"Not a plan so much as an anticipation of probable events," Junior agrees morbidly.  "Just once I'd like to be handed  a job that doesn't come down to a fight.  Or an argument.  Or a shouting match."<br/><br/>He tears into his share of the wings ravenously, slugging down the stout to clear the sinus-clearing burn of the sauce.<br/><br/>"It'd help if the Old Man cared about PR.  Which he doesn't."