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What you need to know: Deadpool has trailed Baldy back to the Mafia's headquarters after the transaction incident at the docks and has found entry through an air vent- Die Hard style.
Chapter 5
Leeds Fisheries, 6:05am
The Sun had barely risen and the Leeds employees were just arriving for their long 6-to-5 working day to find their Boss getting up, gradually from the blood soaked ground. "So it worked then, Boss," said a 16 yr old acne scarred employee. "Lets hope it did, only time will tell," Charles said pulling out the blood bags ($30 a piece ordered from Universal Studios) from his ruined pants. It was a great plan; Charles had to give it to the Mafia even if it did cause him and his business a lot of unwanted trouble. He had held up his end of the deal, he would have no more trouble with them wanting half of his profits and holding a stranglehold of the fisheries industry. Pulling his cell phone out of his back pocket, he dialled Kingpin's number speedily. It rang six times before there was an answer. ".yeah.whoisit?" a coarse, husky voice replied. ".um, yes it's me, Charles. at the Fisheries" " Ahh Charles, how's business these days?" There was a lot of commotion in the background like an unresolved argument. "It's.it's ok I suppose.the plan went off without any trouble." "That's very good Charles. Does that mean that Deadpool has swallowed the bait and has followed Louis to our headquarters" In the background the argument had turned into an all out brawl. "Well if they.' Charles was rudely interrupted. "HEY GUYS SHUTUP AND STOP FIGHTING WILL YA!! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A CALL HERE," Kingpin screamed. "Sorry 'bout that Chucky L, where were we?" "I saw both of them leave the docks after the intended conflict at the pier so I'm assuming they should be both at the headquarters at this present time" "Good, Good. Now if everything here goes to schedule there should be no more conflict between us. You get on with you're life, we get on with ours. Does that sound fair enough?" "Yep that's definitely fair enough," Charles croaked. Charles heard a click on the other side and their call had ended. It was back to business for Leeds Fisheries. No more trouble for them. He opened the gates for the relieved employees and they lumbered in. Shutting the gates, he felt sympathy for Deadpool who had fallen into this awful mess as he had been but it was all over for him hopefully. There was always hope.
Louis Carvallo hobbled into the headquarters, greeting Joe, Jimmy, Stevie and Tony who had gathered around a table in the smoky front room for their daily round of poker. "How did it go Louis? You look like hell!" Tony piped up. "I'm fine boys just had a scuffle with that guy Boss wanted. He followed me here as planned and should be in here any minute so be ready for any unexpected entries anywhere, alright?" "Yeah, you want on this game here?" "What the hell, deal me in!" Louis pulled up a chair and grabbed his hand of cards. A full house. He couldn't believe his luck.
What you need to know: Deadpool has trailed Baldy back to the Mafia's headquarters after the transaction incident at the docks and has found entry through an air vent- Die Hard style.
Chapter 5
Leeds Fisheries, 6:05am
The Sun had barely risen and the Leeds employees were just arriving for their long 6-to-5 working day to find their Boss getting up, gradually from the blood soaked ground. "So it worked then, Boss," said a 16 yr old acne scarred employee. "Lets hope it did, only time will tell," Charles said pulling out the blood bags ($30 a piece ordered from Universal Studios) from his ruined pants. It was a great plan; Charles had to give it to the Mafia even if it did cause him and his business a lot of unwanted trouble. He had held up his end of the deal, he would have no more trouble with them wanting half of his profits and holding a stranglehold of the fisheries industry. Pulling his cell phone out of his back pocket, he dialled Kingpin's number speedily. It rang six times before there was an answer. ".yeah.whoisit?" a coarse, husky voice replied. ".um, yes it's me, Charles. at the Fisheries" " Ahh Charles, how's business these days?" There was a lot of commotion in the background like an unresolved argument. "It's.it's ok I suppose.the plan went off without any trouble." "That's very good Charles. Does that mean that Deadpool has swallowed the bait and has followed Louis to our headquarters" In the background the argument had turned into an all out brawl. "Well if they.' Charles was rudely interrupted. "HEY GUYS SHUTUP AND STOP FIGHTING WILL YA!! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A CALL HERE," Kingpin screamed. "Sorry 'bout that Chucky L, where were we?" "I saw both of them leave the docks after the intended conflict at the pier so I'm assuming they should be both at the headquarters at this present time" "Good, Good. Now if everything here goes to schedule there should be no more conflict between us. You get on with you're life, we get on with ours. Does that sound fair enough?" "Yep that's definitely fair enough," Charles croaked. Charles heard a click on the other side and their call had ended. It was back to business for Leeds Fisheries. No more trouble for them. He opened the gates for the relieved employees and they lumbered in. Shutting the gates, he felt sympathy for Deadpool who had fallen into this awful mess as he had been but it was all over for him hopefully. There was always hope.
Louis Carvallo hobbled into the headquarters, greeting Joe, Jimmy, Stevie and Tony who had gathered around a table in the smoky front room for their daily round of poker. "How did it go Louis? You look like hell!" Tony piped up. "I'm fine boys just had a scuffle with that guy Boss wanted. He followed me here as planned and should be in here any minute so be ready for any unexpected entries anywhere, alright?" "Yeah, you want on this game here?" "What the hell, deal me in!" Louis pulled up a chair and grabbed his hand of cards. A full house. He couldn't believe his luck.