[The corner of her mouth twitched into a little half smile as she took in what he was wearing, and the fact that he was evidently on a first name basis with the bartender. She had to appreciate the bravado it took to turn up to a bar like this regularly, and in a loud shirt.]
[ His tone easy going, clearly an amusing tale. If not, a bit sketchy. He knew he wasn't much to look at, but that was what made him so good at what he does. ]
I'm not sure what it says about me that I only find that mildly concerning.
[There was a certain power in being underestimated. She was a petite redhead, most people didn't expect her to efficiently kick their ass. She tipped her head and then downed one of the shots lined up between them.]
Find out what they're planning that they need to risk running guns across state lines. We pretend we're having a competition, get their attention with the bets, and get the information once they're loosened up. Pool or darts?
[ He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders. Much like her, he was a diminutive guy, thin and unassuming. His eyes were all that really stands out. Blue, and very much windows to his soul, as much as he wished they weren't when it came to cards and having to hurt people. He hated hurting people. Tossing back one of the shots, he made a face before nodding some. ]
Easy-peasy, love, Pool'll be the best bet t' get'em talkin', we jus' gotta keep the drinks flowin' an the mood goin' an' they'll open up like a book. They already here?
[There were worse things than having expressive eyes. Natasha tended to be less suspicious of others when their responses were clearly unthinking like that. The same little half smile returned to her lips at his casually shrugged response. In her experience, things never stayed easy-peasy for long. Even so, she could work with pool.]
The one I have pinned for second in command is here with a few others I've seen in surveillance. We can go over now, it never hurts to...inspire a little division.
[She slid off her stool with a grin. The only question left was whether she'd hustle them or hurt their egos. She'd have to feel out the dynamic of the group before she decided.]
[ Nothing ever stays easy-peasy, it would be too simple if it did. He pushed off the barstool. Tossing back a second of those four shots. Seemed fair enough, and even with rent due soon, he'd always take payment in alcohol. It was a flaw of his. ]
Divide and conquer and work our way down, I'll keep an eye for the signal, love. [ Doyle replied, the shot glass set down a bit hard. A force of habit, if anything. He looked back to her, mirroring her grin for only a moment before he was all business. By all business, it meant he made his way over. Taking up a cue as he watched the game, a moment.
This is where he shines, chat up one of the guys on the side watching and making a comment now and then about them needing real challenge. It was a dangerous game to play sometimes, but this was how he made his living, even when not helping gather intel.
Work his way in and lower guards. He'd not get to play the game right away, of course, not with one in the works. But enough people in the bar knew him, that no one raised a brow at him trying to weasel in on the game. ]
[Natasha had a similar end goal, but a different approach. There was really no wrong way to go about digging for information, as long as you didn't go in and directly ask someone what they were up to. Her training had been very specific. And thorough. She understood how people worked and how to exploit their soft spots.
As she angled her way closer to the game at hand, she caught the eye of the man she'd pegged for second in command and deliberately let her eyes slide past him so she could smile at the guy that had obviously been trying to improve his own position by being useful.
It was a balancing act, but she walked the wire deftly, and as the game wound down, she could see the second bristling from the perceived slight to his ego as she ignored him for the other man.]
You know, I haven't played pool in a long time. [The remark was made innocently enough as she pulled a money clip out from her bra strap and flipped through the bills, seemingly oblivious to any eyes on her as she thumbed her way through the twenties and fifties.] How much is it to buy in?
[ Doyle had never been properly trained on how to talk to people. His circumstances had led him to the list of skills he had. Those same circumstances were why the twenty-five-year-old looked closer to thirty. Life hadn't been easy, but he's survived and found ways to be useful. Sometimes for a price, sometimes for the higher powers. The latter he shares with next to no one. A seer's eyes fetch a high price.
Doyle didn't go right for the second in command. He always started with the ones close but easily ignored. The goons always knew more than they let on, and often had loose lips when it came to being competitive. The two pool tables were being taken up by the same crew. ]
We start at 100. [ The man she had smiled at spoke, Natasha's money would get her in on the second in commands game. While that poor guy was probably getting himself in danger. Doyle getting in on the second game with the silver cross around his neck, after one of the other crew members looked it over when he took it off. It wasn't high value, but he'd not lose it either.
The balls set, as the first shot was lined up. The second table was a game of four people. Doyle playing it low-key, and purposely scoring bad to start. He had a strategy, which required him to lose a little to get their guards down, before he'd ask about work. He was around the down and outs enough to not be questioned about it. ]
[Natasha nodded, undeterred, and peeled off 100 to add to the ante for the game. She hesitated to ever call her work fun, because she recognized that it would sound criminally insane to most people. But compared to the sort of cases she usually got handed, well. Something with a lot of competing egos was sort of a nice break.
The men at Doyle's table chatted and gossiped, all but eye rolling as the men at Natasha's table postured. And then, inevitably, the bragging started. Guns, money, drugs, women. The big takeover of a rival club that would doubtlessly get a lot of people hurt. Including bystanders. She was almost starting to think that she might be able to shoot off a text and have the parking lot filled with enough black vans to arrest them all without a single tip of the hat. Like it might actually be easy peasy for once.
And then the second in command slapped her ass. Which made it crystal clear - no, he hadn't contacted her through the underground network she kept a finger on in a misguided attempt to bag a Black Widow to run guns for him. He thought he was going to bag a Black Widow.
Her reaction was so quick it was almost unthinking. She grabbed the offending hand and twisted his arm up and behind him at an uncomfortable angle as she kicked his knee out. Her pool cue was still held casually in one hand as she wrenched his arm further up to keep him on his knees.
The tension in the bar was crystalline.] You fellas really didn't do your research, huh?
[ Doyle enjoyed this kinda work. The kind where he could gather enough to cover his rent, get in good with valuable people, and hopefully get home without bruised rips and without a vision. Those were the best kind of nights.
So far, it was looking like the night might go that way, as the men at his table started gossiping and bragging. Doyle soaking it in, but making a point to commit the club name and plan to memory. He couldn't stand the idea of innocents being hurt. That would not do.
The second's yelp the sound of the man going down when she kicked his knee out. Doyle stayed standing with the degenerates, not sure now was the time to out himself in a bar full of lowlifes like he thought of himself as.
The tension was thick, but the one she'd smiled at first, well, he knew his future in the crew was over if he didn't defend his bosses honor. Going for a wild, and bad swing on the Black Widow, he was not versed in what she could do. ]
Woah! Woah! [ The brogue cut through the tension. ] Gonna hit a lass like that? The fuck's wrong with you?
[ A few of the guys who knew Doyle as well as anyone could from the card game got up and started moving over. He owed most of them money, but hearing a woman was involved was enough to get their attention. Everything hinged on the next few moments. Either the two were about to get destroyed by Natasha, or a bar fight was going to break out. Either way, while everyone was distracted, Doyle slipped his silver cross back into his back pocket without being noticed. ] Can you believe these fellas?
[Natasha could think of several things wrong with him. His swing was so well broadcasted that she only had to lean to the side, one brow arched, to get out of the way. She almost felt bad. Almost. Maybe she would have if he hadn't decided to get handsy with her.
The people that gathered around Doyle seemed to be muttering in agreement, but she could see the wounded pride smarting all over the man. There was no way he'd be able to let go of the fact that she'd brought him to his knees in front of the ranged members of his crew. And there was really nothing she could do about it either way other than not move until he decided if he'd make is move right then or if he'd wait.
His mouth half opened like he was going to say something as he stared at her and then finally let out a sigh, grumbling that he was going to get a drink as he grabbed the ante money from the table and marched himself across the bar.
Natasha caught Doyle's eyes for a moment and inclined her head toward the man just as someone else asked her how she'd learned a move like that. Her smile was guileless.] I went to a rough school.
[ Doyle was always a talkative one, it's when he's too quiet that there's an issue. Those that knew him shook their heads collectively. The crowd dispersing back to their collective games as the Irishman half leaned on his pool cue.
Catching her eye, he didn't make a motion that he understood, but he did. Holding the cue back to one of the others, he shrugged. ]
Mood's gone, I'm gonna call it.
[ Hands shoved in his pocket, no one seemed to notice the silver cross gone, nope.
He turned to head towards the bar. Catching the bartenders eye. The man knew Doyle was working with someone, but he couldn't peg if it was the woman or the gang. ]
Get me a brew, yeah?
[ He looked over to the second in command only once the beer was before him. ] You alright, man?
[It worked out just as well for her to have the second in command out of the way. And Natasha knew how to use a tense situation to her advantage. Once the guy had cleared out, she feigned like she was worried about retaliation. Which gave her plenty of room to use their desire to reassure her to find out what it was they were working on.
Across the bar, the guy Doyle had followed let out an annoyed grunt in lieu of an answer. And then after a pause jerked his thumb back in the general direction of the game.] You know who that is?
[ It certainly helped to divide and conquer. More so with the man she'd smiled at once again, thinking he had a chance now that the second in command was gone. That one would sing like a canary for a smile. He was far too naive to last long in this life.
Doyle at the bar looked back, his eyes landing on Natasha first, then the men around the game. ] The lass, or the fella you were playin' with? Either way, it's the same. Never seen'em before tonight, tried to flirt with the lass a little earlier, but she wasn't fallin' for me ample charms. [ He chuckled at his own joke.]
I'm just here lookin' to make some cash. Rent an' all, you understand. One o' the guys said you might need a hand with somethin' big.
[ It wasn't a full lie either, this was how he made his living, hustling games like these. Aside from their talk at the bar, no one he knew had seen him around her. ] Why?
[One of the best reasons to divide and conquer, as far as she was concerned, was that it increased the likelihood of getting good intel. She'd be able to compare notes with Doyle before she made her move to stop their operation.
The man with Doyle took a swig of his drink and made a disgruntled sound before he briefly mentioned that Natasha was one of the Black Widow assassins, and then asked what kind of work he'd be willing to do.]
[ Luckily for them both the bragging men trying to impress her, and the big guy at the bar had basically the same information. If the cards were played right she'd have the proper intel soon enough. Those men at the table were trying their best to impress Natasha.
Doyle on the other hand arched a brow, a shocked look crossing his features. ] Probably best she turned me down, eh? [ Doyle was a man about his humor, it was one of his best defences. Kept people from getting too close, and kept him from being beat up a lot more than he probably should have been for his debts.
He let the man know he was willing to do anything, he was skilled in a few different ways that often helped get him into this sketchy kind of work, hot wiring, breaking and entering, the basic trouble package. Peeling the label from his beer, he asked how much the job would pay, clearly sounding willing. It seemed smart enough to him. He planned to head out the door as soon as a price and if he was in on the job or not was chosen. Then he'd text Natasha to meet him at the alley on 12th and Ponce. He knew it would be far enough for no one to tail him.
As long as none of his debters were in the bar anyway. Which, luckily they were not.]
No worries, the last few days have gotten away from me too!
[It was almost too easy, to get the information that she needed once the bubble of tension popped. She'd probably reached an entirely new level of being a workaholic, but mercifully, she couldn't exactly examine that thought while she was on the job. She acknowledged Doyle's text with a quick thumbs up emoji, but it was close to 15 minutes before she joined him. And not really for any nefarious reason - she'd just wanted to make sure that no one would connect the two of them leaving. And put the finishing touches on the fractures in the club solidarity.
When she arrived at the alley, there was an amused look on her face.] That was like a game of 'who has the biggest ego.' Did you find out anything interesting?
[ It had gone a lot easier than expected, for sure. Doyle didn't even get hit, which was always a bonus in his book. The thumbs up arrived before he reached the appointed alleyway. She'd find him as was often the case when they met somewhere, and he was waiting, he was shuffling the deck of cards he keeps on him.
The Irishman was always full of nervous energy, and he had to keep himself busy more than he cared to admit.
Looking up when she entered the alleyway, a playful grin in place. ] Well, that's more or less accurate, ain't it? I did, I know it's gonna be a 10-man crew, and yours truly is expected t' get a text message a few hours 'fore the meet up. It's gonna be on Friday, after dark. He told me to keep my Friday evenin' open. Which, for me, that's money, love, he's apparently payin' more than a few c-notes for this.
[ He could ramble. ] O' course, I'll forward it to you when it arrives.
[She listened attentively to his response, and her head tipped, apparently unconcerned when he mentioned that the group's boss was paying well.] I can compensate you for your time. [Which was only fair. It was a tricky business to be in.
Her arms folded loosely, there was a thoughtful expression on her face as she mulled over the options. She could go back into the bar and round up a portion of the group based on the information alone, but. She'd prefer to sweep up the whole operation at once. Which meant crashing their party on Friday night was a better option.]
Do you want to be part of the round up on Friday, or would you rather I just let you know how it goes?
[ He shrugged a bit as he shuffled his cards. ] Normally I'd jump at that, but somethin' in me gut says to just call in a favor in the future. 'Sides, if I take the job, it gives you an anonymous witness. Pays us both.
[ He'd take a scumbags money, but he cared more about stopping what was happening than actual payment. He'd make his rent somehow anyway. He was always two steps away from being homeless, he was used too it. He could live better, but he chose his lifestyle due to the secrets he was still hiding. ]
I'll be there Friday, jus' do me a favor. When you take everyone down, make sure y'make it look good so no one questions me. Just, don' break my nose, that's all I ask. Gotta keep my reputation if you're gonna need more info in the future. Can't be made by this, an all.
Is that the favor you were hoping to cash in on in the future? [It was clear that she was joking, a small smile lilting up one corner of her mouth.] I'll make sure my team knows that you're coming in but you're not a real suspect. And you can have your favor. But I'm going to insist on paying you if you keep giving me info.
[It was only fair. Favors went a long way, but there was really no substitute for being paid in full at the end of the day. She'd been there once or twice in her life.]
[ That got a chuckle out of him.] If it is, I got the worst luck. [ He quipped easily in that lilted tone.] I guess we got a deal then, love. Can't argue with a Black Widow assassin. An' yeah, big guy knows, and told me plain as day, so the others might know too.
[ He stopped shuffling.] Anythin' I need to know goin' int' this from your side, or your teams?
Don't worry, I don't really do the assassin part anymore. It's just a useful reputation to trade on in situations like this. You can tell pretty quickly what people are looking for if that's what they know about. This isn't the first time I've run into a group that thought they could bank on that knowledge to get the best of me.
[Unfortunately, it won't be the last. She gave him a thoughtful look as she mulled over his question.]
We don't come in with lethal means, so you'll only have to look out for that from behind. I'll make sure we shuffle everyone around for their sentences so they won't be able to tell that you got bagged and released. We can set you up in a safe house for a while if you want to sell it more than that.
I had a feelin', can't say for sure why, just didn' think I had a reason t'be worried 'round you. [ He admitted with a shrug. ] An' that does sound like it would be a pain after awhile, yeah?
[ Nodding as she explained, looking a little uncertain at the idea of a safe house. Generally that meant given legal name and such, and as silly as it was, he hated the idea of anyone knowing his name beyond Doyle. That and its not like people trying to kill him was new. ] Nah, I'll be fine once you and your people set me lose. Not like theres any real ties t' get around. So, I guess I'll be textin' you soon.
I've got people that know me. And I figure if I can be the person that does the work so someone else doesn't have to, or if I can prevent shit like this from going down. [One shoulder lifted in a shrug.] There's worse things I could be doing with the skills I have. I have a feeling you know what that's like too. [On paper, he didn't look like the type of person she'd typically be able to pull in for an operation like this. But he was there, and he hadn't flinched once, which told her more than anything on paper might.
She gave a nod when he turned down the offer of the safe house.] Sounds good. Let me know if anything comes up in the meantime.
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Do I want to know what he owes you a c-note for?
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[ His tone easy going, clearly an amusing tale. If not, a bit sketchy. He knew he wasn't much to look at, but that was what made him so good at what he does. ]
So, what's the plan, darlin'?
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[There was a certain power in being underestimated. She was a petite redhead, most people didn't expect her to efficiently kick their ass. She tipped her head and then downed one of the shots lined up between them.]
Find out what they're planning that they need to risk running guns across state lines. We pretend we're having a competition, get their attention with the bets, and get the information once they're loosened up. Pool or darts?
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[ He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders. Much like her, he was a diminutive guy, thin and unassuming. His eyes were all that really stands out. Blue, and very much windows to his soul, as much as he wished they weren't when it came to cards and having to hurt people. He hated hurting people. Tossing back one of the shots, he made a face before nodding some. ]
Easy-peasy, love, Pool'll be the best bet t' get'em talkin', we jus' gotta keep the drinks flowin' an the mood goin' an' they'll open up like a book. They already here?
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The one I have pinned for second in command is here with a few others I've seen in surveillance. We can go over now, it never hurts to...inspire a little division.
[She slid off her stool with a grin. The only question left was whether she'd hustle them or hurt their egos. She'd have to feel out the dynamic of the group before she decided.]
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Divide and conquer and work our way down, I'll keep an eye for the signal, love. [ Doyle replied, the shot glass set down a bit hard. A force of habit, if anything. He looked back to her, mirroring her grin for only a moment before he was all business. By all business, it meant he made his way over. Taking up a cue as he watched the game, a moment.
This is where he shines, chat up one of the guys on the side watching and making a comment now and then about them needing real challenge. It was a dangerous game to play sometimes, but this was how he made his living, even when not helping gather intel.
Work his way in and lower guards. He'd not get to play the game right away, of course, not with one in the works. But enough people in the bar knew him, that no one raised a brow at him trying to weasel in on the game. ]
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As she angled her way closer to the game at hand, she caught the eye of the man she'd pegged for second in command and deliberately let her eyes slide past him so she could smile at the guy that had obviously been trying to improve his own position by being useful.
It was a balancing act, but she walked the wire deftly, and as the game wound down, she could see the second bristling from the perceived slight to his ego as she ignored him for the other man.]
You know, I haven't played pool in a long time. [The remark was made innocently enough as she pulled a money clip out from her bra strap and flipped through the bills, seemingly oblivious to any eyes on her as she thumbed her way through the twenties and fifties.] How much is it to buy in?
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Doyle didn't go right for the second in command. He always started with the ones close but easily ignored. The goons always knew more than they let on, and often had loose lips when it came to being competitive. The two pool tables were being taken up by the same crew. ]
We start at 100. [ The man she had smiled at spoke, Natasha's money would get her in on the second in commands game. While that poor guy was probably getting himself in danger. Doyle getting in on the second game with the silver cross around his neck, after one of the other crew members looked it over when he took it off. It wasn't high value, but he'd not lose it either.
The balls set, as the first shot was lined up. The second table was a game of four people. Doyle playing it low-key, and purposely scoring bad to start. He had a strategy, which required him to lose a little to get their guards down, before he'd ask about work. He was around the down and outs enough to not be questioned about it. ]
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The men at Doyle's table chatted and gossiped, all but eye rolling as the men at Natasha's table postured. And then, inevitably, the bragging started. Guns, money, drugs, women. The big takeover of a rival club that would doubtlessly get a lot of people hurt. Including bystanders. She was almost starting to think that she might be able to shoot off a text and have the parking lot filled with enough black vans to arrest them all without a single tip of the hat. Like it might actually be easy peasy for once.
And then the second in command slapped her ass. Which made it crystal clear - no, he hadn't contacted her through the underground network she kept a finger on in a misguided attempt to bag a Black Widow to run guns for him. He thought he was going to bag a Black Widow.
Her reaction was so quick it was almost unthinking. She grabbed the offending hand and twisted his arm up and behind him at an uncomfortable angle as she kicked his knee out. Her pool cue was still held casually in one hand as she wrenched his arm further up to keep him on his knees.
The tension in the bar was crystalline.] You fellas really didn't do your research, huh?
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So far, it was looking like the night might go that way, as the men at his table started gossiping and bragging. Doyle soaking it in, but making a point to commit the club name and plan to memory. He couldn't stand the idea of innocents being hurt. That would not do.
The second's yelp the sound of the man going down when she kicked his knee out. Doyle stayed standing with the degenerates, not sure now was the time to out himself in a bar full of lowlifes like he thought of himself as.
The tension was thick, but the one she'd smiled at first, well, he knew his future in the crew was over if he didn't defend his bosses honor. Going for a wild, and bad swing on the Black Widow, he was not versed in what she could do. ]
Woah! Woah! [ The brogue cut through the tension. ] Gonna hit a lass like that? The fuck's wrong with you?
[ A few of the guys who knew Doyle as well as anyone could from the card game got up and started moving over. He owed most of them money, but hearing a woman was involved was enough to get their attention. Everything hinged on the next few moments. Either the two were about to get destroyed by Natasha, or a bar fight was going to break out. Either way, while everyone was distracted, Doyle slipped his silver cross back into his back pocket without being noticed. ] Can you believe these fellas?
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The people that gathered around Doyle seemed to be muttering in agreement, but she could see the wounded pride smarting all over the man. There was no way he'd be able to let go of the fact that she'd brought him to his knees in front of the ranged members of his crew. And there was really nothing she could do about it either way other than not move until he decided if he'd make is move right then or if he'd wait.
His mouth half opened like he was going to say something as he stared at her and then finally let out a sigh, grumbling that he was going to get a drink as he grabbed the ante money from the table and marched himself across the bar.
Natasha caught Doyle's eyes for a moment and inclined her head toward the man just as someone else asked her how she'd learned a move like that. Her smile was guileless.] I went to a rough school.
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[ Doyle was always a talkative one, it's when he's too quiet that there's an issue. Those that knew him shook their heads collectively. The crowd dispersing back to their collective games as the Irishman half leaned on his pool cue.
Catching her eye, he didn't make a motion that he understood, but he did. Holding the cue back to one of the others, he shrugged. ]
Mood's gone, I'm gonna call it.
[ Hands shoved in his pocket, no one seemed to notice the silver cross gone, nope.
He turned to head towards the bar. Catching the bartenders eye. The man knew Doyle was working with someone, but he couldn't peg if it was the woman or the gang. ]
Get me a brew, yeah?
[ He looked over to the second in command only once the beer was before him. ] You alright, man?
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Across the bar, the guy Doyle had followed let out an annoyed grunt in lieu of an answer. And then after a pause jerked his thumb back in the general direction of the game.] You know who that is?
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Doyle at the bar looked back, his eyes landing on Natasha first, then the men around the game. ] The lass, or the fella you were playin' with? Either way, it's the same. Never seen'em before tonight, tried to flirt with the lass a little earlier, but she wasn't fallin' for me ample charms. [ He chuckled at his own joke.]
I'm just here lookin' to make some cash. Rent an' all, you understand. One o' the guys said you might need a hand with somethin' big.
[ It wasn't a full lie either, this was how he made his living, hustling games like these. Aside from their talk at the bar, no one he knew had seen him around her. ] Why?
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The man with Doyle took a swig of his drink and made a disgruntled sound before he briefly mentioned that Natasha was one of the Black Widow assassins, and then asked what kind of work he'd be willing to do.]
Sorry for the wait!
Doyle on the other hand arched a brow, a shocked look crossing his features. ] Probably best she turned me down, eh? [ Doyle was a man about his humor, it was one of his best defences. Kept people from getting too close, and kept him from being beat up a lot more than he probably should have been for his debts.
He let the man know he was willing to do anything, he was skilled in a few different ways that often helped get him into this sketchy kind of work, hot wiring, breaking and entering, the basic trouble package. Peeling the label from his beer, he asked how much the job would pay, clearly sounding willing. It seemed smart enough to him. He planned to head out the door as soon as a price and if he was in on the job or not was chosen. Then he'd text Natasha to meet him at the alley on 12th and Ponce. He knew it would be far enough for no one to tail him.
As long as none of his debters were in the bar anyway. Which, luckily they were not.]
No worries, the last few days have gotten away from me too!
When she arrived at the alley, there was an amused look on her face.] That was like a game of 'who has the biggest ego.' Did you find out anything interesting?
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The Irishman was always full of nervous energy, and he had to keep himself busy more than he cared to admit.
Looking up when she entered the alleyway, a playful grin in place. ] Well, that's more or less accurate, ain't it? I did, I know it's gonna be a 10-man crew, and yours truly is expected t' get a text message a few hours 'fore the meet up. It's gonna be on Friday, after dark. He told me to keep my Friday evenin' open. Which, for me, that's money, love, he's apparently payin' more than a few c-notes for this.
[ He could ramble. ] O' course, I'll forward it to you when it arrives.
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Her arms folded loosely, there was a thoughtful expression on her face as she mulled over the options. She could go back into the bar and round up a portion of the group based on the information alone, but. She'd prefer to sweep up the whole operation at once. Which meant crashing their party on Friday night was a better option.]
Do you want to be part of the round up on Friday, or would you rather I just let you know how it goes?
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[ He'd take a scumbags money, but he cared more about stopping what was happening than actual payment. He'd make his rent somehow anyway. He was always two steps away from being homeless, he was used too it. He could live better, but he chose his lifestyle due to the secrets he was still hiding. ]
I'll be there Friday, jus' do me a favor. When you take everyone down, make sure y'make it look good so no one questions me. Just, don' break my nose, that's all I ask. Gotta keep my reputation if you're gonna need more info in the future. Can't be made by this, an all.
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[It was only fair. Favors went a long way, but there was really no substitute for being paid in full at the end of the day. She'd been there once or twice in her life.]
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[ He stopped shuffling.] Anythin' I need to know goin' int' this from your side, or your teams?
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[Unfortunately, it won't be the last. She gave him a thoughtful look as she mulled over his question.]
We don't come in with lethal means, so you'll only have to look out for that from behind. I'll make sure we shuffle everyone around for their sentences so they won't be able to tell that you got bagged and released. We can set you up in a safe house for a while if you want to sell it more than that.
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[ Nodding as she explained, looking a little uncertain at the idea of a safe house. Generally that meant given legal name and such, and as silly as it was, he hated the idea of anyone knowing his name beyond Doyle. That and its not like people trying to kill him was new. ] Nah, I'll be fine once you and your people set me lose. Not like theres any real ties t' get around. So, I guess I'll be textin' you soon.
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She gave a nod when he turned down the offer of the safe house.] Sounds good. Let me know if anything comes up in the meantime.
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