A/N: Weee, thanks for my reviews, kids! I think my chapters are getting a
bit longer in length as things begin to pick up more. The next few should
be considerably longer than the last few. I'm really hoping those who
haven't seen the Godfather can still understand this, and those who have
are pleased! Now for just a few quick SOs!
Fionn Mar: Whoa. . . you like it. Haha, yay! This pleases me greatly! =D
Angelfish: Huzzah! I'm glad to hear you're liking it! I'm working on writing more! And as for Jack. . . you'll see!
IV.
"Jack's awl taken care of. 'E's healin' fine. Thank God da Jacobs chipped in fer dat doctah. Kloppman's lettin' 'im stay free until 'e can sell again too," Specs said calmly. "Poah Itey's beatin' 'isself up ovah da whole thing. He says it's 'is fault."
"It ain't Itey's fault," Race said.
"I know it ain't. I told 'im dat, but he still feels horrible."
"Dough if someone else was deah, 'e might not 'a dropped da gun, er 'e woulda gotten da guys," he closed his menu and put it down on the table. Dave sat back against the wall of the booth, not making so much as a peep.
"Heya boys," Rebecca said as she approached the table. Her hair had a bit of a frizz and she looked a combination of stressed and upset. She pulled a small pad of paper out of her apron pocket and flipped over a few pages, shaking slightly all the while. "What can I get ya?"
Each of the guys ordered their food in turn. As she turned to leave, Race held her arm and turned her around. "Bec, y'awlright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'se fine," she answered quickly with a weak smile and nod of her head. He let her arm free and she quickly disappeared into the kitchen.
"Somethin' ain't right deah," He said with a sigh and shifted in the booth. "So what're we gonna do 'bout Queens?" he asked quietly.
"Whaddaya mean?" Specs asked.
"We gotta send someone. Dey can't go ta Brooklyn, kill one 'a our guys, an' get away wit it."
"Whaddaya wanna do den?"
"We gotta send someone."
"Yeah? Is dat what we gotta do?" Race nodded. "Awlright, who're we gonna send? Itey? Ya saw what happened. I ain't so shoah we should jist go ovah deah an' start killin' everyone we want."
"Dave could go. Dave, ya wanna go?" Race asked, causing David to sit forward in the booth.
"Now wait jist a minute. Maybe Dave shouldn't be involved in dis too directly jist yet."
Race sat back and thought for a minute. "What 'bout Blink an' snoddy? Dey'd go."
"Hmm. . ." Specs considered the idea. "Dat might woik. Dey'd be able ta do it."
"So. . . we jsit need a plan now."
"I think I have one," Dave chimed in finally. Race and Specs turned their heads to him anxiously.
* * * * *
"So ya got it?" Race asked a final time.
"Yeah, we got it," Blink answered.
"Go do yer t'ing den," Race ordered and patted them both on the back. Blink and Snoddy nodded and took off in the direction of Queens.
* * * * *
"Hey Wheat, c'meah," Snoddy said quietly as Blink talked to a girl across the street. Wheat obeyed rather stealthily, getting the hint that Blink wasn't supposed to hear. "I got a bit of an idea."
"Yeah? Ya do? What's dat?" Wheat asked, only half interested. He took off his hat and fixed his straight red hair.
"I know how ya feel 'bout Manhattan," Wheat put his hat back on and straightened a bit so as not to be suspicious. "Well, I feel da same way. 'Bout some 'a da guys, anyway. Blink ovah deah," he nodded across the street. "I can't stand 'im. So, I've gotta bit of a plan."
"Go on."
"Blink's blind in one eye, but ya knew dat. Well, when I tell ya when, go up on da left side and get 'im wit yer switchblade. 'E ain't gonna see."
"Ooo, I kinda like dat idea. I nevah t'ought 'bout dat," Wheat said with growing excitement.
"I'll tell ya when, awlright?"
"Sounds good," Wheat said, having been made credulous by his excitement. His blue eyes seemed to flicker at the idea of a free Manhattan kill.
Their attention was turned to the street again as Blink was slapped across the face. The girl stormed off, and Blink came across the street. "Heya, boys," Blink said relatively cheerfully, considering how his conversation had just gone. "If ya'll excuse me, I gotta make a stop heah in da alley, if y'know what I mean." Blink smirked a little and went towards the back of the alley and faced the wall.
"Wheat, now! Follow 'im on da left!" Snoddy whispered urgently. He cleared his throat loudly. Wheat pulled out his switchblade and advanced Blink on the left. He went quickly and quietly. His feet made no sound on the ground. While Blink had his back turned, he eased out his own concealed weapon. Snoddy coughed lightly as Wheat got closer. Unexpectedly, Blink spun over his right shoulder and stabbed Wheat in the stomach. He thrust the knife in until he left his body limp and lifeless. He had Snoddy help him dump the body in the dumpster. They wiped their hands and the blade on a rag and left the alley casually to walk back home.
Fionn Mar: Whoa. . . you like it. Haha, yay! This pleases me greatly! =D
Angelfish: Huzzah! I'm glad to hear you're liking it! I'm working on writing more! And as for Jack. . . you'll see!
IV.
"Jack's awl taken care of. 'E's healin' fine. Thank God da Jacobs chipped in fer dat doctah. Kloppman's lettin' 'im stay free until 'e can sell again too," Specs said calmly. "Poah Itey's beatin' 'isself up ovah da whole thing. He says it's 'is fault."
"It ain't Itey's fault," Race said.
"I know it ain't. I told 'im dat, but he still feels horrible."
"Dough if someone else was deah, 'e might not 'a dropped da gun, er 'e woulda gotten da guys," he closed his menu and put it down on the table. Dave sat back against the wall of the booth, not making so much as a peep.
"Heya boys," Rebecca said as she approached the table. Her hair had a bit of a frizz and she looked a combination of stressed and upset. She pulled a small pad of paper out of her apron pocket and flipped over a few pages, shaking slightly all the while. "What can I get ya?"
Each of the guys ordered their food in turn. As she turned to leave, Race held her arm and turned her around. "Bec, y'awlright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'se fine," she answered quickly with a weak smile and nod of her head. He let her arm free and she quickly disappeared into the kitchen.
"Somethin' ain't right deah," He said with a sigh and shifted in the booth. "So what're we gonna do 'bout Queens?" he asked quietly.
"Whaddaya mean?" Specs asked.
"We gotta send someone. Dey can't go ta Brooklyn, kill one 'a our guys, an' get away wit it."
"Whaddaya wanna do den?"
"We gotta send someone."
"Yeah? Is dat what we gotta do?" Race nodded. "Awlright, who're we gonna send? Itey? Ya saw what happened. I ain't so shoah we should jist go ovah deah an' start killin' everyone we want."
"Dave could go. Dave, ya wanna go?" Race asked, causing David to sit forward in the booth.
"Now wait jist a minute. Maybe Dave shouldn't be involved in dis too directly jist yet."
Race sat back and thought for a minute. "What 'bout Blink an' snoddy? Dey'd go."
"Hmm. . ." Specs considered the idea. "Dat might woik. Dey'd be able ta do it."
"So. . . we jsit need a plan now."
"I think I have one," Dave chimed in finally. Race and Specs turned their heads to him anxiously.
* * * * *
"So ya got it?" Race asked a final time.
"Yeah, we got it," Blink answered.
"Go do yer t'ing den," Race ordered and patted them both on the back. Blink and Snoddy nodded and took off in the direction of Queens.
* * * * *
"Hey Wheat, c'meah," Snoddy said quietly as Blink talked to a girl across the street. Wheat obeyed rather stealthily, getting the hint that Blink wasn't supposed to hear. "I got a bit of an idea."
"Yeah? Ya do? What's dat?" Wheat asked, only half interested. He took off his hat and fixed his straight red hair.
"I know how ya feel 'bout Manhattan," Wheat put his hat back on and straightened a bit so as not to be suspicious. "Well, I feel da same way. 'Bout some 'a da guys, anyway. Blink ovah deah," he nodded across the street. "I can't stand 'im. So, I've gotta bit of a plan."
"Go on."
"Blink's blind in one eye, but ya knew dat. Well, when I tell ya when, go up on da left side and get 'im wit yer switchblade. 'E ain't gonna see."
"Ooo, I kinda like dat idea. I nevah t'ought 'bout dat," Wheat said with growing excitement.
"I'll tell ya when, awlright?"
"Sounds good," Wheat said, having been made credulous by his excitement. His blue eyes seemed to flicker at the idea of a free Manhattan kill.
Their attention was turned to the street again as Blink was slapped across the face. The girl stormed off, and Blink came across the street. "Heya, boys," Blink said relatively cheerfully, considering how his conversation had just gone. "If ya'll excuse me, I gotta make a stop heah in da alley, if y'know what I mean." Blink smirked a little and went towards the back of the alley and faced the wall.
"Wheat, now! Follow 'im on da left!" Snoddy whispered urgently. He cleared his throat loudly. Wheat pulled out his switchblade and advanced Blink on the left. He went quickly and quietly. His feet made no sound on the ground. While Blink had his back turned, he eased out his own concealed weapon. Snoddy coughed lightly as Wheat got closer. Unexpectedly, Blink spun over his right shoulder and stabbed Wheat in the stomach. He thrust the knife in until he left his body limp and lifeless. He had Snoddy help him dump the body in the dumpster. They wiped their hands and the blade on a rag and left the alley casually to walk back home.