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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…”

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.

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

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.