::The West End?::

What-?!::An old man of rather plump neatly dressed disposition had faltered inches from the door with his widened grey eyes staring out towards his office?s desk. He had shivered and moved to retract away back through the door he entered in an attempt to run away. Turning sharply both his hands moved to rest against the frame, almost feeling some kind of heart attack coming on as two veeeeeeery tall and large muscular purple tuxedoed men stand between him and freedom. They even had a silly purple fedora hats on their heads too!::

::Sitting in his chair was a woman; well that much was sure! A large felt purple tophat on her head had tilted forward enough to cover a large portion of her face except the pouting purple lips, her long loooooong purple felt near waist length platform boots resting crossed atop of a stack of papers balancing perilously on the edge of his desk. Maybe it was the weight of her breasts that had her leaning forward a little? Pain in the back or what!
The woman had a hand extending out some ways from the high back leather chair erectly to her side, the chair was tilted back somewhat to accommodate her position and slowly her wrist moved up and down as that silver yo-yo bounced inches from the ground only to coil back into her clenched fist again and again.::

You weren?t home so we thought we?d let ourselves in, isn?t that right boys? ::The woman tilted her hat back from her crystal colored eyes that gazed at the old man softly considering she and her harem had just committed a breaking and entering felony. The horde of large men of different race and appearances all nodded all agreeing with a ?Sure did, Boss.?

W-what do you want? I am nothing more than a? O-old man? With a family business! T-take what you want but don?t harm me please! ::His protests would only come then when two of the woman?s mob would grasp both of his arms just above the elbow, urging him forward towards the desk.::

Don?t be silly, Sir, I am not here to harm you; it is not my style unless completely necessary. ::Swinging her legs from atop of the desktop to under the desk in one swift swing and swivel of the wheeled leather chair she gently placed down her yo-yo into her lap, clicking her fingers rather commandingly to one of the mobsters.:: Look Sir, we haven?t come here to not walk away without offering you a chance of a life time.

::The old man stiffened his composure, unsure to trust this? Oddly dressed female?:: What is it your? O-offering?

Protection! ::The woman chimed in sing-song, moving to stand with both hands pressed firmly to the desk?s edge.:: This place is full of dangerous people and creatures right? And with the not so recent deaths in the West End I believe you could benefit a little merger with our company. ::The clicking of the fingers made earlier was the unspoken signal to present the man with a silver briefcase, that very same mobster opening it up with two flicks of the latches to reveal what was inside? Lots and lots of that lovely Rhy?Din cash.:: I think this should cover the takeover?

::If that plump old man had a heart attack before then this time round he would surely die at such a sight! He never made this amount of money in eight years let alone in a few seconds! He ate up the spectacle for every moment he could until that briefcase was closed rather sharply by that woman?s hand. A piece of paper blocking his sight of his future money; damn right he would take it! Better than working until he?s too old to move.::

Now? ::The woman smiled. Waving the contract and a pen in front of his face.:: Do we have a deal?

::West End. The Docks. The Office.::

He wants to see me personally? Is he from one of the other families from earth? ?No? Have you checked him for any weapons? Okay ? did he say what he wants to talk about? I see? I see; okay send him up. Thanks Tommy, is there any other news I need to be informed of? ::Miss B wore her usual harlequin getup as she stood in the corner of her office using her newly bought coffee machine to pour herself a mug of the black tar looking fluid, looking a little suspiciously to the door as she awaited the arrival of her unexpected and unknown visitor! Her free hand moving the yo-yo up and down as usual!::

::Three days in total and already she had managed to take over two businesses. One storage commerce by buying out the owner and one shipping/docking industry by scaring and harming the now hospitalized owner. It was the skeleton needed for he future plans within Rhy?Din, wanting to branch out to the familiar industries of gambling and whorehouses like back home, raking in more money and underworld power for her gang; her family of thugs and lowlifes.::

So the docks have the capability to hold small sized ships for our cargo? Yeah? Good! Has all the warehouses been checked out now? And what about the nuclear waste? ? What you mean you can?t enter one of the warehouses? Quarantined? How much is that going too? How much?! ::She turned then huffing, sipping from her steaming as her clickety clicking click-click boots had guided her to her new found desk, slumping down into the chair. In the background those old wooden stairs were being ascended indicating that her visitor was just beyond that door. After a soft knock Miss B paused.::

I?ll call you back later, Tommy. We?ll find a cheaper way of disposing of the waste another time? Yes, yes bye? Bye Tommy. ::Click! Her clip phone is closed, leaning forward as she called out to the door:: Come in? ::Her yo-yo along with her mug of coffee placed down atop of the desk.::

::The door was hesitantly opened by a rather young man of not so well dressed fashion; kind of like all those people at the Inn that carried crude swords and the like!:: Miss B, is it?

::Elbows resting onto the desk her steeple?d fingers moved to rest against her nose, crystal eyes watching the young man out of extreme curiosity.:: That is me, what can I do you for? ::She pointed to the empty chair in front of her desk:: Please sit, won?t you?

::The young man suspiciously glanced on the chair in question, but took up the offer anyway as he walked across the room to sit down into it. When he was comfortable he directed his hands to rest calmly atop of his thighs.:: I am apart of the local militia and we have received a complaint from one Mr Webury that you had unlawfully forced him to sign a contract that handed over his prestigious family business over to you? Is this true?

Of course it isn?t, he signed the contract wilfully. ::And she sounded so sure of it too! It was obvious she was a good lair as her face gave nothing away.::

That?s not what he says? ::He eyed her angrily.:: Miss B, he is a very good friend of mine and I would very much doubt that he would lie to me on his hospital bed, crying. It?s quite possible he may never walk again?

::A flash of concern spread across her face and even seemed genuine.:: I am sorry to hear that, was he in an unfortunate accident?

He claims you ordered your thugs to break his kneecaps if he refused the takeover? What do you have to say in your defence, Miss B?

::Her hands parted the steeple, moving her hands as she spoke rather innocently.:: I don?t know what you are talking about.

Miss B... ::His voice cracked with stress and anger.:: We have three witnesses indicating that four men wearing the same colour as your gang were seen entering his house hours before his family called for help when they found him lying in a pool of his own blood and tears? Don?t act so dumb, Miss B. We know you have done this. You may be new to our great City but we as the militia will no longer tolerate your kind in the West End area.

::Her hands came together softly before her face, pushing her forehead down against her two extended thumbs.:: Officer-

Henry. ::The man interjected::

Henry? ::She stood, bringing the coffee mug up to her lips for a quick sip of the smouldering liquid.:: I understand that you may have a sense of concern for your friend, but what other evidence do you have that could possible link the accident directly to me?

I know it was you. He would never lie to me, Miss B.

And who else knows of your crazy accusation?

::Henry was losing his cool fast, his brow had now begun to perspire with his growing anger.:: I plan to take you with me Miss B, you can come peacefully or we can do it the hard way. Either way I shall see you behind bars for your crime.

You plan to turn me in already? ::Miss B picked up her yo-yo then in exchange for her mug of coffee, leaving that on the desk as she wandered from him and towards her door. The yo-yo being moved up and down. Up and down?:: That kind of attitude is exactly why your friend got hurt.

::The man called Henry stood then, angrily pointing his finger at her accusingly:: So you admit to these crimes? Miss B I am placing you under arrest!

::BANG! THUD!::

::Ring ring? Click.:: Yea? Boss?

I need someone to clean up some trash?

Shall I dump ?im in the ocean, Boss?

Tie him to a concrete block, Hunter, then throw him to the fishes. We don?t want him resurfacing. Oh and Hunter? Track down his family and give them my condolences, offer them some compensation.

Sure Boss ? no probs Boss, right on it Boss. ::Click.::