Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Desmond s interest had been severely piqued when Tony had reached out to him, as it had been a long time since the two had been paired up for a job, and it wasnt a common occurrence either, but the way Tony had come off in his initial contact wasnt exactly in the most contracted of ways. Something was up, and whatever it was, it was evidently clear that Tony didnt want the word to go beyond his ears, and with a secret like that, it had to big, and where big secrets were involved, so were big payouts. Given the circumstances, it didnt even take a second thought for Des to set his current jobs aside and onto a back burner, not when a special project with Tony was on the table. Black eyes were idly scoping out the bust and curvy bottom of the new girl on the pole, a hunger hiding somewhere in his piercingly dark gaze, shielded by long, disheveled locks of black hair. Given the fact that lighting in the club was kept dark in order to give focus to the girls, hed decided that if Tony really wanted to lay as low as hed insisted, a pair of baggy black jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt would do just the trick to keep them more or less out of sight and out of mind, especially given the reputation that Des had in that particular club, hell, the reputation he had in general. It was known fact amongst those with dirty hands that Des had strong connections within the few different mob families, and of all, his most pronounced connection was Bloody Tony. It was also a known fact that he wasnt a sworn member to any family in particular, making him both an ideal man to send on a hush-hush job and a force to contend with. Anyone who was anyone knew that getting on Desmonds bad side would land them chained to the bottom of the shipyard after being beaten within an inch of death with a wooden baseball bat. Running a slender hand through his hair to push it back from his face, his attention was immediately brought to fixate on the silhouette of his approaching contact, and he sat back in his seat, linking his fingers together over the table top, patiently waiting. Tony wasnt exactly the kind of guy that liked to indulge in the mundaneness of small talk, and though Des was a bit the opposite, he held silence, instead leaving the talking up to Tony until it was his turn. Mutely, he nodded his assent to the first term laid out, unlinking his fingers to reach for the photo that Tony offered up, and immediately his gaze narrowed, brows raising. Jaime Marks He said slowly, dragging out the vowels in her first name thoughtfully. He was tempted to make more remarks, but for the moment he held silence, instead just allowing Tony to say and finish his part, and once all was said and done, he remained silent for a few minutes longer, his fingers idly tracing over the details of the photo before him. Mmm I do remember this one fondly, quite fondly, he finally muttered, taking his words slow and calculative, deliberate. Gotta say Tone, even Im surprised shes not dead. But, on the bright side, she grew up to be quite the looker, ay? A dark smirk slid across his thin red lips, eyes catching a glint of something devious, and then he gave an idle shrug of his shoulder. You have your terms and I have mine, as always. This, he tapped his index finger on the picture, locking his eyes with Tonys. This sure as hell is some murky water to start dragging halfway through. You wanna get this chick then youre smart to be talking to me, and thats not pride or ego talking thats just flat out brains. The way to do it is get her from the inside out, literally. Fuck with her head, send her off in a bunch of different directions at the same time, and a new set every day, hell, every few hours if you really wanna push it to get done quick. You say shes under heavy protection? Well, hell, thats no surprise chicks the darling daughter of the guy that got his hands a little too dirty for his own brainless good, and Im betting the entire police force knows her by name and face and has her height, weight, eye color and hair color memorized. Hell, Id be surprised if they didnt have a tracker implanted in her neck like they do with dogs. Best way to go about is to weaken the ties, weaken the credibility. If the force starts second guessing everything, we may as well be good as gold. Pausing then, Des gave Tony a minute to soak it all in, though he started speaking again before Tony would have a chance to respond. So heres what Ill do for you partner Ill scope out Gold Wing, lay low, keep my head down. Turns out youre lucky enough that Ive got an old connection that, last I heard, works there, and since I always play my cards right, with a little talking and a couple beers I can easily get the scoop on whats what and whens when and whos who and where. Ill keep you updated with daily reports, once a day, eight in the morning sharp, hand-written and delivered by a different random each time. We start having regular meetings and it risks getting noticed and tailed. Phone, text e-mail, that shit all leaves a trail right to us. But a hand-written note delivered by a random paper boy wont draw a spec of attention. Gotta be smart about it. In the meantime, Ill keep an eye on the bitch, keep my head down, and get in her head. Girl with a history like hersll be easy to fuck with. Leave a note here, cross a shadow there, a little bump in the middle of the night, and itll be good as gold. Again, he paused, this time leaning forward over the table and lowering his voice a tad. I give it a week minimum, two tops, and then shell be in our hands. Now, a favor owed to me by you is a pretty hefty bargaining tool, but Im giving up a few stacks of green for you on this one, so to make up for it, I expect to play too. Ill do the talking and the walking for you, but I expect to get in on the goods too. Doesnt have to be a fifty fifty split, but I expect a share at least every other day. I can only assume that you dont plan to let this one end within a few hours, rather, drag it out for a few days, really get your fill in. Its in your nature after all buddy. Those are my terms, and since were both on the same page and on clear understanding, he slowly rose to his feet, sliding the picture from the table and inserting it into his sweatshirt pocket before holding out his hand. I have business to tend to. Ill be in touch. -- The conversation about her phone call with Mel was brief, curt almost, and Jai wanted to keep it that way. She wasnt mad, or irritated, nothing of the sort, just a bit flustered and bashful about it, and she knew that Mel was going to be demanding of a fully detailed report before long. So, for the time being, it was simply a matter of delaying it as long as possible, ideally to a point of time where Brandon wasnt around and then she wouldnt feel quite to nervous and shy about explaining it all. But even then, everything had happened so fast and in such a blur, even she wasnt entirely sure just when or how it had even started. It just did, and it was the best experience of her life that she could currently come up with. His awkward shifting drew her attention, and when the blanket fell away she quirked a brow, a slow smile crawling across her face before full on laughter at the words that left his mouth. Shaking her head with a grin, she took a moment to cram another small bite of cereal into her mouth, chewing it over slowly, and she nearly choked on it when he playfully remarked about her being the one to have a mind in the gutter, swallowing hard before laughing again, and as soon as he set his phone back down and returned his attention to her, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. Actually, she murmured softly, slowly. I was just thinking about finishing this bowl of cereal and jumping in the shower. So, if you dont have any other plans -- Mel had been at the club all night in fact she hadnt even left after everything that happened, instead opting to curl up on the cot in her office for the few hours she had before the day shift and the prep for a busy Saturday night. There was an excellent line up for cage and the turnout was expected to be even better. So, rather than waste precious time in heading home to sleep and then waking up early to show and dress and head back, the easiest bet was to just sleep in her office. She had her own private full bathroom and a stocked closet for just such occasions, and they happened at least once a week, and she expected to be sleeping in the club that Saturday evening as well given the roster for the evening. Shed finished getting ready and dressed in a low-cut black cocktail dress, pairing it off with a pair of black stilettos and a neat application of make-up, just enough to bring out her eyes and accentuate her lips, and it was just as she had finished that Jai had called. The way it ended was a bit abrupt and unexpected, but Mel had no doubts whatsoever that she was going to be able to get Jaime alone to flesh out all the details she was looking for, and at the moment, she was understanding enough given the circumstances. When Chavaz turned up at the bar, Mel had been idly chatting with a couple of visitors that had popped to say hello and have a quick drink before heading off to tend to other business, and the moment that Michelles voice rang out over the counter, Mel perked up, her eyes widening and bright smile lighting up her face. One quick glance at the uniform the other was wearing and the way she spoke told Mel instantly that this wasnt a visit for old times sake it was business, and it was important. Still, Mel was never one to be all serious and all work without a few laughs and moments of fun, so as she raised a brow and regard her old friend, she slid her arms across her chest and cocked her hip, regarding the woman with a disbelieving gaze. Really Michelle? She called back. You come in here and ask when Im going on break? What am I? Chopped liver? It was clear that Mel was fighting a smile, but she was managing no less. I own this club. I can take a break to chat with an old friend and damn time I please! That elicited a few laughs from the guys at the bar, and Mel was no longer able to resist from smiling as she rounded the bar counter and strode up to Michelle, pulling her into a gentle hug without a single care nor hesitation. She lingered for a moment, discreetly inhaling the scent of the womans shampoo, before she leaned back and offered her a bright, flirty smile. Come on you, step into my office and well catch up. Dont think youre really going to get away with dropping by to see me for strictly business reasons. Youre going to stay a while and hang out with me. Ill show you the line-up for the cage tonight too, its gonna be great! Without further ado then, Mel hooked her arm around Michelles, offering an idle wave to the guys at the bar and a brief See you later!, before tugging the sergeant past the bar and along the back hallway before ducking into her office, sliding out leather plus office chair as she pointed the couch for Michelle to sit. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, she started once Michelle had settled. I can withhold answers to any and all questions regarding the job until after weve caught up, or we can get it out of the way now if I get your word as an officer that youll actually stick around to chat. Whats it gonna be?