Post by krista on Dec 8, 2010 9:03:40 GMT -7
“Luciano!” Alma laughed, as the large Mediterannean man embraced her in a hug. “How’s my favorite Italian stallion?”
“Just fine, now that I get to see you again.” Luciano answered smoothly, cracking a grin when Alma quirked a questioning eyebrow. “I kid, I kid… shit’s been going down recently, but when doesn’t it, when you are in a business like mine?”
He let go of the lithe woman, and gestured to the stoic man, also clad in a black suit, next to him. “Mario needs some adjustments to that stuff your doc installed on his last month.” Mario raised his hand to wiggle his fingers, with a slight smile. Alma knew beneath the pink rubber, was cold hard steel.
“Don’t think that should be an issue.” She remarked with a grin.
As soon as Luciano had stepped through the doors of the clinic, Alma had send a message to Garret’s commlink. He was downstairs somewhere, she could hear him shuffling around with her cyberears (a nice bonus from her doctor employer for wrangling a contract with the local Vory). He had replied in kind, indicating he would be up ASAP.
“Gentlemen!” Dr. Moore said, smiling warmly, as he entered into the clinic waiting room. Spotting Mario standing there, he focused his attention upon him. “Mario! How are you liking those new shockhands?”
“They’re good. I’d like a little more juice though.” Mario flexed his cyberhands. “Think you can help?”
Garret placed a hand on Mario’s shoulder, leading him into the clinic. “For you? Anything. We could also fix you up with some nice cyberspurs too…”
Luciano watched the doctor leave with his Mafia brother, before turning to the lady next to him. “Well, if they’re off having fun, I think we should too. They’re a nice coffee place nearby.”
“You know I can’t resist an offer of Italian coffee.” Alma flashed him a smile. “Espically from you.”
The Italian mobster offered his arm. “S’only a few blocks away, we can walk from here.”
“So you are telling me the Mob, THE Gianelli family can’t hold its own against a simple hitman?” Alma laughed in Italian, flicking the ashes of her cigarette into the tray on the table. The weather was unnaturally good for May in Seattle, and she was rather enjoying this little outdoor café.
“The Gianellis aren’t ones to trifle with, honey.” Luciano puffed up his chest, he’d been boasting about the recent exploits of his family, how they’d been able to push the Yakuza out of Tacoma. “It’s those Giovannis that are stumbling around like blind idiots, trying to figure out who whacked their precious Niccolo.”
Alma nodded thoughtfully, taking a drag off the cigarette. “So it wasn’t one of your goons that met his maker? And here I was going to offer your family condolences.”
“Don’t you even put us in the same league as those wanna-bes.” Luciano snarled, tossing the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, and crushing it with the toe of his leather shoe. “I did not agree with the Don’s decision to bring them into all this. We would have gotten Tacoma back, eventually.
And if you ask me, that son-of-a-bitch was asking for it. Just a lazy waste of skin, didn’t do anything useful to further the cause. Drugs, booze, and hookers was all he was interested in.”
“Oh Luci…” Alma said sympathetically, with a fake pout. “Don’t tell me you’re a saint.”
Luciano raised his hands in mock defeat. “Hey, babe, I like my vices as much as the next guy, but I earn my ticket.”
“Fair enough.” Alma nodded, gazing at him, genuinely interested in this whole predicament. “So they haven’t found out who did the job yet?”
“Nah.” Luciano shot a glare at the nearest waitress, who basically abandoned the table she was waiting on to come clear their empty cups away. “They’re too busy being pets to the Don to take care of their own dirty work yet. Heard they had some leads, maybe a fixer or something, but I’m not sure if that’s just a rumor or not.”
“Too bad.” Alma lied, filing this information away for later. Could be useful, everything always was eventually.
“Not like I give a shit.” Luciano tossed a small credstick on the table, and offered his arm to Alma again. “Those Giovanni’s will get theirs, you wait and see.”
“Just fine, now that I get to see you again.” Luciano answered smoothly, cracking a grin when Alma quirked a questioning eyebrow. “I kid, I kid… shit’s been going down recently, but when doesn’t it, when you are in a business like mine?”
He let go of the lithe woman, and gestured to the stoic man, also clad in a black suit, next to him. “Mario needs some adjustments to that stuff your doc installed on his last month.” Mario raised his hand to wiggle his fingers, with a slight smile. Alma knew beneath the pink rubber, was cold hard steel.
“Don’t think that should be an issue.” She remarked with a grin.
As soon as Luciano had stepped through the doors of the clinic, Alma had send a message to Garret’s commlink. He was downstairs somewhere, she could hear him shuffling around with her cyberears (a nice bonus from her doctor employer for wrangling a contract with the local Vory). He had replied in kind, indicating he would be up ASAP.
“Gentlemen!” Dr. Moore said, smiling warmly, as he entered into the clinic waiting room. Spotting Mario standing there, he focused his attention upon him. “Mario! How are you liking those new shockhands?”
“They’re good. I’d like a little more juice though.” Mario flexed his cyberhands. “Think you can help?”
Garret placed a hand on Mario’s shoulder, leading him into the clinic. “For you? Anything. We could also fix you up with some nice cyberspurs too…”
Luciano watched the doctor leave with his Mafia brother, before turning to the lady next to him. “Well, if they’re off having fun, I think we should too. They’re a nice coffee place nearby.”
“You know I can’t resist an offer of Italian coffee.” Alma flashed him a smile. “Espically from you.”
The Italian mobster offered his arm. “S’only a few blocks away, we can walk from here.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So you are telling me the Mob, THE Gianelli family can’t hold its own against a simple hitman?” Alma laughed in Italian, flicking the ashes of her cigarette into the tray on the table. The weather was unnaturally good for May in Seattle, and she was rather enjoying this little outdoor café.
“The Gianellis aren’t ones to trifle with, honey.” Luciano puffed up his chest, he’d been boasting about the recent exploits of his family, how they’d been able to push the Yakuza out of Tacoma. “It’s those Giovannis that are stumbling around like blind idiots, trying to figure out who whacked their precious Niccolo.”
Alma nodded thoughtfully, taking a drag off the cigarette. “So it wasn’t one of your goons that met his maker? And here I was going to offer your family condolences.”
“Don’t you even put us in the same league as those wanna-bes.” Luciano snarled, tossing the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, and crushing it with the toe of his leather shoe. “I did not agree with the Don’s decision to bring them into all this. We would have gotten Tacoma back, eventually.
And if you ask me, that son-of-a-bitch was asking for it. Just a lazy waste of skin, didn’t do anything useful to further the cause. Drugs, booze, and hookers was all he was interested in.”
“Oh Luci…” Alma said sympathetically, with a fake pout. “Don’t tell me you’re a saint.”
Luciano raised his hands in mock defeat. “Hey, babe, I like my vices as much as the next guy, but I earn my ticket.”
“Fair enough.” Alma nodded, gazing at him, genuinely interested in this whole predicament. “So they haven’t found out who did the job yet?”
“Nah.” Luciano shot a glare at the nearest waitress, who basically abandoned the table she was waiting on to come clear their empty cups away. “They’re too busy being pets to the Don to take care of their own dirty work yet. Heard they had some leads, maybe a fixer or something, but I’m not sure if that’s just a rumor or not.”
“Too bad.” Alma lied, filing this information away for later. Could be useful, everything always was eventually.
“Not like I give a shit.” Luciano tossed a small credstick on the table, and offered his arm to Alma again. “Those Giovanni’s will get theirs, you wait and see.”