King of Hearts
Chapter 37 – Learn On The Radar.
Don Pitch Robotnik's POV, Robotnik compound, New York.
Everyone left me alone now for some reason. Was I suppose to sit here and figure this all out myself? I questioned as I looked through the folders Johan had left me despite his anger.
Going through all the businesses we owned, to all the rackets, the family men, the other Dons, everything was just so laid out and it wasn't like it was hard to learn, I just need to handle this one folder at a time.
Taking one at random, I opened it to find it to be the one on Don Morgue's family.
Gently laying it all out in front of me, I put the detailed reports to the right and the pictures in front of me. In proper order I would assume, was the photo of Don Morgue himself before me. A fat little fox by the looks of his face, but it wasn't my place to start making fun of anyone, and according to...Johan, He's not the man to make fun of.
"Ahhhh...?" Letting out a confused sigh, I made a look to his profile that was of course the first one in the small pile next to me.
Upon taking it into my lap, I began to read off some of the basics of him.
"Ricardo Morgue, male fox, fifty seven years old, five foot five inches tall, two hundred and thirty pounds. Guess that explains his pudgy face. I knew he was fat."
Getting a small chuckle out, I went on.
"Dark red fur with faint black strokes mixed in between. Hazel eyes, small scar under his right eye, a missing front tooth, has an addiction to smoking cigars and spends most of his time in his compound office and likes to enjoy the finest meals thanks to his world class personal chef Jackson Le Faire."
"Guess that explains why he's so fat." I stated to myself as I continued to chuckle some more.
"Has a masters in advanced construction archeology. A bachelors in criminal law and an associates degree in modern home repair."
His education made me wonder. How does someone this fat manage to work in construction? And by the looks he has in this photo he doesn't seem to be the type to be too smart for his own good. Maybe I'm wrong but I know for a fact the construction faze didn't last too long with him.
Putting aside my feelings and jokes I went on.
"Don Morgue current goal's are blanketed. His main force and business is made in Boston, but since Don Shadow Robotnik gave him a compound in Los Angeles; he is beginning to send over some resources to begin operations against Don Cora and Don Verno. Best guess for his next move would be that he's sticking to his usual game of wait and take. Chances are he will let Verno and Cora burn themselves out then move in to mop up. If everything goes well we may be facing another powerhouse family like Don Soul.
As the page neared it's end, I read off Johan's quoted words.
"We should stick to New York and only New York. Our business is to stay alive, and interfering with others like Morgue and Cora would be just like pointing a gun to our heads and saying pull the trigger. It is suicide to give chase. Stick with our business and stay strong at home."
Noting the advice he left behind, I put the paper aside and moved on to the next photo to rest my eyes on a younger, and much taller looking fox. He was standing straight with a blank smile as I looked for the matching profile. Upon getting it before my eyes I read.
"Gamier Fores, male fox, thirty two years old, six foot two inches, one hundred and eighty nine pounds, light yellow fur with a hint of white on his back and chest. Currently he is the Consigliere for the Morgue family and is a former U.S county state Representative for the state of Ohio. Has a doctoral degree in criminal law and has been with the family since 1996 when his term in office was over. Now is in charge of all political operations and in command of finances for the family. Spends most time alongside Don Morgue providing any and all advice that all Consiglieres tend to try and offer to their Don."
Taking another look at the man, I slowly put him down and went on to the next behind him.
Carefully bringing my eyes to the photo, I stared directly into a blackened wolf. His eyes were pure red and his smile made me quiver. Something about him made me grow cold. I don't know if it was his direct appearance or if it was the smile. He reminded me of that Hash guy. Gave me goosebumps just looking at him.
Looking for his file, I found their to be only a short description.
"Goes by the name Shax. No one knows his last name due to his lack of public appearances. From what we know of him, Shax is a physically built male wolf, weighing in at six foot, one hundred and seventy five pounds. Has a dark black coat of fur and blood red eyes. His age is unknown, but from sights people have seen of him, he appears to be in his mid twenties."
As my eyes went on to the next sentence it was becoming apparent to me that this guy was somewhat of a ghost. How can he be an Underboss and no one sees him? I wondered as I read on.
"Next to Hash of the Soul family, Shax is by far the most dangerous man in the business. No one has ever seen him beside Don Morgue himself. But from reports of his family affairs, it appears he uses him just as Don Soul uses Hash. His main line of work is to kill targets of importance and he is a brutal ace card in the family deck. It is said Don Morgue rarely has need of him and currently Shax is in hiding away from his fellow family. When asked of his behavior and location Don Morgue had this to say."
My eyes went down to the quoted response and read slowly.
"Shax is nothing more then a means to an end of any problem. He is indeed a darker presence in my family, but I see no need to question the man. He does what he is paid to do and so long as he gets the job done I let him do what he does best. And before you ask, I have no clue what that is other then murder. I rarely ask him to meet with me and after his work is concluded I let him be. Shax may be a strange man, but as an Underboss he is what everyone should fear. A killer."
The page ended after that as I heard a knock on my door.
Gently putting the paper aside, I focused on the photo as Damien made his way in to see me in full attention to the dark man.
As he stopped in front of my desk I asked.
"Do you know this guy?"
Taking the photo and giving it just as much of a look as me he replied.
"Yeah. He's a psycho in my opinion."
"Really?" I questioned as he put it down to reply.
"No one ever has seen him in person other then the men and women he is sent to kill for Don Morgue. Besides that, I know just as much as everyone else. He's lost in the dark and only comes out to do what he's best at, kill anyone and everyone."
Looking into my uncle's eyes, I stared as he went on.
"Some people assume he's the opposite of Hash, but in reality both of them are monsters ether way you place them. If you had to choose who was the better lunatic it would be quite a bloody contest. Men like them should have stayed in hell."
Damien went silent as I brought the photo back to me.
As I went to look back at it Damien said.
"The guy you placed to track down Reaver reported in a few minutes ago."
"What he say?" I wondered, while regaining my focus on the current situation ahead of me.
Looking to my eyes Damien replied.
"Reaver's at a bar by himself."
"How long will he be there?" I asked in concern as Damien replied.
"We watched him yesterday and according to what I was told; he spends about an hour and a half till he goes back to the compound."
Quickly getting an idea I replied to him.
"We can't wait till tomorrow when he attacks the port. We have to do something about him now."
Nodding, Damien then asked.
"Do you have an idea."
Nodding back, I replied with still thought.
"Go get Lace. I have a plan."
Quickly making his way out my office door, he soon came back with Lace who asked.
"What's the plan kid?"
Damien took a stand next to her side as she got seated in front of me.
"How long do we have till he leaves the bar?" I asked Damien as he looked to his watch to reply.
"A little over and hour now."
Nodding, I looked back to Lace to say.
"I need you go there and get his attention. If he's had a few drinks I bet he'll look to you for sure."
"So I guess I need to change." Stated Lace with a small chuckle as Damien continued to listen to my plan.
"If you can act the part, I can see him skipping work to spend some time with you."
"That's when I whack him?" Wondered Lace to be sure as I nodded.
"If he's drunk when you make the move he shouldn't stand a chance."
"Drunk or not I can handle most men kid. He shouldn't be a problem."
"I'm counting on you Lace." I stated as she slowly smiled and got up to say.
"When I come back you owe me a drink."
Smiling I replied.
"I'm underage."
Giving me a chuckle, I watched as she began to leave, but before she could exit Damien ordered.
"Make sure you handle the body Lace!"
Nodding Lace replied.
"Got it covered!"
As she exited with the least bit of worry, I looked to my uncle to ask.
"You think this will work?"
Looking back to me he questioned.
"Do you?"
Gently nodding I replied.
"I think so."
Giving me a soft smile Damien then replied.
"Then have faith Pitch."
"I just worry about her getting hurt." I stated as he began to nod.
Looking to my lap, I continued to listen as he tried to reassure me.
"It's a risk everyone has to take, and when you sign on to this kind of work your bound to it. Lace knows what she's doing. Just let her do her job and you go back to yours here."
Slowly nodding my head, I looked back to my uncle as he began to make his way out.
"Do you need anything else while I'm here?" He wondered as I shook my head.
"No I'm fine. I think at least. I'll find you if I do though."
Giving me a smile Damien replied kindly.
"Yes Don Robotnik sir."
Feeling some warmth in my heart from that, I listened to the door as it shut tight behind him.
After some deep thoughts of Lace and myself, I went back to focusing on my desk. My eyes locked tight on the still photo of Shax and I stared through the shivers he gave me as everything else just went black.
Another chapter done. Leave a love and a hug and let me know what you think. Thank you all for reading once more. Love you all.
mT Shadow.