"I'll go get the doc and get you patched up, Tony."<br/><br/>There are some things that people can just never grow accustomed to. Biting into something cold that should be hot, stubbing your toe, turning a page in a book and finding out that the page with the big reveal was torn out. Antonio was in one of those situations right now. A bullet had found its way into his thigh and had taken up residence. The pain was excruciating to say the least, but at it seemed that it had at least missed a major artery. That was a relief, there'd be nobody to take care of Louie if he passed on simply because some kid got lucky with a gun.<br/><br/>The lamps that lit the metal table were blinding. They only added an extra layer of annoyance to the burning agony in his leg. He looked down at his hand, being held over his wound by the doorman. The bleeding had slowed but now his hand was covered in blood. What a bother. Besides the buzzing of the lights, he could hear the festivities of the Gomorrah just outside the door. The noise of raucous laughter brought a smile to his face along with a distant memory.<br/><br/>"So how did it go..."<br/><br/>His eyes cleared up and his smile fluttered off. A small scowl developed as he relived the recent past.<br/><br/>The unique scent of metal bars, oil, and sweat. The young man, no older than 20, was in a chair, unrestrained. The click of a door marked Antonio's entrance. The room was gray, drab, unadorned except for the metal table and a pair of chairs. Nothing should have gone wrong.<br/><br/>The scrape of a chair was followed by a resounding crack. A pause hung in the air before two more cracks pounded the air. A thud followed by a scream. A scream of agony, of prey brought down and doomed to die. Tears had already formed in the furious teen's eyes as the pain echoed in his body. The door opened with a bang. Tony looked at the shocked guard before pointing his pistol. "<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Out.</span>"<br/><br/>The smell of gunpowder hung about him as he proceeded to prod the kid for answers. All he got was sobs and whimpers. Each kick to the kid's knees elicited a scream. Apologies, begging, bargaining, it all fell on deaf ears. After enough time, he finally received an answer, "Thule". Antonio finally stopped before retrieving his revolver once again from the holster. The teen gave a final yelp before one last crack was heard in the room.<i>Inferno</i>was re-holstered as Black Tony limped out of the room.<br/><br/>"...Did you get the info she was looking for?"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">The kid only said 'Thule'.</span>"<br/><br/>The laughter and noise from outside was joined by a scratching at the door along with some faint whimpers. Antonio's scowl once again turned into a soft smile.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Please let Louie in, and if you may, can you get me a bit of liquor? I could definitely use some right about now.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>