After Stasia had left, he began to get ready. This job had a dress code. And it was a little out of the norm. But it wasn?t the first time he?d be doing a job like this. Instead of a wifebeater, he walked to his closet where only a few suits sat, three pant slacks and three dress shirts. The tie was draped around the hook part of the hanger on each dress shirt.

They were differing colors, consisting of neutral tones. In nothing but simple boxer briefs, he combed through the grand total of 3 options. His kilt also hung at the end, the one he wore for mostly dressy occasions. Hank settled for a black dress shirt with black slacks and a silver tie. A few moments later, he walked in front of the mirror to adjust the tie in the slightest while wearing formal wear.

But he wasn?t done getting dressed yet. He walked to his gun safe and reached for the leather holsters that dangled emptily from the door itself once opened. He wore a double holstered shoulder holster, finding two 6 inch hunting knives. One was tucked under his belt to the side by his hip, and the other was tucked under the belt as his back. The guns he chose for the holsters were Smith & Wesson M&P?s .40?s.

Hank dabbed some cologne on his neck and on his wrists, as well as across his chest before he finally headed out. The man even wore his only pair of dress shoes.

He hoped into his now mismatching truck and drove for the nicer part of town. But not for housing, for.. recreational activities. He was off to the casino. A walky talky hooked up to his truck?s radio suddenly beeped to life before a male voice came through.

?Subject is in the casino. Repeat, subject spotted in the casino. Where?s Tank??

And that was his cue, ?Tank here. Is he alone??

?Yeah, he?s at the poker table. We contacted the casino staff. We have their support.?

Hank nodded. The man on the other line had a knack for being the diplomat in the group. He talked others into cooperating with them with the least amount of blood.

?Good. I?m on my way now. What?s the order?? Things did tend to change, and he liked triple checking.

The man paused a long time. Hank glanced at the walky-talky, curious while he drove.

?He knows where the money is. We need him to tell us where it is. That?s all.?

Hank nodded. This would be a little trickier. ?I?ll be dhere in 5.?

When he arrived, two other men that also wore nice suits were waiting with him. They would blend right in as a couple of bachelor?s looking to blow some cash. And the two of them stayed together until all but Hank parted to go opposite directions. They?d be the hidden aces up Hank?s sleeve. Security was contacted by the other two men, which meant the one poker table got loosely surrounded by men that were in on the score. Hank, however, was the one that approached the guy. The others were simply on standby.

?Hey pal. Can I tawk tuh yuh for a second?? He placed a hand on the guy?s shoulder, and he looked at one of the security guards who were the closest to signal them to talk to the dealer. The dealer was called over and whispered to when the man turned to look at Hank.

The man of interest was a fatter gentleman, with a gruff beard and a gray suit. He looked like some form of degenerate or another. But the man looked at Hank with doe eyes that were answer enough that Hank wouldn?t have to play coy for too much longer. With his hand on his shoulder, a barrel was suddenly pressed to the man?s back, Hank whispering in his ear. ?It?s urgent.?

The man stood up sharply, and the dealer returned, dealing the cards while skipping the spot of the man that was now standing. Hank had a grasp on him that concealed the gun from an untrained eye, and he brought an arm around his shoulders with an eerily fond smile. They looked like dear friends, as Hank walked them to the back of the casino. ?We just have a few questions, yuh know??

Hank even acted the part of a good chum of his. He gave fond pas to his shoulder, a squeeze to his arm, and stayed close as they walked. They indeed looked like buddies, save for the man?s face of anxiety. ?You have somet?ing dhat isn?t yours. Yuh know dhat, right?? He pressed the gun harder into the man?s spine, causing the man to trip a little before the man?s eyes darted around this way or that frantically.

?Judgin? by dhat stare, yuh do. Good.? They were almost out the door, and the men in khaki security uniforms followed after him along with the two other suited men. ?We?re goin on a ride. Somewhere intimate, where we can have some privacy. Dhat okay wit you?? The man looked like he was ready to faint, or piss his pants. Sweat was over the fatter man?s face, and he followed along until Hank walked to the black Van parked out back. The two suited men walked ahead of him, and opened the back doors. They hopped into the van, and Hank shoved the man into the van, four arms lunging into the man to restrain him with rope.

Hank turned to the very cooperative security guards and shook each of their hands. ?T?anks boys. It was nice and quiet cuz of you?s guys.? With every shook hand was a hidden folded bunch of papers, something they both liked. In fact, something they all liked. They both nodded, smiling to Hank and walked back inside. ?Have a good night!? And they both cried out, ?You too!?

That was when the frenzied cries of pain and panic came from the van, along with shuffling against the walls. Hank was the driver of the van, taking them to a sullied building that was evacuated due to horrid living conditions. He used it a lot, even cleaned the floor he chose to work.

A bag was thrown over the man?s head, and the two men hopped down from the van after opening the back doors dragging the fatter man out. His arms were handcuffed behind his back, and his knees hit the pavement and sagged up the steps.

Hank followed after them and brought them to the 2nd floor. The bag-headed man was thrown into a corner and he was yanked to sit at a chair with ties of the wrist.

?So, now dhat we got yuh attention, why don?t yuh tell me where the bag of money is? All you?s had to do was drop it off where we told yuh. And what do you?s do? Yuh make us look like jackasses.?

With a nod of his head, the two of the other men began to slam fists into his face and abdomen. Hank lit a cigarette idly until the man?s cries of pain and agony were near whimpers.

?Dhat hurts my feelings.? He watched and stood tall before the man that was now sagging into his chair. ?So tell us where it all is, and we can be friends again. Yuh don?t want any bad blood between us do ya?? And it was then that there was more pain inflicted on the man that had more cries of pain and gags of blood heaved out of his mouth from the blows.

Hank stayed uninvolved, waiting for the man to be decently broken before continuing. They always needed to be pulps; they had to believe there was no way out beyond the more permanent ways favored by those who write suicide notes. Hank walked away from the scene of brutality to another chair a few feet away. In front of that chair is an ice bucket. He dipped his finger in and whipped it back out and nodded to the men to halt the beating to bring the man to the next throne.

?Alright pal. Well we know it?s hawd to talk with a collapsed lung and a beat up face, so?s I got dhis nice t?ing set up fuh yuh up here.? The man still had the black bag over his head and was bound to the next chair. The guys stood back, kneeling at the ice bucket. And a dress shoe landed on the guy?s back. Hank?s nice shoe was on the other man?s now dirtied jacket. ?Cool off, it?ll help wit? yuh face swelling up.? And he gave a swift kick for the man to plunge into the bucket with the pulling thrust of the two men. Furious bubbles raised in vicious protest by the man whose voice of pleas and screaming was reduced to distorted quiet bubbles.

Hank waited a minute until finally signaling to pull the man?s head from out of the bucket. It was water torture, but a little different. The man?s coughing and sobbing, head shaking until Hank was the one that pulled off the soggy rag on top of his head. The men braced the men tightly by the shoulders and arms. The man looked more like a lumpy bumped amalgam of broken flesh than the man that was so nervous before. Hank?s sleeves were rolled up at the elbows by then and he put the man?s neck in a lock around the skull to clinch.

Suddenly, the man?s ties had come undone, and his hands rushed to Hank?s forearm to try to break free. As much as it was inconvenient, Hank was still stronger than the stringy man that had stolen the drug money that he was formerly in charge of delivering. ?Look, yuh sh*t.. I don?t give a rat?s ass if you chill yourself to sleep down in dhe ice. I just care about dhe money. And I?m hoping yuh do too by now. So how about it?? The man buried his fingertips into his arms deep enough to bruise.

The man was like, ?It?s in my house! In the safe! Christ!? But Hank was never convinced. He did release the man?s neck from the head lock, but soon pummeled his elbow into the back of his head. ?Yuh gonna lead my boys to where dhe money is. And I?m giving my boys? permission to stuff you in dhe safe if yuh lead us on a wild goose chase. Got it? Is dhat yuh final answer??

The man was nodding frantically, and panting out a mumbled and breathy array of yes with affirmations. ?Alright, field trip kids. I?m gonna go on a ride until I get a cawll back dhat we got dhe money. If it?s dhere, I?ll come ovuh tuh pick it up.?

And the group of three sets of footsteps with one sagging pair of knee caps was finally taken out the building. Hank stayed behind to turn off the lights and drain the tub, but joined them down below few moments later.

?Cawll me, and I?ll come pick it up. I?ll be around.? It was a safety precaution more than an act of laziness. Should there be an ambush, one could report back to the boss about it and gather backup. And the man had only a little while left until the night was over.