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( Car plate playfully says: Catch me if you can! )
O'Mallory's Irish Pub, South Bronx
A car was leassurely cruising down the streets.....AT 80 MPH >:0 When it came to a stop in front O'Mallory's pub, ran over the don't stop here sign and stopped on top of it's corpse. Max stepped out of his car and took a big wiff of the air.
"Ah, the smell of despair, failier and used condoms.....it's like I never stepped out of the strip club, zing." >:0
Joking of course, the places he frequent were all well kept, the ones he didn't? .....not so much. He took a look around and whistled to a near by gang of some kind that looked like trouble makers. The frowned and emediatly got over ready to start some trouble when he pulled out his fat wallet.
"Make sure no one touches my car. 500 now and another 500 when I come back."
The guys quickly started digging in their pockets for knucks and knifes when they saw the money.....silly thugs, bringing knifes to a gun fight >:3 Max showed what was under his coat and it cooled them off rather quickly.
"If anyone touches the car, beat him up, I'll pay extra."
With that settled Max went inside to find the fucking lepricon midget or whatever the fuck that thing was......not a lot of respect there.....but hey, he had no gripes with Mickey so that was good enough. As long as they were not at each other's throats they were both making good money. When Max stepped in he took a quick look around.....saying "You doing some remodeling?" was too easy.....
"Let me guess, Bigby dropped by already."
Mickey glanced up at his newest guessed with a bit of a scowl. His goons were doing their best to clean up the mess, or in the case of the one that had been mugged, trying to pick the shards of glass out of his face with a small handmirror. Mickey himself was still having a bit of a fit, puffing away at one of his cigars and generaly looking as if he were ready to shoot someone right then and there.
"No, I jus' t'ought I'd smash up my fookin' table and throw a mug at Brick there." He growled sourly, spitting the stub of his smoke out and crushing it with a diminuitive foot. "Fookin' wolf's screwed wit' me fer the last time. Heh....literaly the last time now, I'm guessin'." Now he had a faint grin on his lips as he thought about the call he'd made after Bigby had left.
"In fact, don't think we'll be seein' much of him ever again."
"Oh?"
Max raised an eye brow at that remark.
"Enlighten me. Why is that exactly? The fucking bastard is too tough to die after a good beating... I guess asking for his death is a little too much on the wishfull thinking. What happened to him?"
Mickey grinned around his cigar, exhaling a pungent tobbaco cloud as he let out a rusty guffaw.
"Gave a friend've moine a call, she saw to it the wolf wouldn't be botherin' us again." He stopped laughing, then abruptly switched to his business face. "Roight then. Business. Got some product y'might be interested in. Sorry 'bout Sarah, by the. Twas a noice little piece've ass."
“…Charming…”
Max discussed some stuff with Mickey a good 20 minutes before he finaly left.
“Ok, what happened here?”
A few guys were lieing beat up around his car. He squated down to pick up a thick file.
“Oh, this must be the P.I. I hired and the info I wanted…..what about the others?”
“We’ll be honest with you. We really need that money so we kind of made them touch it on perpous so we can beat em up.”
“I admire your honesty….and your handy work, those guys really look in pain even when they are knocked out. Here’s a little extra, and call this number if you need a job, I am sure there will be something for you fine gentlemen.”
Max gave them some cash and a business card. After that he sat in his car and opened the file. He looked in it for about a minute before he smurked.
“Man I swear, someone down there is really looking out for me.”
Apperantly his guardian angel was a devil….makes sense if you think about it…. Max laughed, pleased with what he saw in there and drove off. After a short drive he came up on the woodlands, emediatly spotting his target.
“Man, if there is limit to luck I don’t know it yet, he he he.”
His luxury car came to a screetching stop near Momoko and Max lowered his window as he put the thick file away.
“Konichiwa Momo-chan, do you remember me?”
He said with a big cheerful smile… them meeting only once when he came to pick up Sarah on her first day of work.
“I have something to discuss with you and I am fairly sure you will be intrested. Will you get in, please?”