-i don't own Hey Arnold!-
"what are you thinking about?" Frankie stared at Helga who was focusing intently on the road. She didn't ever talk much while she drove. This was crazy though she hadn't uttered a word. She returned his stare. Her eyes were blue with an iciness to match a blizzard. It did little to frighten the guy. That was her normal look.
"something so huge its beyond comprehension. Even i consider my self a tad bit crazy for thinking it up." there was no emotion to her voice.
"care to share?" frankie squirmed in his seat. Before he could get a reply she had stopped the car in front of chino's pub. She quickly opened her door and stepped out. She very gracefully walked to the door and went in. She was graceful at everything she did. She was so untouchable. Nobody could match her vibe. Its like she was born specially for this job.
Frankie slowly stepped out of the passenger side of the car. He shut the door and walked up to the door. Whatever she was hiding he wanted to know. Cheers and whoops could be heard outside the bar. It sickened Frankie. He was better than half those guys in there. He'd be number 1 eventually. Hopefully sooner than she'd expect. Frankie grumbled and opened the front door. He was greeted by guys drinking import beers and fighting over wings.
(Hours later across town)
"are you sure this is gonna work? I mean...you look nothing like an italian" Arnold's room mate, Doug, asked. He was an old college friend.
"yes, it will. Iv done a lot of searching on her. While the majority of her guys are italian, four of them aren't." Arnold brushed his gelled hair straight back. It was difficult seeing as he kept his hair short. There wasn't much to gel or brush.
"i don't see why you have to start tonight?"
"she just got out of jail today. She's gonna want to get out and do some things. And if my gut is right she'll be at that pub down in 5 points tonight. That, and it could take me weeks to get initiated." Arnold slipped on his leather jacket.
"how do i look? Tough?" he turned to Doug who was sitting on the couch watching tv.
"um...like Bruce Springstine?"
"fag..."
"you asked brother"
"well im outa here!" Arnold waved good bye and walked out the apartment. He headed to the street and hopped into his hatchback focus. Not the most bad ass thing but it got him around. He'd been a cop for 3 years now, and he was itching to prove himself. All the other cops considered him wet behind the ears.
(with the mob)
"all you boys are gonna wish i never got out by the time we finish this game!" Helga looked quizzically at her guys as she was dealing the cards upon the round table. She'd loosened up since she'd gotten there.
"i beg to differ Miss. Tessa. Im gonna kick your ass!" Stinky joked back across the table. Yes, he was on of the four un-italians in the gang. It was him, Sid, Frankie, and Harold. The other 11 were born and raised Italian.
"Baccio! When's my shipment suppose to be here?!" Helga studied the husky dark skinned guy across from her.
"ah, man i told you next monday! Have i ever steered you wrong? Im out!" he scoffed putting his cards down disappointed. Helga smirked and laughed.
"what you laughing at? You haven't even picked up your cards yet!" Baccio pointed to her cards. They were neatly positioned face down in front of her.
"that's because i already know" all six guys at the table cocked there eye brows.
"know what?" Sid piped up
"that i win..." she flipped all her cards over reveling a Royal flush. All the guys threw their cards down.
"oh my God how does she do that!?" they all exclaimed
"i win, i always win..." she leaned back in her chair. The door to the bar swung open and a man stepped in. He caught her eye. He looked familiar to her. She couldn't quite place the face however. He sat down at the bar. She'd catch him glancing at her every now and then. He was probably a loner wanting in. Normally she would have dismissed the loser but this guy struck a nerve.
"oh, here's your cell phone Tess!" Baccio slid a pink flip phone to her.
"grazie..." she fiddled with the phone on the table.
"hey, who's the sconfitto over there?" Sid nodded towards Arnold as he shuffled the deck of cards.
"blonde hair?" Helga asked
"yeah, every time i look at him he's looking over here. Wonder what he wants?"
"my guess is either he wants some droga, or he wants in. he looks familiar to me though."
"yeah he does" Sid Agreed
'RING RING!'
Everybody eyed the small pink thing. Helga quickly flipped it open and put it to her ear.
"yeah!" she said casually. Her face went from normal, to shock, to anger.
"che provocare te pensare suo qui?! No, no, no! Stallo le purche' te scatola! Ostile in quel luogo in breve tempo!" she closed the phone and jumped up.
"its here! And they're having some problems." she started to leave but paused "oh and Baccio, when we're done, i need to have a few words with you..." with that she stormed out. Along with half of her guys.
"oh buddy Baccio, your soul just got sold to the devil. You might wanna say a few extra hell mary's and maybe, just maybe, she might leave your body intact when she dumps it in the river!" Sid laughed and slapped a gapping frightened Baccio on the back.
Arnold watched as they all quickly left. He didn't know what all Tessa had said but he over heard one of her guys mention the docks. Lets see the docks meant she probably was getting a shipment of something. Or she was trying to ship something. Should he follow them? Its risky. No telling what they'd do to him if they caught him. He shuddered just thinking about it. If he did go, he could potentially gather crude evidence on the illegal activities they're evolved in.
He finally decided to suck up his fear and follow them. After all if he died it would be for a good cause right? Helping make the street of NY safer. Yeah sure. He hopped up and sprinted out the door. It was getting even colder out by now. The sun was setting and turning everything orange. It was a beautiful sunset but this wasn't the time to sit and watch. He saw a gray suburban pull out and head in the direction of the docks.
Arnold trotted to his car and got in and chased after them. Okay not chased, he kept his distance so they wouldn't think he was following them. He just kind of kept them in sight. The Suburban traveled about a mile before it turned off into a alley. At the top of the alley you could see the dock with a deep blue blanket of sea water behind it. Arnold parked his car outside the alley and scurried to the dock.
Helga walked up behind a tall muscular red haired man. She was so confident, and fearless. She had nerves of steel. Arnold wished it was that brave as he watched from afar like a fly on the wall. The red head was walking away from a certain ship carrying a small wooden crate.
"Where do you think your going with that Lennox, you natiche apertura..." she hissed. The man stopped and turned around. A sarcastic smile spread across his freckled face. His teeth weren't the nicest. It was clear hygiene wasn't his top priority.
"ah, Tess, why do you insist on calling me names in italian? You know i can't understand you. Your just talking to yourself. Besides..." he shrugged "..im just taking some things i found.."
"those things are mine.." she growled
"i see no name" he looked over the box mockingly. "now i bid you good day" by then 10 irish looking guys had come up behind him. They had 3 other crates. Arnold watched in amazement. He was about to see a gang war go down. A gun shot went off and about 12 of Helga's guys jumped on Lennox's group. Anything around became a weapon. He watched as Baccio made a baseball out of one guys face with a bat. It was brutal.
Helga sat back, arms crossed, and watched. She seemed un-amused. She smirked before turning and heading toward the boat ramp. That was why she is the most feared women in NY. That exact care-free attitude.
Arnold suddenly realized he was being snatched from his crouching position by a unseen force. He fell backwards. Two shady figures loomed over him. Yelling at him. One yelled out foreign words. The other spoke english. He was harshly ripped up from his laying position and hauled to the boat. Arnold took notice that the smaller, less tan guy on his left had a unusually large nose. He knew a kid like that once.
"Hey Tess! Tess! We got something you might want see!" the larger guy's voice boomed.
"what?!" she came up out of the captains quarters.
"caught this little cretin snooping behind some of those crates!" he shoved Arnold hard towards the ramp. He caught his balance and looked up, Helga was right in front of him. He just stared at her.
"get this out of here. Turbolento lo su, e partire lo.." she waved them off with her hand. They nodded and dragged Arnold off tot he alley.
A/N: ok this is chapter two. Slow yes i know. Im sorry. So what do you think of the Italian language in it? It is actual Italian. I thought it would add a little bit more to the story. So um, tell me what of you think of this project so far. Good or bad. You're not gonna hurt my feelings any. Lol peace!-