Two figures walked along the unusually empty Chicago streets. The taller of the two tapped the other on the shoulder, and pointed to a man that was on the opposite side of the street. The shorter nodded and followed the other across the street. They tailed the man for a little while, the poor bloke didn't suspect a thing. When they neared an alley, the two quickened their pace until they flanked the man. "What the hell? Who-?" he stopped talking when he realized who they were.

The tall man grinned. "Hello, Stool-Pigeon. Fine evening, isn't it?" he asked.

The man stuttered. "I-I didn't tell no Copper! Honest!" the man exclaimed. The man started to sob and shudder, then start blubbering about how he didn't do anything. The short one sighed in annoyance and grabbed a handgun out of his overcoat and jammed it into the man's back. "Start movin' and dry out. You're givin' me a headache." he growled and cocked the gun for emphasis. The man nodded and started to walk, the two men walking along side him.

"Please don't kill me." the man blubbered.

"Shut. Up." the shorter hissed and shoved the gun further into the man's back.

The man looked toward the tall man. "Please Askeladd, I didn't do nuthin'!" the man sobbed and shook violently.

Askeladd tsked and shrugged. "I don't believe 'ya Bernie. The Copper 'ya told works for me. He told me everything." He nodded to the short man, who then told Barnie to get moving into the alley. He nodded and walked into the dark alley, with the short man's gun digging into his back. Askeladd nodded to the short man again, then he nodded back. The short man then pushed Barnie to the ground and aimed the gun at his head.

"Any last words, Barnie?" Askeladd asked and crossed his arms. Barnie started to look around and say 'no' over and over again. The shorter man then pulled the trigger, Barnie's head snapped back and landed on the pavement, blood pooling out of it. The short man slipped the gun back in his overcoat and started to walk away quickly. Askeladd just stood there in shock, then followed the man. "Thorfinn!" he hissed when they were well away from the crime scene. "He didn't say anything!"

Thorfinn snorted. "Yeah he did. He said no."

AN:

Ayy new story! I've been sitting on this one for awhile. Sorry for the short intro and stuff though. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I'm done updating my other stories haha.

Slang:

Stool-Pigeon: A person who informs the police

Copper: the police

Dry out: Shut up

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