Meanwhile, down near the docks, in a pub called the Smoking Log, the Starks was celebrating. Sansa and Bran were seated in a corner booth and more than a dozen members were celebrating the fall of the House of Lannister. The death of Tywin hadn't been the only victory that night.
Around midnight, Arya had slipped a vial full of some chemical, supplied by Oberyn Martell, into Gregor Clegane's drink and walked away.
An hour before Tywin died, some of the guys had grabbed Roose Bolton and Walder Frey as they drove home, killed their guards, made them put on life jackets, shot them and thrown them into Blackwater Bay; they'd probably be found by midday. Roose didn't have any children – not since Robb had killed Ramsey for beating Sansa's friend Jeyne Poole. Walder, on the other hand, had many children by many different women, and he was the only thing holding them together. Even before the old man had been offed they had started quietly taking each other out. With any luck, Walder's death would set off an all-out war between the different branches of the family. It was no less than the treacherous bastards deserved.
Moments after Tywin had burned, a four-man team had broken into the Lannister main stash, stealing nearly two hundred kilos of smack and coke, then repeated the heist at the Bolton and Frey main stashes. One of the men had received a flesh wound to his upper arm, but he'd already been seen to and would be fine.
All in all, nineteen people had been killed, Tywin, his three guards, Clegane, Bolton and his driver, Frey and his guards, and nine guards at the three stash houses. It was probably the most violent night in the last two decades. Which was going to be a problem, but doing it slow and giving those who had lived through the first night a chance to go underground and tool up wasn't an option. The people in this room, plus a couple of people who were even now vialling up the take from the stash houses, were all they had. For now.
Sansa looked around the room, relieved that despite the general revelry there were several armed men at the doors, who seemed to be drinking nothing stronger than lemonade. Brynden Tully wouldn't let the guards drink coke; he said it made it too easy to hide alcohol. Sansa had asked him how he was supposed to stop his men drinking something clear. Her great-uncle had replied that real men didn't drink clear liquor.
Apparently, the men taking tequila shots with Arya at the bar weren't real men. Which probably explained why they were half-conscious. Arya had shown up at the house where Sansa was staying not long after Sansa had returned to Kings Landing. Their father had once described them as "as different as the sun and moon", but Sansa and Arya both liked to watch the shoebox apartment their mother had moved into once the City had confiscated Ned Stark's assets. Neither had actually gone in, Sansa because she wanted to conceal the fact that she was back in town and Arya because Tywin had put a five-figure price on her head, as retribution for the fact that Arya liked killing Lannisters. When you thought about it, the sisters weren't all that different.
For some reason, Sansa's thoughts turned to Shae. The woman was prickly, no doubt, but she was in it for herself, which had made it easy to get her to help take down Tywin Lannister. A hundred thousand dollars and a new name was a small price to pay. It was also a threat that Tywin hadn't seen coming, the look on his face when Brynden told Shae to leave, by name, had made that clear. Now she was gone, in a car bound for Lannisport and, hopefully, a better life than she'd had thus far.
All the other evidence from the night before was gone too, the clothes burned, the weapons dumped in the Blackwater along with the KLCW cruiser, the stolen car the crew had used to get to Tywin's house, and the burner phones that Sansa and Shae had used to communicate. Provided no one talked, even Tywin's cameras couldn't be used to convict them. There would be heat, with so many bodies that was inevitable. The important thing now was to move fast and make sure there were no more bodies than there had to be.
Sansa got up, signalling to the others that it was time to get down to business. Brynden, Larence and Jeyne Stark got up and headed for the manager's office/poker room at the back of the bar, dropping their phones on the bar, where Kyra quickly collected them and dropped them into a small box beneath the bar.
Sansa moved to grab the handlebars on Bran's wheelchair, but he spoke before she could actually make contact, "don't even think about it." Sansa looked at Meera, who simply rolled her eyes. Bran led the way through the crowd. And even though he wouldn't let her push him, Bran did consent to letting Sansa pass his cell phone, together with her own, to Kyra before they headed towards a store room in the back of the bar.
The Watch and the media had given her father's enterprise a number of names: the mob, the gang, the more charitable ones called it the Stark Organisation. To its members it had always been referred to as the Company.
When the quartet entered the room, Brynden immediately picked up a detector wand like the ones at the airports and ran it over Sansa and Bran, who couldn't resist commenting. "Sometimes I think you're too paranoid."
"The Whisperers have bugs the size of your pinky nail now."
"Yeah, the Whisperers. The cops on the other hand count themselves lucky to be using tape recorders."
"Paranoia preserves, boy."
Before the Company's chief enforcer and moneyman started actually fighting, Sansa cut in. "Boys we have work to do, you can measure them later." The two men nodded.
The five gathered around the poker table.
"Brynden, how's our man?"
"Just got a call from the doc, no major vessels were hit and they've sealed up the wound, barring infection, he'll be fine."
"Glad to hear it. Is his DNA in the system?"
"No, and he's going to lie low until he's all fixed up."
Good, you might as well start talking to the street dealers this afternoon."
"Will do."
"What do you think the other Lannisters will do?"
"Like we discussed, Kevan might be able to pull it together quickly, he was basically his brother's number two, but the kids, Tywin kept them away from the business."
"He never thought anyone but himself could do his job." Put in Jeyne. Her family, the Westerlings, had work for Tywin for a long time and had made their peace with him after Jeyne and Robb had run off together. She knew at least some of how Tywin thought.
"They could still do some damage." Sansa and Brynden would both have preferred to make a clean sweep, but there simply weren't enough Stark men to do that and they'd chosen to prioritise secrecy over completeness.
"I'll have some of the lads keep an eye on them. But we've brought ourselves some time at least."
"That we did. Larence, when can we expect our new product to come online?"
"This lot will be vialled up in a few days. The corner kids won't run out 'til then and it'll give them plenty of time to sell out what they have in stock."
"Multiple stash houses?"
"No, the house I've brought is big enough that I've set up a strong room, most of the gear will be kept in there and I'll have the only key.
Sansa nodded approvingly. "Bran, do you have a counting room organised?"
"There's a house just off the north highway that's already set up, but I want to have the street dealers meet collectors at different points rather than take them to that room. I also have some storage units set up, so once it's counted I can take them there, split it up so the cops can't get it all in one go."
"Sounds like a good plan." It was good to know those two had had those things in hand, Sansa had basically passed those jobs off to them while she focused on Tywin. She turned to Brynden. "Can we arrange that?"
"Shouldn't be a problem, we can do pick up and drop off at the same time or separately."
Sansa nodded. "For you Jeyne, I have a gift." Sansa walked over to the desk, and pulled out several folders, putting most of them down on the desk and taking one back to the table and passing it to Jeyne. "A way to bring your husband home."
Jeyne opened the folder, saw what was inside and smiled. "Thank you." Sansa just nodded.
"Well, we shouldn't sit here all day, we have something to celebrate after all." The five of them stood and walked back out into the main bar.
It was done, Sansa had cast the die. This morning they could celebrate, but after that there was still much to be done.
A/N: As some of you may notice, this story has changed categories from Game of Thrones to A Song of Ice and Fire. It just fitted better here. As always, please review.