25: [Action] Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

[dashboardlite]

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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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Trophies? Ooh, I like me some nice souvenirs.]

What'd ya bring me this time?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Remember that wise guy who thought he could skim off the top of Dean's profits? He's gonna find that a bit more difficult now that most of his fingers are in this box.

Embezzling never pays. Unless you're the guy who gets to make the embezzler pay. Then you get a hefty sum.*

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[I snap the box open and grin. The Tom, Dick, or Larry who was grazing dough certainly wouldn't be grazing anymore. After finagling the thing into my pocket, I back up against a wall and shoot a look down the hallway.

Markus likes the best in blades for some reason, so I fork over a quality shiv (http://images.knifecenter.com/knifecenter/ontario/images/ON9411OM.jpg) that came in a shipment this morning.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Well ain't that a beautiful instrument. Markus hefts the knife, runs his thumb along the blade and then pockets it happily. Behind the mask he's probably grinning. He nods to Dean and then gives him a lazy salute before turning to leave.

Until next time, boss.*