Joseph Tropiano (luckandchance) wrote in low_tide, @ 2010-01-19 22:14:00 |
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Payback's A Bitch
Joseph was many things, but forgiving was not one of those many things. To say he took being threatened personally was an understatement, retaliating almost in kind, but not exact.
A little splash of gasoline here and there followed by the striking of a match and suddenly a seedy bar turns into something beautiful, even if like most beautiful things it turns ugly in a matter of seconds.
Thankfully Joseph was far away enough before that happened.
Just far enough to enjoy the display.
He inhaled a mouthful of smoke and tipped his head back to exhale, watching it disappear into the dark sky above. He took one last look at the burning building and wondered just how fast the response time was on the emergency services these days? What? He didn’t want the drugs to burn up to the point where they couldn’t be identified.
Joseph had done his homework, he knew that the paper trail for his would be enemies led back to that building and he knew that their names were all over the signing instructions, it wouldn’t look good for the building they owned to be housing some serious drugs now would it?
That would be a drug charge on top of an arson charge and not to mention insurance fraud, just to sweeten the deal.
Joseph hung around for just long enough to hear the sirens before he left.
They could set the dogs on him, but Joseph would keep coming back with a vengeance, he had work to do and he intended on seeing it done, no matter what.
That was what he did.