Number 4: Harvey Volodarski

Do not ask me to spell out his middle name because I won't. Also I'm back to this.

Disclaimer: I do not own No More Heroes nor do I make a profit out of this.

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"Welcome one, welcome all to Harvey's magic freak show, where you will be bewildered and amazed, possibly disgusted. But not to disgusted otherwise I wouldn't be doing a good business, nyet?"

Sonny Gambino was having a brilliant streak of luck. First no-one had found out about him being a snitch, the extra money from being on police payroll really helped him ease through the difficult financial climate, and now he'd been part of the select few the Don had invited to a show.

It was an impressive one at that, this Russian magician sure did know his stuff, whenever it looked as though he'd killed one of his female assistants they'd always spring back to life.

"For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer. Hmm," the magician said, his eyes scanning the organised crime syndicate audience "how about you, don't be shy." He said, pointing at Sonny Gambino.

"Hey… I'm a bit nervous in here." Sonny said as he was placed inside a steel box as Harvey Volodarski's assistants sealed him inside.

"Do not worry, stage fright happens to the best of us." The magician said, trying to comfort the snitch. "1…2…3!" He shouted as the box seemed to house an explosion, smoke seeping out of the corners. When it was opened however Sonny Gambino dropped onto the floor, his right arm completely detached and his skull split.

"Well at least that thing works as a rat trap!" one of the audience members shouted to the laughs of the rest, for them it was one less problem. For Harvey, it was one more pay check.

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"An interesting technique there, there's more to you than meets the eye." Sylvia said, walking towards Harvey not long after the little "show"

"Another contract perhaps at a later date?" he said, not turning towards her. He assumed it was one of the mafia girls "hmm, I didn't recognise you in the audience. How did you know I'd be here?" he inquired, when he finally turned around, letting his eyes run all over her.

"I asked your agent, he said you were at a private party and it was just child's play after that."

"Modest aren't you?"

"Perhaps we can talk business somewhere else."

"But of course."

"I represent an organization of assassins, we control all the rankings systems around the world. I was sent here to report that you have reached number 4, and we are giving you a chance to make it official."

"Sounds interesting, what's the catch?"

"Only that you may have to participate in ranked fights to move up a rank. It's very tough at the top. The best assassin's in the world are sometimes pitted against each other."

"Hmm, why not? It sounds like it could be fascinating."

"Sign here, and make sure you produce the $50 thousand sign up fee."

"That is a lot of money…" Harvey pulled away, perhaps she was a little too direct about asking for the cash.

"We could work out a payment plan?" Sylvia offered.

"Would making this official help me get anymore work? Just asking."

"If you make it official now you can put it on your resume with confidence that there is no way that some young punk could slip by you. That will help with your notoriety."

"Then I'll make my money back, and more."

"Precisely."

"Then if you would be so kind as to hand me a pen?"

Hook, line and sinker. Sylvia thought as she watched Harvey sign the dotted line, she was running out of numbers now, she already had a number 3 planned out but who would be numbers 2 and 1?

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Probably going to skip number 3 because I can't really think of anything for Speed Buster. Bad Girl on the other hand…