If I can make it there Who: Big Tobacco (_cavendish_) & Wall Street (upanddown) What: You expired the second your sticky fingers touched Mister Avis' money, bo. Where: Abandoned warehouse, NYC When: July, 1926 Warnings: Big T, Wall Street, violence.
Today hadn't been a good day for Joe Malloy. When he'd got up in the morning, he'd had a feeling that he ought to stay in bed and now he knew he should have. Hands tied at the wrists, raised high above his head, he was dangling from the ceiling of an old, decayed warehouse, like a slab of meat. The cloth he'd been gagged with was getting more damp by the minute, going from slightly damp to soggy.
He stared at the two men by the car, trying not to think about what they were talking about or what they would pull out of that trunk. It couldn't be anything good. One of his kidnappers was Donald Cooper, high ranking member in Stephen Avis' organisation. Slightly unhinged if the stories about him and his cigar pliers were true. The other one was Finn Darcy, Avis' right-hand man, and nobody doubted for even one second that all the stories about him were true. That vulpine smile and hard glint in his slitted eyes said it all.
Having to deal with just one was bad enough. Having them both lavish their attention on Joe... Well, needless to say that Malloy had screwed up big time.
"He's gonna piss himself any second now," Wall Street drawled, burning cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. "Wanna go first?"