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Vincent got dressed, calm as a cucumber. He held no grudge agaisnt the Bertenilli family, it was just buisness. He understood. What he hated, was the fact that he wasn't paid for the hit he performed. That pissed him off more than anything else. 

Then the chest full of gold was flopped open. He stared at it with open greed, and a practically drooling mouth. That was a lot of gold. It would make a lot of money.

All he had to do was take revenge. He reached out to touch the gold, then paused, and stood back up. He had been given a similiar offer before for a similiar job, that went tits up. Lots of people died because of that. If he took it and failed, he'd be their bitch at best, dead in a gutter at worst.

"Think you can do that?" An obvious question with an obvious answer. He looked at the gold chest, and slammed the lid closed.

"Keep your money, this is a personal matter for me now. My reputation is on the line for this fuck up. If people think they can get me to work for no pay, no one will pay. And example will be made of this fucker."

He walked past Helena and made his way up the stairs, without looking back at her he shouted to her.

"Consider my payment for this job already paid in full. After all, you left me alive. That is enough." 

He walked out to the middle of the warehouse and waited, he could only leave if she allowed him to. He didn't want to get gunned down by trigger happy goons.
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"Good luck!" Helena shouted back, as Arturo closed, locked, picked up the case. They all filed out after Helena and Arturo, one by one, each mobster getting into their vehicle and driving off. The sound of the Ferrari roaring to life and peeling out and away from the old factory came first, followed by more mundane engines coming to life. All the SUVs left; since Vincent denied the money, surely, their logic went, he denied the offer of a ride home too. 

Helena let half a hundred thoughts invade her, filling her consciousness with too many thoughts, too many impulses, too many questions that couldn't be answered. Quite frankly, it was a blessing to her when the phone went off and it was Alfred Pennyworth. "What's up, Al?"

"Miss Helena, we've located one of the vigilantes Master Bruce wanted dealt with, and it seems this vigilante has gotten himself in trouble."

Helena smirked. "Oh, yeah? What'd he do, Al? Get into a fight with some Jokerz, try to bust one of Penguin's arm deals, get trapped in one of Riddler's little tr--"

"--he happened upon a direct line to Talia al'Ghul."

The Ferrari came to a screeching stop that put more G forces on Helena than a jet aircraft in cruise would have. The car rumbled under her touch, unhappy with coming to a sudden stop, unhappy if it was doing anything but going fast. She ignored it, her mind now only having one thought. One thought that was on repeat: 

[i]He's dead.[/i]

Alfred must have thought so, too, otherwise why call her? The Huntress had dealt with the League before. She was probably to come out alive each time, let alone claiming any sort of victory. Talia would have listened to Bruce...but only Bruce. And the man wasn't around to reason with her. 

"Yeah, send me his details. I'm not that close to one of my lairs, I'm a little...uh, out of the way...had to deal with a...thing."

She only hoped Alfred didn't already know what she was up to before he called. "There is an auxiliary cave close to you, I'll send you the location and unlock it for you."

"How's that help the Huntress, Al? What, Bruce got one of my suits," [i]or made his own version of it for me[/i], "and stored it in various Batcaves around the city just in case I ever--" Helena sighed, and pushed down on the gas pedal, just slightly irritated by it. "--of course he did, what am I even saying? Thanks, Alfred."

[i]Your life better be worth saving Razor Bat.[/i]