Lackadaisy: The King's Daughter
Chapter 2: The Children of Destiny
One does not walk through life alone. In these times of neon lights and rum running, the roadhouses roar and so do the machine guns. It is nothing like this back in Germany. I fear something greater, and more monstrous is going to come alive in the future because of the war that just ended only a few years ago. If that time comes, no one will be safe
Until then, I have a spot of business down in Dallas to meet the one who will be my partner. In these times, there is still segregation and it saddens me. I never was much of a church going person, but I believe we are all the same matter what the differences are. I know King would be proud of me, even if it means some brains splattered on a sidewalk
As a Pinkerton, I do move around, but I am not above enjoying a drink. A beer is my drink of choice. What do you expect from a German? "Heard you quite a payday, sis" said a calm but smooth voice the silk on like a designer dress. I turned to see a beautiful American Bobtail. Fur as fine as Swiss chocolate, with sharp and bright brown eyes. This is her
"Why don't we take this somewhere else?"
"Where are you offering?" I asked
"You'll see" she said, looking back at me,
I wore my fur-lined coat instead of the thick mink coat for this meeting. She seems to a same sense of style as me. A burgundy coat with mink fur-lining on the inside with a matching flapper hat with a black feather arrangement. The spirits of our past will laugh as we are still up their old tricks. My handshake comes with a Sauer & Sohn Model 19.
This cat is the definition of beautiful and dangerous. She appeared to be straight out of an Oscar Micheaux production. She certainly has the looks for the big screen. One would not expect female Pinkertons. Then again, Kate Warne would be proud too. We walked to a local park outside of the speakeasy so we can get better acquainted with each other.
"You're good" she said with a vixen's smile, hers came with an FN 'Baby Browning' aimed at my heart as is my pistol in a friendly standoff of sorts, "so am I" I got a laugh out of that as we pulled back our spring-loaded sleeve pistols, "can you do the 'Foxtrot Shot'?" she asked, I smirked a grin and a wink. That little trick does work out on the dance floor.
"Freeman" I said to the Bobtail Cat,
"Schultz" she replied, I lightly smiled
"Jenni" I said introducing myself
"Maisie" she replied, I smiled her a friendly grin. I really like that name and her 'Evelyn Preer' styled hair, "it appears as soon as our bosses knew our names, they wanted us to work as a twosome" If my great-great grandfather could trust her ancestor, then I can trust her. I tailed her car back to the Pinkerton HQ in Dallas, "alright, let's see the goods,"
"Would a lady not have treated me to a drink first?" I jested, and I got a playful swat in the bum. I giggled a womanly chuckle "I had to cut a deal with my boss for my goods to be imported, they pay the import tax, but I have to pay for the ammunition out of my pockets" I added, I do feel like it is best Maisie knows the kind of lady she is working with.
"It's not cutting too much into your wallet or bank account, seeing some of the white collar bounties you collect" said Maisie, taking off her coat which has the two hidden vest pistols, and pulled out two Browning 1911 pistols, "Never leave home without the 'girls'," she smirked, "we also got us a 'Colt Monitor', the old 'Tommy Gun' just doesn't for me"
I shook my head, "Nor me" I replied
"Alright, let's see the imports" Maisie requested
"Model 6s? You stole 'em off the Germans"
"Guilty" I said with a light shrug. During the war, two German officers wanted to share me for a 'good time' in a hotel room. One shot from the Model 19, and I killed the other with a headshot from his friend's gun. Now their privately purchased pistols are mine, and have been for years now, "a work of my own, a sawed-off Walther Automatic Shotgun"
"And finally to your Colt Monitor, a very nice piece if I do say so myself, I present 'Bessie'," I said, lifting up a Bergmann MG-15 N.A light machine gun onto the table, I got a nod of approval and a smile from Maisie "I am thinking that whatever case we have assigned for us is not going to involve the 'Big Girls'," Maisie lightly shook her head in agreement.
"Might need the shotguns, but nothing outside of that" Maisie replied, pumping a Winchester 1897 'Trench Gun'. Hers is sawed-off too, "Ivy Pepper, Calvin McMurray, and Rocky Rickaby, we need them alive" Maisie smiled with a sigh, "Rocky...he's the only cat I know that will show up at a morgue with a bullet in his head and smile on his face" she jested
"I got an idea on how to catch them"
"I figured" said Maisie, "we'll need the cops"
"And a trap" I replied with a smile and a wink. It was back to St. Louis for the first phase in the plan. We stopped at the local police station, and showed the wanted posters for these three. The police were with us for this operation. They look tired of breaking barrels of illegal booze. These three are not the main focus, but will lead us to a bigger prize.