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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4527152" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Fortress: Part 1 – Get Cranky</strong></p><p></p><p>The music of the Soho Lounge vibrated around their private booth. Hammer, Jim-Bean, and Caprice were all there. Caprice was dressed as his Snow Dog persona, complete with "bitches" -- two vice agents named Mary and Sarah. They made pleasant conversation while they sipped their drinks. The DJ, Spiderpussy, played a pounding eighties mix. </p><p> </p><p>"I still can't believe you requisitioned cash...and got it." Hammer watched Jim-Bean drop a hundred dollar bill on a waitress' tray to cover the tab. </p><p> </p><p>Hammer was dressed in a Miami Vice-style jacket and pants. Jim-Bean looked more corporate.</p><p> </p><p>“I’m team leader on this mission,” said Jim-Bean. “We can’t just walk into Tang’s place like some garbage off the street. If we want to roll with the big boys we have to act like them. And that’s why we’re the Kings.”</p><p></p><p>Caprice’s eyes scanning the entrance to the club. “The THREE Kings, yo.” His cistron beeped. He looked down. It was an instant text message. "Keys just did a background check on us.” </p><p></p><p>“If the Three Kings are supposed to be so successful, we've got to look the part in person AND on paper,” continued Jim-Bean. “Thus the cold cash. Besides, we actually have a bit of history now…we WERE tied up in another drug raid…”</p><p></p><p>Hammer patted the wound where he had been shot. “Don’t remind me.” He looked askance at the women. “I still think we should have hired prostitutes,” he said in a low voice to Caprice. “Vice cops are a liability we can’t afford to--” </p><p></p><p>Caprice leaned back, put his arms around the two cops, and smiled. "They're here," he said, slipping into his persona as Snow Dog.</p><p> </p><p>A tall black woman with wild, staring blood-shot eyes entered the room. She wore a white overcoat. A posse of four smaller men followed behind her, all of them wearing shades.</p><p> </p><p>"It’s Janky Crank," said Hammer. </p><p></p><p>After chatting with the bartender, Janky strode over to them.</p><p> </p><p>"You said you wanted to talk to Machete?"</p><p> </p><p>Hammer stood up. "That's right. You don't look like him."</p><p> </p><p>"If it's worth his time, you'll meet 'im," said Janky. "But first you meet with me."</p><p> </p><p>Caprice dismissed the two scantily clad women snuggling up to him with a nod of his head. They scattered, and Janky's men took a few steps back to give them some privacy.</p><p> </p><p>"And you are?"</p><p> </p><p>"Janky. Janky Crank. They call me that 'cause you don't wanna see me cranky." Janky grabbed Caprice's glass and slurped it, finishing off its contents. She slapped it down on the table. "So what's this deal you're talking about?"</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean cleared his throat. "Ah yes, Miss Cranky...you see, we were recently working with an organization on the West Coast that was trafficking in Blink--"</p><p> </p><p>"I know it," said Janky. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, she used it too.</p><p> </p><p>"And that operation was shut down. The Three Kings are looking for new opportunities--"</p><p> </p><p>"Three Kings?" Janky eyeballed Jim-Bean. "Never heard of you."</p><p> </p><p>"That'd be us," said Hammer gruffly. "My territory is Southern Cali. Bean's is Northern Cali. Snow Dog's is Hollywood."</p><p> </p><p>"Snow Dog?" Janky barked out a laugh. "Are you serious?"</p><p> </p><p>Caprice got to his feet, gesturing wildly. "Machete's just jerking us around. I'm not gonna take this s#!t from this bitch--"</p><p> </p><p>Janky's revolver was out in a flash, aimed at Caprice's forehead. "See what you made me do? Now I'm gettin' CRANK-AH!"</p><p> </p><p>Caprice slapped the pistol aside, which had the net effect of pointing Janky's pistol at Hammer's head instead. "See what I mean? Small time, yo. Let's go."</p><p> </p><p>Hammer tapped the barrel of his Glock under the table on Janky's knee. It was aimed at her abdomen. He cleared his throat.</p><p> </p><p>Janky's guards tensed up. Then she slowly put the gun back in its holster beneath her overcoat.</p><p> </p><p>"$#!t, I was just playin'. All right, all right." She smiled. "So what's the terms, Kings?"</p><p> </p><p>"Thirty percent," said Jim-Bean. "And the opportunity to expand Machete's empire from coast to coast."</p><p> </p><p>Janky nodded. "All right. We'll see what Machete says."</p><p> </p><p>Hammer handed her a cell phone. "Call us on this. Any time. We'll pick up."</p><p> </p><p>Janky smiled. "You're a handsome boy, King," she said with a tone laden with innuendo. "I'll see you around."</p><p> </p><p>She strode out of the place with the guards in tow.</p><p> </p><p>"That went well," said Hammer.</p><p> </p><p>"Sure did," said Jim-Bean with a grin. "Let us know when your girlfriend calls you."</p><p> </p><p>Hammer rolled his eyes.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4527152, member: 3285"] [b]The Fortress: Part 1 – Get Cranky[/b] The music of the Soho Lounge vibrated around their private booth. Hammer, Jim-Bean, and Caprice were all there. Caprice was dressed as his Snow Dog persona, complete with "bitches" -- two vice agents named Mary and Sarah. They made pleasant conversation while they sipped their drinks. The DJ, Spiderpussy, played a pounding eighties mix. "I still can't believe you requisitioned cash...and got it." Hammer watched Jim-Bean drop a hundred dollar bill on a waitress' tray to cover the tab. Hammer was dressed in a Miami Vice-style jacket and pants. Jim-Bean looked more corporate. “I’m team leader on this mission,” said Jim-Bean. “We can’t just walk into Tang’s place like some garbage off the street. If we want to roll with the big boys we have to act like them. And that’s why we’re the Kings.” Caprice’s eyes scanning the entrance to the club. “The THREE Kings, yo.” His cistron beeped. He looked down. It was an instant text message. "Keys just did a background check on us.” “If the Three Kings are supposed to be so successful, we've got to look the part in person AND on paper,” continued Jim-Bean. “Thus the cold cash. Besides, we actually have a bit of history now…we WERE tied up in another drug raid…” Hammer patted the wound where he had been shot. “Don’t remind me.” He looked askance at the women. “I still think we should have hired prostitutes,” he said in a low voice to Caprice. “Vice cops are a liability we can’t afford to--” Caprice leaned back, put his arms around the two cops, and smiled. "They're here," he said, slipping into his persona as Snow Dog. A tall black woman with wild, staring blood-shot eyes entered the room. She wore a white overcoat. A posse of four smaller men followed behind her, all of them wearing shades. "It’s Janky Crank," said Hammer. After chatting with the bartender, Janky strode over to them. "You said you wanted to talk to Machete?" Hammer stood up. "That's right. You don't look like him." "If it's worth his time, you'll meet 'im," said Janky. "But first you meet with me." Caprice dismissed the two scantily clad women snuggling up to him with a nod of his head. They scattered, and Janky's men took a few steps back to give them some privacy. "And you are?" "Janky. Janky Crank. They call me that 'cause you don't wanna see me cranky." Janky grabbed Caprice's glass and slurped it, finishing off its contents. She slapped it down on the table. "So what's this deal you're talking about?" Jim-Bean cleared his throat. "Ah yes, Miss Cranky...you see, we were recently working with an organization on the West Coast that was trafficking in Blink--" "I know it," said Janky. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, she used it too. "And that operation was shut down. The Three Kings are looking for new opportunities--" "Three Kings?" Janky eyeballed Jim-Bean. "Never heard of you." "That'd be us," said Hammer gruffly. "My territory is Southern Cali. Bean's is Northern Cali. Snow Dog's is Hollywood." "Snow Dog?" Janky barked out a laugh. "Are you serious?" Caprice got to his feet, gesturing wildly. "Machete's just jerking us around. I'm not gonna take this s#!t from this bitch--" Janky's revolver was out in a flash, aimed at Caprice's forehead. "See what you made me do? Now I'm gettin' CRANK-AH!" Caprice slapped the pistol aside, which had the net effect of pointing Janky's pistol at Hammer's head instead. "See what I mean? Small time, yo. Let's go." Hammer tapped the barrel of his Glock under the table on Janky's knee. It was aimed at her abdomen. He cleared his throat. Janky's guards tensed up. Then she slowly put the gun back in its holster beneath her overcoat. "$#!t, I was just playin'. All right, all right." She smiled. "So what's the terms, Kings?" "Thirty percent," said Jim-Bean. "And the opportunity to expand Machete's empire from coast to coast." Janky nodded. "All right. We'll see what Machete says." Hammer handed her a cell phone. "Call us on this. Any time. We'll pick up." Janky smiled. "You're a handsome boy, King," she said with a tone laden with innuendo. "I'll see you around." She strode out of the place with the guards in tow. "That went well," said Hammer. "Sure did," said Jim-Bean with a grin. "Let us know when your girlfriend calls you." Hammer rolled his eyes. [/QUOTE]
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