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[b]Lucy's Diner, short time before abduction[/b]

Vincent was becoming paranoid. Not only had the client not turned up, but word is getting around about what happened at the bar. He didn't like what he was hearing. Best case scenario for him, the job was frame work and the client was running late. Worst case, the job was frame work, and the client had no intention of paying him anything for his services and may intend on killing him.

That's why he chose this diner as a meeting point for this job. He uses different places every job, and they are all public places where anyone can walk in and not be suspicious. Well, within reason. The place was fairly empty, just a few people finishing the graveyard shift mixes with people who start work early. That's one reason Vincent took this line of work, he can choose his hours.

Then, he spots a couple of big buggers in suits enter the front. With a glance he knew what the were, heavy hitters for one of the families. And he could guess which one. Bertinelli family. 

This could either be really good, or really bad. 

A couple more entered behind the first pair, and a few more came in through the back. They went up to the other patrons and whispered something in their ears. Whatever they said must have been good, because they left in a hurry, leaving only Vincent and the goons.

Yep, this is gonna go badly for him. Shit.

The approach him with caution, they don't know if he is armed or if he could take them all out without a weapon. He didn't intend to find out. When the first goon got withing arms length, he grabbed the man by his tie and slammed his face down onto the table he was sitting at. He grabbed the goons gun, pointed at the window, and fired.

The glass shattered and the goons went for their guns, but he was already out the window. He ran around the back of the diner and ran down a narrow alley. He looked behind him to see if they would follow, then he felt something hit him in the gut. He fell to the ground and clutched his stomach, and had enough time to see the the ring covered fist smack him in the face.

[b]Warehouse[/b]

He woke up with a major headache. He looked around to see where he was, but couldn't see. This panicked him for a moment, but only a small moment, until he realised he wasn't blind, just had his eyes covered. And his mouth. He heard footsteps, the clatter of a chair, then the tear of the tape from his eyes and mouth. That hurt, almost as much as his face did from the punch, and the gash reminded him of that.

He looked into the eyes of a woman he had never met but knew about. Helena Bertenilli. Well fuckballs.

She stared into his eyes for a few moments, probably searching for fear or anger on his part. He had none. The only look he had in his eye was that of curiousity and acceptance. He was curious about why she was here, what she wanted from him, where he was, but most importantly, why he was naked.

And acceptance for what may happen to him. He knew he would meet a bloody end some day, he just hoped they left his junk alone. 

When she started talking, he paid close attention to every word she said. She wanted answers, well so did he. And he would give some and hope to get some in return. 

"It's in your best interest to talk. So start talking." That's his que then.

"Well to start with it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Bertenilli, though I wish it were under better circumstances. There is nothing much I can tell you I am afraid. I do not know who hired me, I was given the job through the usual channels that I normally get work. It was a simple job, kill a guy to make a statement. The bigger it was, the more I would get paid. It was good pay and easy work, one job and I would have no need to work for a year. They also wanted me to whisper in the targets ear that it was your family that sent me. I did. I performed the job, made a big statement and laid low for a few hours till the meet. The client was a no show and, you can guess where it goes from here."

Vincent cleared his throat and wiggles around a bit. The chair was cold, and his legs were spread wide, he'd rather not think on why. Needless to say, his balls were freezing, and he was a bit embarrassed about being nude in front of people. But that could wait.

"Now, I have three questions for you before we continue on with this, Miss Bertenilli. Firstly, who told you it was me who took the job? Second, who told you where I would be? Thridly, can I get some pants please? A man like me being naked is unpleasant for everyone in this room, including me."