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Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-11-2009 11:40

November 5, 1934 - New York - The Tricky Mister - close to midnight

“You want me to rob a bank?!?” said Joey in surprise, suddenly realizing his voice was a little louder than he would’ve wanted to. He quickly scouted the room and was relieved to see no one seemed to have heard him. The Tricky Mister wasn’t really crowded on that late week night.

His interlocutor though didn’t seem to bother much about this situation. He was a middle age slim man in a dark pin striped suit, sitting relaxed across the table with both hands crossed in front of him. His tie was straight, his jacket fully buttoned up, his hair posed a clean arrangement on a side. A short and perfectly cut mustache was framing a slightly prankish smile, as his eyes were thoroughly scouting Bane’s reactions. Although his attitude was loose, he seemed to be the kind of man who always likes to keep himself sharp.

After a short moment of silence he slowly lowered his look, shaking his head in an almost imperceptible move, miming a disappointment gesture. “Mr. Bane” he continued in a low voice “that is…’come si dice’…” snaps his fingers “ILLEGAL!” He rose back up his eyes. “We are not asking you to do anything against the law, but only to acquire the possession of some documents that actually regard US. It just happens that these papers are currently stored in a safe deposit box inside the National Bank and since we have already attained this piece of information, we believed it would be helpful to pass it on to you, in order to make your work easier. However you will decide to retrieve these documents, it is entirely up to you.” He stopped, straightened up his back and took a sip out of the wine glass he had ordered. “Exquisite flavor, Mr. Bane, you should give it a try.”

“Ya, well…I’m more the whiskey type of man. Now…Mr…”

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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-25-2009 10:58

The two men scurried into the building and Anastasia bolted the door behind her. “Sorry, electric box higher than I thinked. Hard to cut wires above my head. Had to find something to stand on.’ The little Thai girl whispered apologetically.

“Did you have trouble seeing? You didn’t wave the flashlight around, I hope?” JC asked nervously. He had instructed everyone to avoid using the flashlight as much as possible. One can never tell who was looking in from the outside noticing the odd flashes.

“No. I trained in circus. Walking backstage all the time! Very dark. Good night eye.” Anastasia pointed to her large slanted eyes and smiled. As per their plan, the Thai girl stayed hidden by the backdoor while the two men headed for the vault. Along the way, they treaded carefully, avoiding the floods from the street lamps outside.

JC loved modern day technology. People believed in the false security of each new invention created. Take this new alarm system the bank had installed for instance. They no longer put watchmen at night to save a few greens, letting a bell do the watching for them. Funny. All JC needed to do was to train the intelligent little contortionist on how to cut a few wires, how tragic.

As the two men walked down the steps to the vault, JC reminded Djordji, “Down thirteen steps, turn left, then walk nine steps forward. When I am far inside enough, I will turn on the flash light.” They proceeded with the utmost concentration.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-25-2009 10:59

When JC deemed that they were far down enough so light cannot be spilled onto the ground level, JC clicked his flashlight open. There, behind the iron bars of the vault, sat the guard whom JC had seen too many times during the day. The sleepy guard suddenly woke from his nap and began to grapple with his whistle. Without wasting a single second, JC grabbed his blade and threw it at the guard. The blade pierced his throat and the guard fell down with a deep thud.

“Damn!” JC said, a little too loud to his liking. Did Ruby feed him false information, or had the municipality suddenly stepped up their security? “We don’t have time. Let’s open this baby!” JC turned to Djordji. The gypsy nodded and took out his tools.

Fifteen minutes later, all doors and locks were tackled. JC was face to face with the contents in the infamous safety deposit box. He couldn’t help but smiled. There were three distinctive items: gold, accounting books, and a stack of photographs. Heavy yummy gold coins, many of them. Excellent, JC could pay his people and disband the group as soon as he was safe. The quicker everyone disappear, the better off he was. JC figured after paying off everyone, what he had left could pay for 2/3 of the operation cost.

In the dim light of the hand torch, JC examined the photos. He stifled a laugh. Djordji looked at him with curious eyes. ‘So, this was what the big commotion was all about.’ JC thought to himself. ‘Barresi, you’re a dead man. I knew exactly who I shall sell this to.’

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-25-2009 12:04

***A few hours later***

JC creep into Joey's flat. Not a single soul in sight. JC wonder where Joey could be.

JC helped himself to some celebration whiskey, and opened the secret safe that Joey thought was well hidden from everyone. He wondered if his old partner realized he was losing a few greens from time to time back when they were working together.

JC put into the safe the package he had prepared earlier on, and placed the note on top of it:

Dear Old Partner,
I'm gone. You will not see me for a long time, as least that's what I’m hoping for, if everything works out. Barresi set his dogs on me and I didn't like it. What I did was a revenge on them; I meant Mona no harm. There should be enough substance in the package to get you both out of hot water. I wanted no trouble, but the content of the safety box was nothing but that. I took what I needed and is leaving most of it to you, old friend. Take it as a parting gift, or curse.
~J.C.

JC locked the safe, put everything back in place and laid a Macallan single malt scotch on the table, pointing in the direction of Joey’s safe. He left from the fire escape as usual.

Daybreak hadn’t yet arrived but workers were already stacking the morning’s newspaper together. JC bought a copy of the New York Times, with the freshly inserted “Extra!” in it " the fruit of his labour. The headline read: POLICE CHIEF IN BORDELLO. The photo showed the top half of a naked chief (the press had to cut out the good parts) with an extremely sexy women in his bosom. JC made sure Mona’s face was not recognizable before he sold the pictures to the press.

The morning rush was starting. The street began to fill with people. JC was still very much surprised at how much he had negotiated from those few photos, as he disappeared into the crowd.


Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-26-2009 02:05

“Wake up, Bane! We got company!” Whispers was shaking Joey hard.

“What…? Who…? What’s happening?” He was still half asleep, trying to focus. He sat up.

“Three apes in dark suits coming up. We need to go!”

Bane looked around. Everything was fuzzy. He shook his head in an attempt of clearing his mind. Suddenly everything came back to him. “Maria?”

“She must’ve left already to work. She ain’t here…MOVE!”

The door burst open at that point making a vivid cracking noise. Two men were standing in its frame, one holding in his hand a baseball bat as the other was reaching his chest pocket. They stepped inside and the one with the bat attempted to hit Whispers. No luck! With a quick move Whispers put both his hands around his throat and practically barged his head into his face. The man went down dropping the bat, shaking his hands in a futile attempt to grab on something. Whispers then pointed his eyes onto the second attacker. He strongly grabbed him by the collar and then delivered a knee blow right between the man’s legs. This strike made the goon crouch in pain. Whispers then saw the third man coming up the stairs. He grabbed the rail for balance and then smote a powerful kick with his leg right into the goon’s chest. He watched him rolling back down on the steps and then remaining still upon finally reaching the lower level floor. He then looked down through the space in the middle of the stairs. “Two more are coming up, Bane! What do you wanna do?”

Bane reached the door step trying to come out. He stopped with a shot moan of pain as the first goon attached himself right onto his wounded leg. Bane turned to him, picked up the bat and stroke him right into the face with a powerful swing. Blood splattered everything around as the man finally dropped unconscious.

“Quit playing, Bane! What do we do? There may be more of them downstairs.”

“The fire exit! Come!”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-26-2009 02:06



Upon exiting through the window and reaching the back alley’s pavement, it was just a matter of minutes until they managed to lose their tracks. On his way Joey noticed a morning paper that someone had dropped, with a big title screaming out about the sins of the chief of police. “Damn, Whispers…” he said. “This ain’t good. Ain’t good at all! Let’s go! Next stop is my apartment.”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 17:07

In about half hour they’ve managed to reach the back alley to Joey’s apartment. “Hold it right here, Whispers!” said Bane dragging him back by his arm. “Look there!” A goon was guarding the back stairway, standing right in the middle of the alley and looking around suspicious. “I guess they got here too” Bane continued. “We still need to reach the apartment though. I have to pick up a few things and some cash.” He thought for a bit and went on. “Now here’s what we do: I step into the alley, let him see me and then I step out. You grab him as he reaches the corner and…do what you usually do.”

And so it went down. The man started running like crazy upon noticing Bane. Whispers just had to wait until he reached his position. He grabbed the goon strong by the back of his collar and practically slammed him into the wall. He then slammed him once more with his head on the edge of a nearby trash container. The man just fell down after that like a rag.

“Now what do we do with this guy?” Whispers asked, looking with a sadistically satisfied face at his ‘work’. “We can’t just leave him here. Someone might see him.”

“Just throw him in there” pointed Bane to the trash can.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 17:08



Upon reaching the apartment’s window it seemed there was nothing inside. The door was though just slightly cracked. “I guess they’re expecting us in the front. Ok…let’s go in. It’s good I didn’t have time for fixing this window…”

Upon stepping inside Bane noticed a bottle of whiskey placed in a quite strange position. “That’s strange…” he mumbled. “I don’t recollect leaving that there.” He picked it up slowly noticing it was pointed straight towards his safe. “Macallan…single malt… J.C.’s favorite brand…NO, it can’t be!” He then rushed to the safe as Whispers was checking the hallway. Bane was relieved when he found that all his cash was still there. He also found a letter and…a couple of notebooks dressed in black leather covers. Upon reading the letter he smiled. “J.C….you old fox. I guess I should thank you for this…although I may never get to actually do it.” He then turned towards Whispers. “Change of plans, mate. We’ll negotiate with the mob. We have what they want.”

“Well…I don’t know…” Whispers answered. “That’s kinda dangerous, Bane.”

“Agreed, only…I don’t think that otherwise we have much of a choice. We have an advantage though, big guy: we have what they want. We just need find some neutral ground for this.”

“Let’s go to Big Benny then” Whispers said.

They went back down on the fire escape and headed for Big Benny’s club.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-28-2009 02:09

‘Big’ Benny wasn’t really such a big man in the physical way of the word. Benito Leone Parma by his full name was actually an old man, a former ‘consigliere’ that managed to serve and most important…survive several Don’s during his life. He was now retired from his ‘active duty’, but still he had power. He had a position no one else had ever managed to attain. He was the only one able to provide ‘safe ground’ in New York. Everybody respected him…some even thought he was even more respected than the Don. Upon dismissing himself from his ‘regular job’, Benny remained a negotiator. No one would screw up a deal he made under his name, no one would ever even consider that. Nobody knew if he decided for this to happen or if just people have turned him in this direction by just applying to him. In any case, he was a living legend and the only one capable of helping Bane with what he needed: negotiating with the mob in safe terms.

Big Benny was running his ‘negotiating services’ out of a club. Whispers and Bane managed to find their way there in a couple of hours, avoiding the more crowded streets. Of course Benny accepted to ‘help them out’. After all…nothing he did came for free.

So Benny has set everything up. By midnight the talk and exchange were already over. Joey had Rose and the mob had the books. Bane felt released he managed to end up this story without repercussions. Even though a couple of threats for the future were stated, he knew he had nothing to worry about. It was all set. Barresi was gone, but since he had attempted to double-cross his employers, they didn’t actually give a damn any more about him or his goons. The chief of police was politically toasted. No use to them either…and no threat to Bane for a matter of fact as he was suspended during the day, for the scandal. He may try to get even, but Joey was not really worried.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-28-2009 02:10

“Funny thing though…” he mumbled while stepping out in the street, in the chill of the night. “They’ve let go of the whole ‘Mona’ issue too easy. I can’t help wondering why…”

“Hey, Bane…” Whispers said looking down to the back of an alley. “That looks like…your car!”

Indeed it was Joey’s car. “Mona…” Bane grumbled. “She used to live here. I thought she had sold this place long ago.” He approached the car carefully. It was empty. Then he decided to go upstairs. He noticed the door to her old apartment was open. He entered…then stopped in the frame. In the middle of the now apparently deserted apartment he saw…Mona’s corpse. Her throat was deep cut, ear to ear. “I now understand why they didn’t care what happened to her. Damn…” Bane exited closing the door with care. Some words he had heard in the past came now back in his mind: ‘they never forget and never forgive’…

Bane walked down the stairs trying to find a feeling of sorrow about her death. There wasn’t any. “Damn…what the hell am I turning into?” he mumbled in his usual manner.

“She’s gone. She’s now history…” said him to Whispers upon reaching the alley. He stepped up to get in his car, but stopped noticing the trunk was not entirely closed. He opened it up. His eyes got wide open as he realized he was staring at a bag full of dough. “Damn!” exclaimed he remembering what Barresi had told him. “These must’ve been Smiley’s greens.”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-28-2009 02:11



A few days after Bane was comfortably sitting in a street café, thinking about how everything turned out fine. Smiley’s ‘life gatherings’ turned out to be a whole load of cash. Bane split it in three: Rose, Whispers and he. Whispers was happy with both paying back Joey’s owed favor and also end up with full pockets. Rose was now also set. Bane fixed her up temporarily at Maria’s and she had enough money to live a good life for a couple of years. He also did not end up too bad. His life was now quiet and he could afford to lose time. “I hope I ain’t gonna get my arse into trouble again…”


The End...or...was it?

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