[b]SIXGUN[/b]

"Well, when you're a freelance hitter like Fletcher Ross, it pays to know who's worth working fer," Sixgun said by way of explanation, lighting a cigarette to duck any further questions from Wire. Luckily, Dozer screamed for quiet right then, and both men were shocked into silence.

The meeting seemed fairly orderly from then on, Sixgun trying to remember as much as he could on the off chance the small cameras he had discreetly placed around the room didn't work. He took maybe a deeper drag than he intended when Marconi made a throwaway reference to infiltrating the League. It'd be easy, Sixgun realized. They didn't exactly screen their people carefully, and their open-door policy meant very few applicants were turned away. [i]Pariah, we've gotta tighten up,[/i] he thought.

However, some of the gang leaders didn't quite look happy, probably because they were being ignored. Ben saw Fontana gesture discreetly for him. Trying to remain inconspicuous, the man calling himself Fletcher Ross gave his partner a nudge, then unhurriedly worked his way through the crowd to Fontana. "I take it someone's going to need to be walked out," he said quietly once he reached the capo. 

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[b]SONJA[/b]

Sonja leaned back in her chair, pulling a pen and paper from the air. She really didn't want to have cause to regret this pact, so she might as well start asking some questions. Pushing her designer sunglasses up, hoping they concealed her tired, bloodshot eyes, she started taking a few notes. "Let's talk leadership," she said. "Who's your direct report and where do you meet him or her?"