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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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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?

red_rose
red_rose

Feb-28-2009 03:01

Rose stood at the docks, looking out over the smoky dirty water. Maria stood beside her, cigarette abandoned as she held Rose in a tight hug. The child was shocked. No one had ever given her anything like this. Especially Maria, who didn’t think to show her love. But the two girls had become close as Maria nursed Rose back to health after her time with the mob. She still had a bruise on her forehead and a scar on her arm, but they would fade eventually and all that would be left were memories.

Rose felt the wad of money in the pocket of the jacket that Maria had given to her on her first day in New York. Now it was going to make the long trip back to Paris with her. She looked back at the city she was leaving behind, wondering if she’d ever return. Suddenly there was a shadow at her side and Joey was standing above her.


red_rose
red_rose

Feb-28-2009 03:01

”See ya kid, safe journey and all that”
”Merci monsieur. I’m going home now” Rose replied.
“Aw Rose, I sorta thought New York was your home now.”
She thought about this for a while, but shook her head, knowing she couldn’t live in New York, Paris was her home.
“You know kid, if you were to stay here, I could probably help you find work somewhere. You were pretty good helping me with that case; I reckon you’d make a good detective”
A detective! Rose felt warmth spread throughout her body. She had secretly been hoping Joey would ask her to stay with him, so she could sneak around and always feel like there was a place she belonged, she didn’t like feeling idle. But why did he have to ask her now, just as she was leaving.

Looking towards the ship that was meant to be carrying her home; she felt nothing inside her. No excitement, no warmth. Looking back towards New York and Joey and Maria, she felt a tiny flicker of fire deep inside her belly.
“Monsieur Joey,” she said, looking up into his eyes.
“Kid” he said, looking down on her.
“I think you just won me over.”
And with nothing more than that, she turned on her heel and, with Joey and Maria in tow, walked back towards home

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-28-2009 10:54

Early November snow. Winter was longer here up north, but JC didn't mind, especially now that Kristen was finally recovering. The operation went smoothly; JC made sure she got the best treatment money could buy. JC was even considering marrying the woman. The old chap couldn't believe it himself either, finally settling down after years in various 'businesses'. Perhaps his old bones were getting weary. He wonder how long this weariness would last.

Kristen had returned from the hospital and was resting upstairs. JC poured himself a liberal shot of the Macallan single malt, and savoured the memory of good old times the drink bought to his mind. He wondered how his old partner was doing. Given Joey resilience to all kinds of troubles and JC's little parting gift, he was sure the former boxer could stay in the ring for many matches to come. The fire was crackling in the hearth. JC looked onto the snow outside and smiled.

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