25: [Action] Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

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It ain't often that I get myself all gussied up in my gray glad rags, but today's a holiday.  For one, the bets I placed with my bookie on a couple of bangtails came through - few hundred greenbacks richer, and that's only the beginning.  It ain't often that I'm on the nut, 'cause work comes easy as long as somebody wants somebody else dead.

But I deserve the reward.

I light up another butt and inhale deeply.  It'll be a while before another butter and egg man swings by my usual joint, and I can't afford to fleece a john when the hallways are lousy with 'em.  Bunkoing some poor shmoe ain't on the to-do list.

...but a Jane with some nice pins might be.  The wallet's fat, and it's probably obvious by the stupid grin on my face.  The heat I'm packing is heavier, though, and not what you wanna mess with.

I might as well take a walk around the block and see what's what.



[[ooc; For those of you who have NO IDEA what he's saying, here is a convenient reference.]]

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I'm familiar with Wesker, sure. The bruno's got a mean streak a mile wide and a bad side that I wouldn't want to be on even if you paid me - it doesn't mean we haven't had our differences. He does things his way, and I do 'em my way.

"It is, ain't it?"

I grin, because heck - I could be worse off.

"How's that extortion business goin' for ya, ya big palooka?"

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Witty, as always. I can't help but think he uses humor to cover up for his own shortcomings. The man never seems to take anything seriously, but do I care? Not a snowball's chance in hell. Just means I can get away with having my dealers sneak in right under his nose.

"I'm always so touched you go out of your way to insult me, Winchester."

And of course I throw my own smirk right back at him.

"And what do you mean by extortion? Isn't that your area of expertise?"

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I used to do a lot of under the table trading, but less so nowadays with all the competition. Killing's easier, and sometimes cleaner, to be honest. Back when goods were harder to come by I used to butt heads with Wesker about filling quotas, but that joint's never been my style, and I'm glad things have changed.

"Not anymore, slick," I quip, grin widening. "I ain't a businessman - left that to my brother. Fella's gotta pave his own way, so I'm gettin' revenue somewhere else."

You could say I'm something of a hitman, but I prefer bounty hunter.

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And I believe I know just what he speaks of. After some time, our dealers would be competing for the same clients. Sometimes they'd end up six feet under after a not so pleasant tango.

But lately, that doesn't seem to be the case.

"I don't know about your end, but things seem to be working out for me and my boys. The boss couldn't be happier now that you've taken to other endeavors."

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"Thought I'd go back t'my roots, y'know?"

I smile, all teeth, and flick my cigarette to the ground, grinding it out. "I ain't got an entrepreneurial spirit like summa you guys. I just like the smell of my own job."

Whiskey, blood, and gunpowder.

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If there was one thing I respected about the guy, it was his philosophy about and dedication to his job.

"I understand, yes. So...should we let bygones be bygones then? Seeing as we no longer have anything to fight over." I take out a metal case, grabbing and lighting a cigarette. Just what I needed at a time like this.

"Unless the turf war is still hot between our two gangs. But I like to keep my nose out of that sort of thing." Mainly because I worry only about the product and not some mindless dispute over territory.

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"Sounds fair 'nough."

I eye him curiously. Wesker's never been the type to back down, 'cause he's about a rigid as a flagpole, but if there ain't any competition, it means he probably won't feel so damn murderous about stringing me up and making me dance a hangman's jig.

"W ain't got a cut territory since we downsized. I'm a hired gun now, slick. I just go where the work takes me."

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"I'd say the new career choice suits you, then. You never were one to stay in one place for very long..."

It was true. I guess you could say I'm the stationary type, working all of the angles possible. The same couldn't be said for Winchester, though.

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"What can I say? I get restless and bored."

My grin slides crooked and I continued the polite conversation.

"So how's your dame?"

...or I ask about women. That works, too.

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"And you're good at what you do." Flattery? Who's to say if my words are genuine or not.

However, my smile disappears as his takes on a new form.

"She seems to be doing well." I sigh, remembering our latest topic of conversation. She can be so...demanding? at times.

"However, she's upset that I put so many hours into my work..."