Conall has been working for his sponsor for a few weeks now. His job offer that he though was working for a local company was in fact a sponsorship into a crime family. While Conall was definitely not a bad guy growing up, he fell in with his new crew do to lack of cash and desperation to not let his family down and end up with all of them out on the streets begging for cash. That being said he knew he needed to step up his game. He needs to make himself an asset for his crew so that he can rise in rank and get the higher paying jobs, even though he heard they where a bit more risky. He wanted to not only support his family, but pull them out of their rut and into a nice house. To this end Conall had been scouting around his local area for something to do to increase his status and had eventually decided the local post office looked like a nice easy job. All he had to do was round up a gun to make himself more menacing and that place would beg to give him all their cash instead of lose their life.

To this end he was walking down the sidewalk towards a local gun shop. He was taking the money from his latest purse snatch with his stash in to a local gun shop to pick himself up a holster for under his jacket and of course more importantly the gun itself to go into it. Having found a local shop he picks out a nice looking holster and then begins looking at some of the guns. Some he finds to be a bit heavy for him, while others look too much like pea shooters. He wonders which gun he should take as he is not very experienced at all in gun shopping. He grumbles to himself for not asking someone from the family to come help him pick out a nice gun to use. As hes grumbling to himself he hears the door to the store open and looks up to see who it is that is entering.

Mr_Cat had just spent the last ammunition on some random gangster, who didn't want to live anymore. Perhaps it was time to go to the store once again. This time, he had to remember his bag. If he didn't bring his bag with the wallet inside, he would never even be able to pay for the ammo. Even though he knew the owner of the gun shop quite well, he couldn't fuck up one more time. Sadly, the world needed money to go round. Life would be so much easier if the only thing you had to worry about was when to sleep! 

He entered the gun store and saw one of his friends, Conall, looking at some guns. At first, he didn't seem to notice - then Mr_Cat started meowing and purring as loudly as possible, and it caught Conall 's attention. Luckily!

"Looking for a new gun, I see?" Mr_Cat said and jumped upon the table without smashing anything down on the floor. "Well, I don't know that much about guns. All I know is that they're dangerous, but helpful. I have that one over there," he said and pointed towards something. He wasn't even sure what the brand was called, but it was so damn good-looking - that was for certain.

Conall didn't see anyone entering and after a second decides to shrug his shoulders and go back to checking out guns. About this time his friend Mr_Cat jumps up onto the counter and begins talking to him. He gives his friend a few pets and then listens to his friend talking. After the cat finishes indicating the gun he should take, he picks it up and looks it over. The gun seems to weight well in his hands and also looks like it could pack a mean punch. He nods his thanks to his cat friend and rubs his ears. "Thanks kitty!" he says to his friend and then moves over to pay for his goods at the register.

Mr_Cat purrrred even more when Conall petted him and watched as he paid for the gun he had suggested. He then jumped down and walked over to him once again, waiting to be picked up.

At last, he rested his paws on his shoulders and whispered something in his ear: "What are you going to use it for? Anything interesting where I might be of help?"

Mr_Cat meows for a bit and hugs Conall a little longer while awaiting his answer. 

Conall carries Mr_Cat outside and around the corner into an ally where they can talk privately. There he sets him down and begins to lay out his plans for a heist on the local post officer. Telling his friend how undefended the place is and what an easy payday for them it will be. About the time he finishes telling him about his plan he realizes Mr_Cat was carrying a bag, he looked at his friend and says "Did you need something from the gun shop before we go?"

Mr_Cat watches and listens as the plan is laid out for them. It doesn't sound like a bad plan at all, so he agrees to go with him. What could go wrong anyways? As long as he left the catnip at home, everything should be fine. 

"Oh," Mr_Cat says. "I nearly forgot about that - I need some ammo. Hold up and wait for me, will you?"

He goes back inside the shop and walks up to the cashier, asking for the ammo he needs. After hearing about the price, he puts some cash on the desk. "You can keep the rest. Thank you very much."

Grabbing the bag of goods, he returned to where Conall was and held the small bag up in front of him. "Damn good to have if there should be any trouble. I do hope that I won't have to use these yet."

Conall picks up Mr_Cat and pets him while walking on down the street. He heads off in the direction of the post office while carrying his friend along with him. After a bit he sits Mr_Cat on his shoulder gives him some ear rubs and continues to walk along casually while people look at him awkwardly for having a talking cat on his shoulder. After a few more minutes of walking and talking the 2 arrive opposite the post office where they can begin visualizing the plan Conall had laid out earlier. He sets Mr_Cat back down on the ground and suggests he go in first and pretend like hes dropping off a mail back, indicating his bag of ammo.

pimp lorenzo is out for a casual drive checking the corners to make sure his bitches are doing what his bitches are meant to be doing. his bottom bitch roxy sat in the car next to him. as he drives down the street he comes to the post office corner. lorenzo pulls up by the post office and with a puzzled expression begins to scan the area. he spots a couple of casuals out taking a stroll, a nervous looking gentleman talking to a cat, and to his surprise.....not a bitch in sight. lorenzo steps out of his car cane in hand and approaches the gentleman standing with what appears to be a talking cat. walking with such a fabulous swagger lorenzo throws his hands up in the air and proclaims " My brother! have you seen a bitch on this corner?? I seems to have a problem playa....i seems to have misplaced a bitch!" 

Lorenzo turns and points to the empty corner with his cane, where there aint no bitch to be seen. Lorenzo whistles to roxy still in the car who comes running right away. "Yes Daddy?"  Lorenzo hooks his cane around the back of her neck and pulls her in close to his face. "you see that corner bitch?"  roxy nods   "You see a bitch on that corner bitch?"  Roxy shakes here head.  lorenzo pulls his cane away releasing her neck. he turns to Conall and says "Excuse me brother"   Lorenzo raises his hand and pimp slapps the lipstick right off roxy's face "Bitch you my bottom bitch, bitch! why aint there no bitch on this mother fucking corner bitch? Why aint you tracking a bitch down bitch? why are you still fucking here bitch!?" roxy sprints off down the street in search of the missing bitch. 

Lorenzo takes a deep breath and sighs. he turns to conall and pats him on the shoulder " sorry y'all had to be witness to this shit playa. pimp gotta do what pimp gotta do"  Lorenzo looks the man up and down, tilting his glasses down so he can peer at him over the brim.  "say brother, you look like you thinkin bout doing something stupid....and whats with the cat? he really talkin or am i having a stroke or some shit? " 

Mr_Cat enjoys the view from Conall 's shoulder and looks around, scouting for birds. Unfortunately, there is no time for a little snack, and they move on with a little grumpier cat than usual.

He studies Pimp-Lorenzo and his bitch cautiously as she is put on another empty street corner, and he starts feeling bad for her. Then, suddenly, Mr_Cat remembers when he ran his own prostitution rings back in the days - it was strange. He never really liked forcing those poor girls around. But in this branch, you sometimes had to do things you didn't like. Things you didn't predict. Things you didn't want to see happening. He was beginning to understand why the mafia wasn't meant for some people. 

"I surely hope you are not having a stroke, Mr. Lorenzo," Mr_Cat says and watches as he is startled. "If so, I would suggest going to the doctor. Things like that is worth checking out. Who knows what it could be, anyways?"

He laughs and looks around. It seems some people on the streets have noticed the talking cat and attempts to avoid them by going around them in a large circle. "Nothing stupid is going to happen here though. Isn't that right, Conall ?"

Conall nods, and he continues.

"Excuse us while we... drop off a mail in the post office." He winks at Lorenzo. "You can go with us if you like. I am sure we can have some interesting talks while we wait."

Conall wasn't sure how to respond to the scene that unfolded before him. What appeared to be a pimp, he had heard of such people but never seen them, had approached him about a missing person who was apparently supposed to be standing on the corner. He imagined if his understanding of the profession where correct that she would be selling herself for money. A disgusting practice, he though, but I suppose one has to do what one has to do to get by. Goodness knows he was doing things now he never thought he would for that very same reason. He was about to respond to the man's question when he started yelling at another woman paying him no heed anyhow. As he was fixing to carry on with his plan the man turned back to him and apologized for the scene. He shrugged his shoulders and was again about to continue on his mission when his friend Mr_Cat spoke up to the man, offering for him to come along on their adventure. This caused him to raise an eyebrow at his cat friend, but since the offer was indeed already made he just crossed the street with his friend and left the other man to decide what he wanted to do about it.

As they entered the post office Conall nodded to Mr_Cat and slipped off to the side of the door to scan the room for any trouble, watching as his friend approached the counter.

Lorenzo stood for a moment still memorised by the talking cat, scratching his chin in disbelief as the watches conall and his moggy friend cross the street and enter the post office. Lorenzo knows what is about to go down, before his fabulous pimping days he too used to knock off small shops and roll people in the street. wondering if the man and his cat could pull this off alone he decided to use his amazing swagger and pimp charm to cause a distraction and allow the man and his cat friend a better chance of success. 

Lorenzo crosses the street and pushes the post office door open with his cane......he pulls his cane up and tucks it under his arm. holding the furthest end with his free hand like some sort of shotgun. stepping into the post office lorenzo yells "BITCH!"

Walking straight toward a middle age lady lorenzo points his cane directly at her face. 

"Bitch where you been bitch! theres a corner with y'all bitches name on it bitch!"

the woman looks horrified at being called a bitch while being threatened with a glamours pimp cane. lorenzo steps even closer now pressing the cane into her cheek

"bitch dont be playing no games with yo daddy! what you banking my mo'fuckin cash bitch!? travellers checks bitch!? starting a mo'fucking bitch bond bitch!?"

The woman backs away with her hands held up shaking her head claiming to not know what this fabulous looking pimp is talking about. a security guard and the post office attendant now advancing on lorenzo, neither at all intimidated by his fabulous pimp cane charade.

"Oh these yo pimps now bitch! y'all fucking selling out on a brother now bitch! one of y'all puts a hand on my fuzzy coat and ill blast a brother back to the fucking wall!" 

 Lorenzo now slides his hand along the cane and back making a fake cocking noise as if cocking a shotgun. he points the gun between the security guard and the post office worker and takes slow steps back toward the door as both other men move slowly toward him completely un phased by his threats. Lorenzo puts his back to the door and kicks it open, slowly stepping out through the door while aiming his cane at the security guard, lorenzo looks to meet Conall's gaze and winks. Lorenzo steps out of the post office with the post office attendant and security guard following him out side leaving the shop with only a few startled shoppers inside. 

Mr_Cat follows Conall inside and watches as the security guards follow Pimp-Lorenzo outside the post office only to be shot by someone in the distance. Bang. Then he is dead on the ground. 

Thank you very much, Mr_Cat thinks to himself and hopes that Lorenzo in another life will realize how much he actually helped them.

He follows Conall as he walks further into the post office, walking casually up to the desk whilst reaching out for the bag where his gun was. No one would expect a cat to draw a gun, would they? 

Conall goes down on his knees to pet Mr_Cat and whispers something in his ears. "Go back and close the door, would you? Stay there and draw your gun when I do."

He nods and turns around, pretending to leave the place again and smashes the doors closed without being able to lock them. What the hell, he thinks and blocks them by standing on two legs, leaning his back against the doors and draws the gun from his small bag. 

"Let's do this shit!" Mr_Cat yells through the post office and winks at Conall, who smiles back at him. This was going to be lots of fun. 

Conall stepped up to the desk and looked at the postal worker after looking the guy up and down for a brief second judging the man's worth he pulled out his gun and said, "How much to ship this?" The man looked at the gun and then up at Conall and just as he expected the man paled a bit and stuttered out his reply, "Wha... what? We don't... sh.. ship guns s..sir!" Conall smiled at the man and said, "Give me all the cash in the register, stupid." The man sputtered at him, not sure what to do so Conall smacked him over the head with the butt end of his pistol. "NOW!" he yelled at the man, not wanting him to delay any more then he already had.

Mr_Cat watches as the man quickly grabs the money from the register and slams them anxiously at the desk, clearly still hurt by the pistol. He fumbles with something below the table, and at first Mr_Cat is not certain what it is. Not before he raises both his hands with something black and recognizable between them. 

"Conall, watch out!" he screams and acts instantly, as he had been taught to. There was no way you could count on Americans, ever - not in these kinds of situations.

The bullet hits the man right in the forehead and he falls to the floor - dead. Blood splattered all over the wall and the floor. People start screaming and running towards the entrance, and Mr_Cat is pretty sure he can't handle the amount of people coming towards him. It was just a little too many.

"Take the money and we're outta here!" he screams once again and gets eyecontact with Conall. He puts on his sunglasses and turns around to blend in with the crowd, walking at a fast pace. 

"I know where to go when we get out from here. Just follow me. These people are stupid as asshats anyways."

Mr_Cat puts his gun back into the small bag and runs ahead of Conall without looking back even once. He doesn't stop before he's in that secret alley behind the local gunshop. Only then he realizes that Conall wasn't behind him.

For fucks sake, he thinks to himself and slowly starts walking back to see where he lost him... 

 Conall stuffed the money inside his suit jacket pocket and began running with the crowd just like Mr_Cat instructed but as usual his clumsiness caught the better of him. As he was running out the front door of the post office he tripped over a crack in the side walk and got trampled by a few people. As the crowd passed he sat back up onto his knees and started to dust off his suit coat as he started to look around. He was just about to get up to his feet and see if he could find his friend when he heard "Freeze!" come from somewhere behind him. "Well, shit." he thought to himself while slowly raising his hands into the air.

Mr_Cat makes his way back and finds Conall hanging out with a few cops. It looks like they are simply talking, but Mr_Cat is not going to take any chances.

He finds one of his family members and asks him to bring his bag home. If the witnesses have already told the cops who did the robbery, he will most likely be described as the talking cat carrying a bag. Who could even recognize him now?

The cops are looking for the handcuffs as Conall is just standing there, no one currently watching him. Were people really this stupid? Were they really this stupid?

Mr_Cat starts meowing loudly to try and get their attention. At first, no one seems to notice, but then they turn around and look at him. One of them whisper a few things to the other, then walks towards the little attention-seeking-creature. The other one, a tall and blond cop, stares at him, too - not even watching Conall as he slowly slips away and runs towards another street nearby. 

"Come here, catty catty," the cop says and pets him. "You surely are a good-looking cat. Don't you have a home?" he continues, but Mr_Cat doesn't feel like being taken to some random place. There was another home - much better for him.

He runs in the other direction, away from the cop, after seeing that Conall is out of sight. It had been a success. 

After sneaking off around the corner Conall makes a dash for it, three blocks and an alleyway later he figures he's lost the police and can take a second to rest. Now to figure out where to meet his friend at to split the proceeds of their successful crime. He decides to meet Mr_Cat at their super super secret meeting place that no one knows about! Well, Mr_Cat's crew knows about it, and some friends of his, and some other crews... oh well maybe it's not that super secret, but it's still a meeting place! Conall marches off towards the meeting place whistling a random tune and occasionally tripping on cracks and stumbling forward into people.

Many trips, and a lot of apologies later... and a black eye from a rather manly looking woman Conall arrives back at the a fore mentioned meeting place and sees the place is deserted. "No what?" he grumbles to him self taking a seat before he trips again. He'd have to stop and think about where the sneaky little cat friend of his was hiding out at. Only he wasn't feeling very thoughtful at the moment, probably do to the blow to the head he took earlier. Conall hadn't been this clumsy in a long time, he wonders if he's regressing from treatment, or just having an off day. Perhaps today was a bad day to try and rob the post office, good think he ran into his cat friend and a very classy fellow with a cane.

Mr_Cat runs towards the super secret meeting place that only him, Conall and... well, basically all other crews in the mafia, knows about. It was a popular meeting spot because there were no cops. A perfect place to deal the drugs. 

Unfortunately, Cat has taken some wrong turns and ends up somewhere else - some place he has never even seen before. How was this possible?

He retraces his steps and finally finds something that he can recognize. From there, he takes another few (correct!) turns and stumbles upon Conall. It looks like he has been waiting with that bag of money in his right hand. 

"Let's return and show the others what we got?" Mr_Cat proposes and looks back at him as he nods.

Conall reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the stack of bills he took from the post office, only... it wasn't a stack of bills at all. He was looking at a stack of letters. Apparently in his hastiness to get the goods and get out he grabbed the wrong thing... Conall looks over at Mr_Cat and says, "Fuck, I'm an idiot. Maybe we shouldn't tell the others." Conall shuffles his feet nervously and then tosses the letters into the trash can with a shrug. With a sheepish grin at his friend he heads for the door, making a hasty retreat before he can be berated for wasting peoples time.

"You took letters instead of the money?!"

Mr_Cat stares angrily at Conall. How was that even possible?

"Perhaps they hid something in there. Something secret. Let me look at one of those." He jumps into the trash can and opens one of the letters. It was just letters. No money. No nothing. Just... words on a piece of freaking paper. 

"Well, that was a waste of time. Remind me to pick a better partner next time!" Once again, their ways are separated as Cat runs away, towards the HQ.