[color=darkcyan][h3]Deeandra~[/h3][/color]

     The chair screeched harshly against the concrete floor, echoing through the empty rooms of the old warehouse.  Crates filled with stolen goods appeared completely innocent minus the bold boxed lettering of the name TULIO across the front.  An expression somewhere between a scowl and a smirk of satisfaction crossed the snow leopard’s face as she placed the chair backwards in front of her victim.  Straddling the seat, she placed both arms on the top of the backrest, placing her own chin on them.  Across from her sat a bloodied mole tied to his seat, head looking down between his knees.  Signs of his torment apparent by the vibrant drops of red sprinkled along the floor.

     Making three consecutive clicking sound with her tongue Deeandra shook her head, [color=darkcyan] “You know Ralphie it’s a shame.  When Intel told me I had a leak my family I never would have guessed it was you.  The irony won’t be lost on me.”[/color]  The words apparently struck a small cord as the mole tried a poor attempt at spitting blood her face.  Sweeping her head to the right she easily dodged it resuming her normal position as if nothing had happened at all.  She was used to the big talk, every now and then action, but the reality is only one person would actually be walking away today.  Muttering a sarcastic comment about “family” his voice was muffled by the sounds of struggling bodies.  Off to the side two of Dee’s panther henchmen were finishing up on apprehending the warehouse guards.  The German Shepherds struggled against the restraints to no avail.  Dee still couldn’t believe Tulio managed to infiltrate her mob with chumps like these.  Still taking revenge in his own warehouse was too sweet to pass out on.

     Bringing her attention back to the figure in front of her she felt nothing but disgust over being betrayed over a second-grade mobster.  Obviously she needed to bring fear back to the Hawthorne name so no one is stupid enough to step out of line again.  [color=darkcyan] “You know I’m disappointed in you.  I would of thought you’d pick a side with, I don’t know,”[/color] she freed a hand, waving it in a circular motion through the air, [color=darkcyan] “a little more class.”[/color]  The mole scoffed in his seat, “From a broad like yourself?  I’ve seen hookas with more of that stuff than you.  Ya think you’ve got this tow….”  A claw swiped swiftly cutting his tongue off while it was still wagging.  Screams now replaced the sound of chatter and Deeandra kicked over his chair causing him to fall on his back, the yelling replaced by an [i]Oooof[/i] followed by labored breathing.

     Standing from her own chair, she pulled her Tiger Eye from her holster pointing it at the mole’s head.  [color=darkcyan] “Ralphie, you never did know when to keep your mouth shut,”[/color] on that note she pulled the trigger ending her job.  Holstering her weapon once more she turned back to her men.[color=darkcyan] “Take care of the guards.  Last thing I need is more loose ends.  Leave Ralphie here; obviously Tulio needs a reminder of who the Godmother is.”[/color].  She received a couple "Yes. Boss"s from her men as she made her way to the door, heels clicking loudly with every step.  Once she was outside she headed towards the dark armored vehicle where a door was being held open for her.  

     Climbing inside she told the driver to head back to the Rock, her headquarters.  Leaning back in her seat Dee couldn’t help but get lost in her own thoughts.  [color=darkcyan][i]Who woulda thought Riki would have actually come through this time around?  Here I was thinking he was bluffing. [/i][/color] [@Zen ego]  Honestly, Deeandra did not like to make dealings with Riki much these days.  After obtaining some information about her family he was no longer expendable.  The inability to clear up loose ends gnawed at the back of her mind, much like an itch that could never be scratched.  Truthfully, she was looking for ways to clear up his leads and then take him out herself.  Nevertheless, until she could figure this one out she would be stuck playing her game of cat and mouse, ever watching her prey.  What she really needed was a new informationalist, but a reliable one in a place like this was difficult to come by. 

     Deeandra knew she should go around the Hole to find someone new sooner or later.  Her job often kept her too busy and many of her family had their own tasks collecting debts owed, taking care of the business.  Aside from this, with the discovery of a spy any new initiate into the mob would not be trusted, leading to internal tension.  The last thing she needed was the attempt of a coup under her own roof.  Leaning her head against the window she watched as the ‘hell-hole’ of a town passes by.  Dilapidating buildings and manipulative people were the norm in the monotony that was her life.  One may think living on the edge would be exciting; however, in her case it was just a means to pass time.

     It wasn’t much longer before the car was pulling into the drive of her home.  Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the manual gates were opened by those who were lower in the organization.  This was her empire, nearing it alone put her at ease.  Within moments Deeandra crossed the threshold of the main hall, welcomed by those who were in between jobs.  After trading off her own greetings and giving a couple orders she headed straight to her room where she observed the degree to which her own body was contaminated from the blood of her victim.  Observing the reflection staring back at her she found most of the liquid across her face and chess, a terrifying sight to say the least.  Most of her annoyance was found in the dried crust on her nails…yes, she would need a long shower at minimum.

     Leaving a trail of black clothing, the figure made her way to a hot shower, tail flicking as she went.  It wasn’t long before steam and the scent of vanilla poured from the room as all of the days deeds washed merrily down the drain, nothing more than a distant memory….another drop in the bucket that was her life.