The sound of a bell greeted us when we entered the restaurant. Giulio was right beside me, smiling incredibly content. That's when I realized that I had pulled him by his hand all the way here. He didn't seem to mind my rudeness, but I did and so quickly let go of his hand.
The restaurant was a bit damp and since it was surrounded by buildings on all sides, it was also unnaturally dark inside for midday time. There were no other customers around but us either. Well, I guess, the restaurant didn't exactly strike one as very inviting. I had at least expected a vendor at the counter nonetheless. No wonder the business went down the drain with such bad service around.
"Hello! Anyone home?" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
My sudden call must have alarmed someone else inside as I heard a loud bang in the back, probably the kitchen.
"Coming, coming! No need to shout!"
A man emerged from behind the door. The man wore a suit (I mean it). A black Armani suit of high quality with an apron above it. Can you imagine that? I pray I never have to look that ridiculous.
To cut it short the guy just screamed mafia. And apparently we did too.
"Shit!"
And with those wise words he vanished behind the door again. Doesn't look like I will get to eat that meal in the near future.
"Sick'em!"*
Simultaneously Giulio and I jumped over the counter and rushed through the door.
"Bang!"
That bullet smashed in dangerously near my head. Its situations like this that make me wonder if I am really lucky. Because normally one would want to avoid shootings altogether right? Well I wasn't anyone and a future mafia boss to boot, so I probably shouldn't complain. There was no reason to worry after all. I had Giulio, the one man army with me. Five shots is all the guy and his two companions managed before Giulio killed two and cut the arms and feet on the other immobilizing him.
"Are you alright, Signor Gian?"
He came over to check on me first thing after. Man the guy knows how to make someone feel special. He had killed the two who shot at me.
"Don't worry. I'm completely fine. Sorry I wasn't of much help."
"No, no. It is all thanks to you... that we found them... so fast.."
Oh, right. My damned luck. But couldn't I have had something to eat first?
"Well, yeah. It seems we found the station those arms were supposed to go to. Bernardo will be thrilled. But is it me or does it seem like they were packing up? And nearly done too?"
"Yes...It would seem.."
Giulio got cut off by Turner who lunged through the door with his gun pulled. He checked all directions before putting it away again.
"I apologize. I heard gunshots and rushed back. I hope all is well?"
"Yes...all is fine."
"We were just saying that we found their hideout, but it looks our work has only just begun. If they were planning to move quarters, it means they have another hideout like this somewhere in Daivan and probably more arms and men. This points to organized smuggling."
I filled him in. I wasn't wrong about the kitchen part. Its just that they were brewing different things here that food.
"Oh. That means we're in a load of shit." Turner commented, looking around.
"Yeah, exactly."
"But to have busted them unprepared like this... You being hungry allowed us to get them,Signor. You truly are one lucky dog."
Did I hear admiration in his words? I grinned at him.
"It was simply splendid...Signor Gian." Giulio joined the conversation.
At that my grin became even wider. Well, I guess I am lucky. I pulled my phone and dealt Bernardo's number. He picked up almost immediately.
"Yes? Gian?"
"Yeah, it's me. We just busted one of their hideouts so I thought you might want to come and check things out."
There was one looong pause at the other end of the line.
"WHAT!?"
Bernardo totally freaked. I started from the beginning and also told him our speculations. The speculations caused some worry, but all in all Bernardo was very pleased with our progress. Who wouldn't? Not even two hours passed and we already managed to bust one hideout and produce a theory to base our later investigation on.
Soon after Bernardo and his crew popped up and took matters in their own hands. And just like that we were dismissed. I will never say no to free holiday. Very satisfied with myself I started strolling down the street.
"Umm! Signor..Gian!"
I was pulled back by my sleeve.
"What's up Giulio? We're done for today right?"
Giulio looked really uncomfortable. Then like a ray of light breaking through the clouds, a smile played on his face.
"You..you haven't eaten yet, right?" He jubilated.
"Yeah."
"Then... would you.. allow me..to...acc..ompany you?" Stuttering again...
"Yeah." Oh, wow. I'm the epitome of eloquence here. Man, but I seriously felt like fog had settled over my thoughts. Or more like bat knocked me senseless. I could hardly find my way in my head, how could I speak coherently here?
I followed him to his car. And well... you may not believe that one. But I seriously slipped on a banana skin. True story. I wish someone would have filmed me, cause my fall was damn awesome. I should know.
Time slowed for a moment and I watched everything happen like some stander-by admiring my abrupt fall. My right leg flew about 50 degrees up in the air, while my left leg lost its hold and bend underneath me. I may have imagined it but I felt a sting. My arms flew through the air, circling around like a baby chick flapping its wings. Too bad I can't fly. To finish it of... I landed on my head. It hurt like bitch I tell you. I saw Giulio over me with a panicked expression on his pretty face. I wanted to reassure him and tried smiling. Thankfully everything turned black after.
*Sick'em! - Attack! - Its a dog command... Actually the name 'watchdog' and the dog part weren't supposed to get such a big role in my fic... but I find myself unable to resist the temptation 3 Bear with me, please... Whose who don't like the hints can just ignore them i guess or so, ne? I think Giulio as a dog would be suuuper cute though, hehe.
