Who: Jason Mendoza and Alfie Solomons What: Alfie's arrival into Madison When: Saturday evening Where: The fountain in the center of town Jess says there's one, blame her Rating: Language, blood, talk of death, general anarchy.
It was a beautiful afternoon, the seagulls were doing what they were supposed to do, the waves too, everything was running smoothly. All except Tommy Shelby. The lad had pointed a particularly large pistol at Alfie not more than forty seconds ago, leveled it right up gangster style, but the bastard hadn't yet pulled the trigger. And oh how Alfie wanted Tommy to pull the trigger and just end it here and now. He'd done all in his power to make sure the man wanted to, and would, shoot him.
'Doctor said I've got cancer, riddled wif' it actually.. He showed me a photograph, even. So I said Margate an' 'ere I am...'
But Tommy, bless his stupid-as-shit heart was talking over him, demanding Alfie look at him before he pulled the trigger, something about honor, blah blah blah... Not man enough to just do the job properly and watch Alfie's dog Cyril when Alfie was gone, like a good lad. Cyril was going to be very upset when Alfie was gone, Tommy owed him that.
'Fuckin' get on wif' it, alright? Stop actin' like a li'l girl, yeh?'
Bang. It happened in a split second. Alfie turning to fire the pistol that was hidden inside his coat pocket. Alfie saw the bullet strike the younger man's side and then Tommy reflexively firing his own pistol.. Alfie's world crashing into darkness.
The darkness ebbed like the now nonexistent tide Alfie had been listening to moments before, replaced instead by a light breeze and a definite nip in the air. The warm sands of the beach exchanged suddenly for the feeling of a foreign but frozen surface. Vaguely, Alfie realized he was sitting, propped up inelegantly against something as equally hard as what was under him. Head bowed to his chest, Alfie felt the warm trickle of blood on the left side of his face, but no pain associated with it. Another botched job by Thomas. In a hopeful 'ignorance is bliss' situation, Alfie chose to keep his eyes closed for the time being. It didn't feel like this place was the fiery pits of hell he had been destined for. Actually, it seemed more like what Alfie would imagine Antartica was. Maybe once he opened his eyes, he'd even see a fucking penguin waddle by or a juggling polar bear. Whatever the hell they did in the Antarctic.