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"Adkins."

"Vare."

The two stared each other down from either side of the desk, one grinning
wickedly, the other looking on in sheer disdain.

"You invited me over for a reason, Apple Cakes. What is it?"

"You're the boss of the most deadly crime 'organization' in this
hemisphere. I want negotiations for you to end your spree."

"Are you seriously telling me to stop?" He laughs and stands up.
"That's ridiculous, Adkins. We can earn far more and keep much more
influence if we simply do as we are, you've got nothing to offer any of
us."

The director leans back in his chair, stone-faced. "I believe I can
make you comply."

"Really. And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"We know where your Clubhouse is, Mister Vare."

"Congratulations. Are you supposed to be intimidating me?"

"Have you noticed the lack of any agents in the offices, today?"

"Sent them all on a raid?"

"They should be breaking down the door right now."

"I see. Well, I don't think that will be necessarily successful for
you, Adkins."

"And what makes you say that?"

Vare whistles for about half a minute, then pulls out a photo, placing it
on the desk. The director picks it up and glances down at it. A slight green
hue covers the contents of the picture, a large pile of unconcious bodies
laying down on a wooden floor, nearly entirely blocked out by the men.

"We're not stupid and unprepared, Adkins. A little crazy, maybe.
Stupid? No. If we were stupid, we wouldn't be having this discussion, would
we?"

The director stares dumbfounded at the picture, slowly setting it back
down.

"They're alive, don't worry. Though, that's at the whim of all the
other members. I'd recommend giving something to sweeten the deal if you want
your men back, Adkins. Unless of course, you'll let me facilitate the
decimation of nearly a hundred of your top operatives." He grins, entirely
full of himself.

The director sighs and glowers back up at the godfather. "Very
well." He slides over a small key. "This opens a box down by the train
station. Fifty thousand in silver bullions inside."

Vare pinches the key and places it in his pockets. "Good." He
smiles and steps towards the door, turning around in the doorway back to
Adkins. "They'll be back by the end of the day. Hopefully we can make
another deal like this in the future, hm?"

"Out."

"Of course, director." He steps out of the office, chuckling to
himself.

The building's doors swing open, a loud crash accompanying as the sack of
silver bars lands on the table in the middle of the room.

"Good work, boys. We didn't even have to do much." He pulls out
one of the bars, sliding it over towards one of the members, inhaling from a
small pen. "This one's just for you, Sunny boy. Nice call with the
chloroform."

'Sunny boy' grabs the bar, stuffs it in his pocket then goes back to
inhaling from the pen.

"Right, of course. I'll see to it you get an extra bottle of juice
tonight, too."

He glances halfway up, quickly spurting out in a single breath,
"That's what I'm talking about." He dips his head back down to the
pen and continues sucking on it.

Another half-bar is slid over to a little girl, barely paying attention.
"And for our planning expert."

She nods once and grabs it from the table, placing it in her coat pocket.

"And I'll divvy up the rest by evening. We're putting off tonight's
job until tomorrow." He turns his head to another at the table.
"Abernthy, any big losers today?"

She shakes her head, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm feeling tomorrow, then. Doc, did the.. uncooperative gentleman
learn some manners?"

"Mm-mm. Tragic accident while he was under, though. Don't think the
poor sap is waking up."

"A darn shame." He grins, standing up and grabbing the sack of
remaining silver bars. He turns around and wanders upstairs into his private
quarters and begins counting the remaining blackmailed silver.