-i don't own Hey Arnold-

She Stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine. The wind blew, the air was chilly and crisp, and the birds sang. It was all too happy for her liking. She was dressed simply, black hip huggers with boots, a red long sleeve blouse which was covered by a black long coat. It was what she went to jail in and it was what she was leaving in. the clink had been her life for the last 8 months. She'd been in for grand theft auto, and other misc. charges.

She was a walking nightmare. A shady beach blonde that got everything she wanted. In the wrong way. She had no care for the well being of others, no conchents. She looked out for number one. But, hey, when your the leader of a small italian mob you have to be on your guard 100 of the time. Always checking your back. At sometimes the safest place to be was jail.

True, you'd never think she was part of an elite italian mob. She could hardly believe it herself at times. Years ago, however, when things were rough they became her family. A few members were friends from her childhood. And not Italian. She started out at the bottom and worked her way up to the point she is now. She is the top, the Alpha. Nobody messes with her. If they have brains that is. She was the most feared women in New York city. And she liked it...

She sucked in the crisp air and sighed. What to do now? Where to start. She had to find out everything that had gone one while she was locked away. Her boys kept her pretty up to date. They couldn't tell her everything though. She was jerked from her thoughts by a person. He was clean shaven, black hair slicked back. He wore a black turtle neck with a pair of loose boot cut jeans.

He was leaning against a '65 candy apple red mustang. It was funny. She owned one just like it. Exactly like it come to think about it. Wait, that was hers. And that guy was...

"Frankie G" she smirked and walked to him

"Helga G" Frankie reached out his arms as if to hug her. But not.

"what are you doing here? I wasn't expecting any body" she looked more serious now

"ah, you know! You get out today. I just thought id bring your car to ya because she hasn't been driven by her owner in a long time. And the boys are all back at chino's place for a celebration." he shoved his hands in his pockets.

" well lets get a move on it then. I love celebrations"

(the other side of town)

"exactly why do you want to do this?" the gray haired man flipped through a case file. Clearly with little interest.

"Because, sir, i think i can prove that she was responsible for the murder of those two cops last year. Everything fits! Its just...ahhh! I just need to get close to her. Im sure i can prove it!" the blonde man paced frustrated in front of the other mans desk.

"Arnold, Tessa Belvidere as been causing problems in this city for years. But never anything to this extent, and if so we don't know about it." Tessa was Helga's alias. The world new her as Tessa. The mob knew her as Helga.

"what? You don't believe me? Mr. Beckem! Read the the contents! You'll see what i mean!" Arnold pointed to it. Mr. Beckem silenced him with his hand.

"im not saying i don't believe you. I...I just have reasonable doubt" he sighed. Arnold ran his hand over his short blonde hair. Why did Beckem have to be so hard headed about things. This was ludicrous. The proof was there!

"so your not gonna let me do it...?" he dared to ask.

"no, actually i am. Arnold, i have my doubts but evidently you don't. Maybe your seeing something im not. If your right that will mean another cop killer behind bars."

Arnold's lit up " thank you sir! I will be right, you can bet your money on it!"

"i have just one question? How do you plan on fitting in? Your not exactly...Italian" Beckem pointed out

"oh i have my way" Arnold smiled and walked out " Hello Miss. Belvidere, im Dante Bonaventure...ill be your hit man today..."

A/N: this is short. Its a project im messing with. Its gonna have some simularities to Oceans Eleven eventually. Hence the name, But its not gonna be based on it. So leave some feedback. Good or bad. I don't care. Peace!-