Episode Three
Risky Business
Rally and May stepped into their house from the garage entrance after a long day at the shop. Rally threw her trench coat up on the coat hanger and headed into the kitchen. May leaned against the wall and took off her high heel shoes.
"Uh, my feet are killing me!" May exclaimed.
"Then why did you wear those stupid shoes?" Rally asked from the kitchen.
"Pain is beauty, my friend." May slipped into her childish fuzzy pink slippers. "Hey, Ral?"
"Yeah?"
"What's for dinner?"
"That's a question you don't need to ask yourself." Rally walked back into the room. "I just ordered pizza from Dominos."
"UH..." May moaned. "I think I'm gonna hurl! I'm sick of eating pizza! Rally! Please, can't we have something else?"
"A promise is a promise." Rally smirked.
May moaned again as she walked into the living room. She jumped over the back of the couch, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the television. Rally entered the living room from the other side and looked at May and the television.
"Awe, crap! It's Wednesday, isn't it?" Rally said sourly.
"Uh, huh!" May smiled. "Friends is on tonight!"
"I hate that show!" Rally spat. "It's so dumb!"
"Then go do something else," May said.
"I suppose I could finish polishing my Beretta." Rally walked out of the room and headed upstairs.
"Come on! Tell her you love her! You know you want to!" May hollered at the television, almost in tears.
Rally shook her head and looked back to her new gun. It was a Beretta Model 92, a kind used by the US Military. While it wasn't one of her favorites, she still had a special place in her heart for this trusty and faithful gun.
The doorbell rang.
"Ral, you get it. I can't miss this next part!"
Rally sighed, and she put her gun down. She stood up, wiped her hands on a towel, and headed over to the door. She grabbed the door. "Hello."
"Hello, ma'am. Here's your pizza. Two large pizza with pepperoni and extra cheese. That'll be $25 even."
Rally grabbed the money jar that she and May left near the door; they ordered out very often. She paid the pizza boy the $25 but dug around in the jar some more. "May!"
"What!"
"Bring your purse and get over here!"
"Uh, Rally! This is the best part!"
Rally looked at the pizza boy. "Sorry, I'll get your tip in a minute."
"That's no problem." The blonde haired pizza boy smiled. "So, you like pizza?"
"Uh, yeah..." Rally said awkwardly.
"You know, I go to UIC."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I'm around the neighborhood a lot."
"Oh, that's nice." Rally apathetically said.
May stood with her purse and smiling. "Hi, Rally. Having a nice conversation?"
Rally shot a dirty look at May. "May, just give the pizza boy his tip, okay?"
"It's Jaime, Jaime Knight," The pizza boy spoke up.
"Alright then, give Jaime his tip then." Rally glared at May.
May dug around in her purse. "I don't got any cash, Ral." May laid her purse down next to the money jar. "I know! How about for a tip, you go out on a date with Jaime, Ral? That'd be more than fair."
Jaime stood up straight. "Well, I..."
Rally slammed the door quickly. "No, May! No more dates!"
"Rally! He was cute! And probably just your age too!"
"May, what did I say?" Rally barked.
"I understand." May looked to the ground.
"Thank you."
"I understand that you're in love with Harry instead!" May grabbed the pizza box and ran away as fast as she could.
"Why you little..." Rally chased after her. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Becky, as usual, let herself into Rally and May's house. She walked into the living room to see Rally and Becky watching television and eating pizza. "I knew I should have ate before I came. I knew there'd be nothing besides pizza or Chinese food."
"Nobody's asking you to eat it." Rally grabbed another slice.
Becky sighed and sat down. She reached down and grabbed a slice. "What are you watching?"
"Friends," May said.
"Alright!" Becky leaned forward towards the television.
"You're just in time for the second episode."
"Get a life." Rally rolled her eyes.
"You're one to talk!" May exclaimed. "Guess what Becky? The pizza boy was hitting on her, and she stood there doing nothing!"
"Ooooo...the pizza boy?" Becky said. "Who's he?"
"Hey! First of all, I barely even knew who Jaime was! Sec..."
"Hey, you remembered his name! You must like him!"
"Geeze, May! It just happened fifteen minutes ago! It's not like I have amnesia or something!"
"You like him!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!" "Do not!"
"Do too!"
Becky covered her ears. "HEY GUYS!"
"WHAT!" Rally and May screamed and looked over at Becky.
Becky uncovered her ears. "I got more information on the case."
"What!" Rally and May exclaimed. Rally directed her full attention on Becky as did May. "Tell us!"
Becky smirked. "Well, I have the police report and notes on the interview with Michael De Luca before he committed suicide."
"Tell me," Rally said.
"Well, Michael De Luca confessed to the crime. His other four partners were Leo Bianchi, Fred Gallo, Bartolomeo Romano, and Dario Pirandello. They too are also Italians. These five are also linked to a Mafia sub-division called the Capones. Now checking out the my street resources, the Capones run a gambling, bootlegging, prostitution, and loan shark business. They call it The Shack."
"Where at?"
"742 Wallaby Way."
"Hmmm..." Rally looked up at the clock. "It's only six. I'm going there...tonight."
"YOU'RE WHAT?" Becky and May asked.
Rally got up off the couch. "I gonna change my clothes then I'm going to that place tonight."
"Why?" Becky asked.
"Somebody's gotta get to the bottom of this!"
"It's showtime!" May laughed. "I'll get my bombs."
"NO!" Rally hollered. "This is an undercover operation. Something you don't know the meaning of, obviously!"
"Rally! Come on!"
"No." Rally ran upstairs.
Rally parked the Cobra, and she shut the lights off. The three of them sat in the dark for a few minutes before moving.
"This is it?" Rally asked. She looked at the dark shack in the distance.
"Yeah, 742 Wallaby Way." Becky answered.
"I wanna come too!" May exclaimed, tied up in the back seat.
"No! You're saying in the car."
"Rally! Come on! I can help!"
Rally opened the door. "You'll only get us into trouble!" She stepped out of the car into the street light. "Looks like I found a practical use for the dress you brought me, May." Her midnight-blue dress shimmered in the street lamp light. Rally bent over and pulled her leg holster off. She handed the gun to Becky.
"What are you doing?" Becky asked. "You're going in there unarmed?"
"It'll be for the best." Rally walked away from the car.
May freed one of her arms and threw her purse at Rally. Rally felt the purse smack her in the back. "Ouch! May!" She picked up the purse and carried it with her. "You jerk, Rally! I'm never talking to you again! EVER!" "Fine by me!" Rally shook her head and headed up to the small shack. It looked like an abandoned ice cream store at one time. She circled around the building until she found a loose door in the back. She opened in and stepped into the shut-up building. She walked around, weaving around the junk and clutter, towards the back. She walked into the former kitchen and found light. "Bingo." She said to herself as she found a door leading underground. Opening the door, she walked down the cement steps. She came to the end of the steps and walked down a hallway. There, two men stood at the entrance of a lit room. "Who are you?" One of the men asked, clearly in an Italian accent. "Uh..." Rally bit her lip. "Think...Rally...think! What's an Italian name? Think!" Rally thought in her mind. "It's Maria..." "Maria...eh...? Which one?" "Uh..." Rally stuttered. "You better figure it out, Missy, or you're getting trouble!" "Hey, you idiots! Leave this girly alone." A man in a white suit walked up and slapped the two guards over the heads. "You don't talk to beautiful women like that! Now get going, you morons!" The man in the white suit smirked and extended his arm. "What's your name, doll face?" He was clearly Italian himself considering his heavy accent. "Oh, it's...uh...Morgan..." Rally smiled. She took the man's arm and let him guide her into the lit room. "Morgan, eh? And what's a gorgeous girl like you doing here?" "Just looking for some excitement." Rally smiled and glanced around the room. Most men were gambling, and smoking cigars in the room. A heavy cloud of smoke settled just above their heads. Awkwardly dressed females, almost looking like they were from the 1920's, clung to the men who were gambling. Rally's eyes, however, locked at a man in the corner. He sat cloaked in black just sitting there not moving at all. "Excitement? You've come to the right place." The man in the white suit guided Rally down to sit on a red couch. "So what's your name?" Rally smiled. The man smiled back. "Tony. Tony Antenelli." He slid his arm around Rally's shoulders. "You thought about working here, doll face?" "Working here?" "Yeah, you know, as a..." Tony smiled... "Well, you know..." "Oh." Rally's eyes popped open. "I never thought of it." "Well, you should..." Tony scooted close to Rally, leaning in for a kiss. Rally leaned back. "Uh...I..." "Hey, Tony." Another man in a black suit walked up.
Tony turned from Rally. "What!" He hissed. "Oh, what do you want?"
"Business." He sat down.
Tony turned back to Rally. "Just a sec, doll face. I gotta talk some business."
"Did you hear about Vanzetti?"
Rally sharply turned her head to the right. She saw a group of men playing cards and talking. She watched and listened in.
"No, what happened?"
"That little weasel Vanzetti was shot up by De Luca and his gang."
"What for?"
"Turns out he owed a hefty loan to Michelo Chariot."
"Geeze, that's one guy I'd never wanna mess with."
"That's for sure."
"Hey, doll face!" Tony tapped Rally shoulder.
Rally turned around. "Yes?"
"Where were we?" Tony wrapped both of his arms around Rally's waist and leaned in closer to her.
"Uh...I really don't...
As Tony leaned in closer, the purse Rally carried was sandwiched in- between them. Then suddenly, something inside clicked. Tony sat up straight mortally terrified. "SHE'S BUGGED!"
Everyone in the room looked over at Rally. Tony grabbed the purse and opened it. Sure enough, there was a cassette recorder in the purse.
"MAY!" Rally screamed in her head. She smiled nervously on the outside however. She then took a swing at Tony and landed a punch in the cheek.
"GET HER!" Every man in the room ran towards Rally. Rally jumped up and started punching and elbowing her attackers one by one. At first, she did rather well defending herself until five men ganged up on her. The one who came behind her grabbed her wounded arm and squeezed it.
Pain surged up through Rally's arm, and she screamed. She then received a knee in the stomach, which caused her to fall to the ground. She tired to catch her breath, but she just couldn't. Suddenly, everything turned black.
The man cloaked in black jumped out of the corner and grabbed a broomstick. Her smacked the men gang-beating Rally over the head. Displaying his martial arts skills, he kicked one man in the face then smacked the two others with the stick. He hit his next target in the stomach then swung the stick into another man's face. Soon enough, all the men were down and wounded. He threw the stick to the ground and picked up Rally. Once he heard police sirens, he ran out of the building.
"Where is she?" Becky asked. "I don't understand! I called the police thinking that they could help her!"
May weaved through the police officers guiding Becky along with her. "Rally! Where are you! Rally! Rally!"
"Hey, look! There's Roy! Let's ask him!" Becky said.
"Good idea!" May ran up to Roy. "Roy! Roy!"
Roy looked down at May. "Can I help you?"
"Where's Rally?"
"Rally? I didn't even know she was here. None of us have seen her anywhere around here," Roy said.
"Rally?" May questioned, extremely shocked.
"I think it would be best if you just went home," Roy said. "BUT WHAT ABOUT RALLY?" May screamed, almost in tears.
"Look, I'll call you if I see her. But I think it would be best if you just went home, okay."
"BUT..."
Becky sighed. "Come on, May. We better go."
May looked down at her shoes as tears started to pour down her cheeks. She started to sniffle as Becky threw an arm around her. Becky guided May back to Rally's Cobra. She got behind the wheel, something she never thought she'd do, and started up the car. May crawled into the passenger seat. Becky put the car in drive and starting heading back to Rally's house. May curled up into a ball and leaned against the door of the car as she wept. Becky sighed again as she looked over at May.
"It'll be okay, May. I'm sure, Rally's fine." May cried harder. "The last thing I said to her is that I never wanted to talk to her again!" Becky turned her head away and looked back to the road. "Rally Vincent, where are you? You better be okay," Becky thought to herself.
Risky Business
Rally and May stepped into their house from the garage entrance after a long day at the shop. Rally threw her trench coat up on the coat hanger and headed into the kitchen. May leaned against the wall and took off her high heel shoes.
"Uh, my feet are killing me!" May exclaimed.
"Then why did you wear those stupid shoes?" Rally asked from the kitchen.
"Pain is beauty, my friend." May slipped into her childish fuzzy pink slippers. "Hey, Ral?"
"Yeah?"
"What's for dinner?"
"That's a question you don't need to ask yourself." Rally walked back into the room. "I just ordered pizza from Dominos."
"UH..." May moaned. "I think I'm gonna hurl! I'm sick of eating pizza! Rally! Please, can't we have something else?"
"A promise is a promise." Rally smirked.
May moaned again as she walked into the living room. She jumped over the back of the couch, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the television. Rally entered the living room from the other side and looked at May and the television.
"Awe, crap! It's Wednesday, isn't it?" Rally said sourly.
"Uh, huh!" May smiled. "Friends is on tonight!"
"I hate that show!" Rally spat. "It's so dumb!"
"Then go do something else," May said.
"I suppose I could finish polishing my Beretta." Rally walked out of the room and headed upstairs.
"Come on! Tell her you love her! You know you want to!" May hollered at the television, almost in tears.
Rally shook her head and looked back to her new gun. It was a Beretta Model 92, a kind used by the US Military. While it wasn't one of her favorites, she still had a special place in her heart for this trusty and faithful gun.
The doorbell rang.
"Ral, you get it. I can't miss this next part!"
Rally sighed, and she put her gun down. She stood up, wiped her hands on a towel, and headed over to the door. She grabbed the door. "Hello."
"Hello, ma'am. Here's your pizza. Two large pizza with pepperoni and extra cheese. That'll be $25 even."
Rally grabbed the money jar that she and May left near the door; they ordered out very often. She paid the pizza boy the $25 but dug around in the jar some more. "May!"
"What!"
"Bring your purse and get over here!"
"Uh, Rally! This is the best part!"
Rally looked at the pizza boy. "Sorry, I'll get your tip in a minute."
"That's no problem." The blonde haired pizza boy smiled. "So, you like pizza?"
"Uh, yeah..." Rally said awkwardly.
"You know, I go to UIC."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I'm around the neighborhood a lot."
"Oh, that's nice." Rally apathetically said.
May stood with her purse and smiling. "Hi, Rally. Having a nice conversation?"
Rally shot a dirty look at May. "May, just give the pizza boy his tip, okay?"
"It's Jaime, Jaime Knight," The pizza boy spoke up.
"Alright then, give Jaime his tip then." Rally glared at May.
May dug around in her purse. "I don't got any cash, Ral." May laid her purse down next to the money jar. "I know! How about for a tip, you go out on a date with Jaime, Ral? That'd be more than fair."
Jaime stood up straight. "Well, I..."
Rally slammed the door quickly. "No, May! No more dates!"
"Rally! He was cute! And probably just your age too!"
"May, what did I say?" Rally barked.
"I understand." May looked to the ground.
"Thank you."
"I understand that you're in love with Harry instead!" May grabbed the pizza box and ran away as fast as she could.
"Why you little..." Rally chased after her. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Becky, as usual, let herself into Rally and May's house. She walked into the living room to see Rally and Becky watching television and eating pizza. "I knew I should have ate before I came. I knew there'd be nothing besides pizza or Chinese food."
"Nobody's asking you to eat it." Rally grabbed another slice.
Becky sighed and sat down. She reached down and grabbed a slice. "What are you watching?"
"Friends," May said.
"Alright!" Becky leaned forward towards the television.
"You're just in time for the second episode."
"Get a life." Rally rolled her eyes.
"You're one to talk!" May exclaimed. "Guess what Becky? The pizza boy was hitting on her, and she stood there doing nothing!"
"Ooooo...the pizza boy?" Becky said. "Who's he?"
"Hey! First of all, I barely even knew who Jaime was! Sec..."
"Hey, you remembered his name! You must like him!"
"Geeze, May! It just happened fifteen minutes ago! It's not like I have amnesia or something!"
"You like him!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!" "Do not!"
"Do too!"
Becky covered her ears. "HEY GUYS!"
"WHAT!" Rally and May screamed and looked over at Becky.
Becky uncovered her ears. "I got more information on the case."
"What!" Rally and May exclaimed. Rally directed her full attention on Becky as did May. "Tell us!"
Becky smirked. "Well, I have the police report and notes on the interview with Michael De Luca before he committed suicide."
"Tell me," Rally said.
"Well, Michael De Luca confessed to the crime. His other four partners were Leo Bianchi, Fred Gallo, Bartolomeo Romano, and Dario Pirandello. They too are also Italians. These five are also linked to a Mafia sub-division called the Capones. Now checking out the my street resources, the Capones run a gambling, bootlegging, prostitution, and loan shark business. They call it The Shack."
"Where at?"
"742 Wallaby Way."
"Hmmm..." Rally looked up at the clock. "It's only six. I'm going there...tonight."
"YOU'RE WHAT?" Becky and May asked.
Rally got up off the couch. "I gonna change my clothes then I'm going to that place tonight."
"Why?" Becky asked.
"Somebody's gotta get to the bottom of this!"
"It's showtime!" May laughed. "I'll get my bombs."
"NO!" Rally hollered. "This is an undercover operation. Something you don't know the meaning of, obviously!"
"Rally! Come on!"
"No." Rally ran upstairs.
Rally parked the Cobra, and she shut the lights off. The three of them sat in the dark for a few minutes before moving.
"This is it?" Rally asked. She looked at the dark shack in the distance.
"Yeah, 742 Wallaby Way." Becky answered.
"I wanna come too!" May exclaimed, tied up in the back seat.
"No! You're saying in the car."
"Rally! Come on! I can help!"
Rally opened the door. "You'll only get us into trouble!" She stepped out of the car into the street light. "Looks like I found a practical use for the dress you brought me, May." Her midnight-blue dress shimmered in the street lamp light. Rally bent over and pulled her leg holster off. She handed the gun to Becky.
"What are you doing?" Becky asked. "You're going in there unarmed?"
"It'll be for the best." Rally walked away from the car.
May freed one of her arms and threw her purse at Rally. Rally felt the purse smack her in the back. "Ouch! May!" She picked up the purse and carried it with her. "You jerk, Rally! I'm never talking to you again! EVER!" "Fine by me!" Rally shook her head and headed up to the small shack. It looked like an abandoned ice cream store at one time. She circled around the building until she found a loose door in the back. She opened in and stepped into the shut-up building. She walked around, weaving around the junk and clutter, towards the back. She walked into the former kitchen and found light. "Bingo." She said to herself as she found a door leading underground. Opening the door, she walked down the cement steps. She came to the end of the steps and walked down a hallway. There, two men stood at the entrance of a lit room. "Who are you?" One of the men asked, clearly in an Italian accent. "Uh..." Rally bit her lip. "Think...Rally...think! What's an Italian name? Think!" Rally thought in her mind. "It's Maria..." "Maria...eh...? Which one?" "Uh..." Rally stuttered. "You better figure it out, Missy, or you're getting trouble!" "Hey, you idiots! Leave this girly alone." A man in a white suit walked up and slapped the two guards over the heads. "You don't talk to beautiful women like that! Now get going, you morons!" The man in the white suit smirked and extended his arm. "What's your name, doll face?" He was clearly Italian himself considering his heavy accent. "Oh, it's...uh...Morgan..." Rally smiled. She took the man's arm and let him guide her into the lit room. "Morgan, eh? And what's a gorgeous girl like you doing here?" "Just looking for some excitement." Rally smiled and glanced around the room. Most men were gambling, and smoking cigars in the room. A heavy cloud of smoke settled just above their heads. Awkwardly dressed females, almost looking like they were from the 1920's, clung to the men who were gambling. Rally's eyes, however, locked at a man in the corner. He sat cloaked in black just sitting there not moving at all. "Excitement? You've come to the right place." The man in the white suit guided Rally down to sit on a red couch. "So what's your name?" Rally smiled. The man smiled back. "Tony. Tony Antenelli." He slid his arm around Rally's shoulders. "You thought about working here, doll face?" "Working here?" "Yeah, you know, as a..." Tony smiled... "Well, you know..." "Oh." Rally's eyes popped open. "I never thought of it." "Well, you should..." Tony scooted close to Rally, leaning in for a kiss. Rally leaned back. "Uh...I..." "Hey, Tony." Another man in a black suit walked up.
Tony turned from Rally. "What!" He hissed. "Oh, what do you want?"
"Business." He sat down.
Tony turned back to Rally. "Just a sec, doll face. I gotta talk some business."
"Did you hear about Vanzetti?"
Rally sharply turned her head to the right. She saw a group of men playing cards and talking. She watched and listened in.
"No, what happened?"
"That little weasel Vanzetti was shot up by De Luca and his gang."
"What for?"
"Turns out he owed a hefty loan to Michelo Chariot."
"Geeze, that's one guy I'd never wanna mess with."
"That's for sure."
"Hey, doll face!" Tony tapped Rally shoulder.
Rally turned around. "Yes?"
"Where were we?" Tony wrapped both of his arms around Rally's waist and leaned in closer to her.
"Uh...I really don't...
As Tony leaned in closer, the purse Rally carried was sandwiched in- between them. Then suddenly, something inside clicked. Tony sat up straight mortally terrified. "SHE'S BUGGED!"
Everyone in the room looked over at Rally. Tony grabbed the purse and opened it. Sure enough, there was a cassette recorder in the purse.
"MAY!" Rally screamed in her head. She smiled nervously on the outside however. She then took a swing at Tony and landed a punch in the cheek.
"GET HER!" Every man in the room ran towards Rally. Rally jumped up and started punching and elbowing her attackers one by one. At first, she did rather well defending herself until five men ganged up on her. The one who came behind her grabbed her wounded arm and squeezed it.
Pain surged up through Rally's arm, and she screamed. She then received a knee in the stomach, which caused her to fall to the ground. She tired to catch her breath, but she just couldn't. Suddenly, everything turned black.
The man cloaked in black jumped out of the corner and grabbed a broomstick. Her smacked the men gang-beating Rally over the head. Displaying his martial arts skills, he kicked one man in the face then smacked the two others with the stick. He hit his next target in the stomach then swung the stick into another man's face. Soon enough, all the men were down and wounded. He threw the stick to the ground and picked up Rally. Once he heard police sirens, he ran out of the building.
"Where is she?" Becky asked. "I don't understand! I called the police thinking that they could help her!"
May weaved through the police officers guiding Becky along with her. "Rally! Where are you! Rally! Rally!"
"Hey, look! There's Roy! Let's ask him!" Becky said.
"Good idea!" May ran up to Roy. "Roy! Roy!"
Roy looked down at May. "Can I help you?"
"Where's Rally?"
"Rally? I didn't even know she was here. None of us have seen her anywhere around here," Roy said.
"Rally?" May questioned, extremely shocked.
"I think it would be best if you just went home," Roy said. "BUT WHAT ABOUT RALLY?" May screamed, almost in tears.
"Look, I'll call you if I see her. But I think it would be best if you just went home, okay."
"BUT..."
Becky sighed. "Come on, May. We better go."
May looked down at her shoes as tears started to pour down her cheeks. She started to sniffle as Becky threw an arm around her. Becky guided May back to Rally's Cobra. She got behind the wheel, something she never thought she'd do, and started up the car. May crawled into the passenger seat. Becky put the car in drive and starting heading back to Rally's house. May curled up into a ball and leaned against the door of the car as she wept. Becky sighed again as she looked over at May.
"It'll be okay, May. I'm sure, Rally's fine." May cried harder. "The last thing I said to her is that I never wanted to talk to her again!" Becky turned her head away and looked back to the road. "Rally Vincent, where are you? You better be okay," Becky thought to herself.