The Gig [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

Big Tony wraps the sandwiches along with a pickle spear each, handing them over the counter. "Go get those crooks!" he says, cheerfully, with a wave. Vic smiles to himself as he tags after Tony (Andy?). Big Tony was always a mood lifter. That was half the reason Vic liked this particular drop spot. The other half being the free sandwiches, of course. A growing boy's got a big stomach.

[accalia]

Tony takes the sandwiches, and carefully avoids handing one to Vic until he's in the car and well out of sight of the counter.

"there we go, now to grab a thing or two from the house and then we plan a hole"

[yamikuronue]

"a... hole?" Vic asks, raising both eyebrows as he unwraps his sandwich.

[accalia]

"Big enough to drive a boat full of.. things... through" Tony confirms "We'll have them looking in the wrong places, see? Your message going to get to the right people in time?"

[yamikuronue]

"Oh. Yeah. Johnny's my brother, he's reliable." Vic nods a few times. "He taught me how to drive the boat. Used to take me out fishing."

[accalia]

"Ever been on a lobster boat?" Tony asks "We'll be borrowing my brother's boat, but it's a working boat so we'll have to get his traps too on the way back in. He'd skin me alive if i took the boat out and didn't get the traps, 's livelyhood, see?"

[yamikuronue]

Vic shakes his head. "No, we had a smaller boat." He keeps having to swallow his 'sir's -- being around The Boss too much, he guesses. No way he should be that deferential to some new guy who might turn them all in and leave Vic dead at the bottom of the ocean.

Wait, maybe not think too hard about that one right now.

[accalia]

"Hmm. well have to teach you on the run then. Good with your fingers? Fast hands?" Tony asks. An odd question that, but then Vic hasn't seen a lobster in the wild, they can be faster than one would expect, and those claws are every bit as dangerous as they look.

[yamikuronue]

Vic gets that teenage-boy smirk that indicates he's read another meaning into his words. "Yes, sir," he says, with an enthusiastic slur that leaves no doubt as to his meaning.

[accalia]

"Good, Then you'll probably be able to keep all your fingers. Nasty grip those lobsters have, if you let one grab a finger they might just keep it. Ah. we're here. Just a moment, what i need's just inside the door."

"Tony has stopped the car outside a... nondescript house... It's not fancy, or worn down, the lawn is kept neat, but far from immaculate. Other than the signs that teh house is tended by someone with an eye for doing a little work now to avoid more work later, but also to minimizing the work that gets done now, there are no signs of personality in the house.  It's a place for sleeping between bouts of working rather than a place to live in.

[yamikuronue]

Vic nods, his unpracticed eye skimming over the house without snagging on anything in particular. So he owns a house. Neat.

[accalia]

Tony's in the house barely five seconds, doesn't even bother closing the door. He just grabs something from the wall just inside the door and something off the table before returning to the car. He's holding a folder in one hand and a slightly more battered version of the dusty grey fedora he's wearing in the other.

"Here Vic, It'll keep the worst of the weather off you and make sure everyone knows you're with me should someone question you when i'm not available to reply." Tony says handing the hat to Vic, it's a little on the big side for Vic's head, but only by about an inch, it's still plenty wearable.

[yamikuronue]

Vic pulls the hat on, balancing it precariously and checking the positioning with his hands. Oh, to be young and concerned about your appearance so overtly again...

[accalia]

"Right then on to the" And Tony is interupted by the radio.

'Dispactch calling T21, Dispatch calling T21, What's your twenty, over."

"Ah Crap,..." Tony mutters as he reaches for the mic "Dispatch, this is T21. I an enroute to home plate via the big cheese and toast, ETA five minutes. Over"

"T21, Confirmed. Get the lead out, Captain wants to talk to you ASAP. Over"

"Roger that, Dispatch. Over." Tony replies before snapping the mic back onto its holder. "Well..... That can't be good. What does the old geezer want this time?" Tony complains as he revs the engine for a bit more speed.

[yamikuronue]

Vic freezes. What should he do? He can't let the guy get away, but he can't just waltz into the Captain's office like it's no big deal either.