is, though it may have left cutie out of the picture. The people in the car laughed while Vegeta began to hide a sly grin as amusement, it was getting late, though the recent durden threat seemed to prove it right. The durdens were always up to something being lead by their Godfather on an invasion through several cities, though they are easy to take down and they barely take anybody's life as far as marksmanship goes, they aren't very bright when it comes to gun control. Though that was the last thing on Vegeta's mind. He wanted to keep the night how it was, and or experience the time he had now.