Realistic or Modern Gangs of Birmingham - IC Thread [Open & Accepting]

[ReverseTex]

The Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Dr. Richard Finley
Misty Gray BasDorcha ​

Something about Robert’s demeanor seemed off. He couldn’t quite place it at first; his brother’s usual bravado seemed lackluster. Richard raised a brow when his brother went for a cigar, clearly defying the house rules Caroline established long ago. Had he lit a cigarette years ago, he would’ve been flogged! When invited to take one, he raised a hand to shrug away the opportunity. Cigars were always Robert’s poison; he preferred a cigarette if he had the choice. But it had been well over two decades since he quit. If circumstances were to change, that’d be his own silent cry for help. His brother’s snarky remark about Caroline’s absence further indicated something was seething under the surface. “I think London missed her, not the other way around.” He retorted, subtly hinting at his wingman’s ill-mindset. “I’m sure the family arrangements take time, Rob. You know how it is…” he trailed, not wanting to bring up Charles.

Before he could finish, Robert finished his drag and blatantly commented on Caroline’s unlikely return. “That’s bollocks? You can’t be serious!” Richard’s tone rose, careful not to be loud enough in case Dean waltzed in. His brother explained, and he silently listened, his mind trying to find a solution to the problem at hand. However, he saw none as soon as the will came into question. “Shit, Robert. I wish you had told me sooner.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The events of the night were already stressful on top of his campaign, but this certainly added another layer. “Don’t kick yourself about it now; best do what you’re best at and solider on.” He heard the front door open after his remarks, cutting the conversation short. He’d get a hold of Carol and sort this out. For the family’s sake, the marriage couldn’t fall apart despite Robert’s wrongdoing.

Richard opted to remain seated, his leg being the primary motivator. Though he was off crutches, the brace he wore over his pants kept his leg awkwardly positioned. Moving around was difficult enough, and a mere polite welcome could be excused for now. “Glad you made it, Dean,” Richard warmly smiled. The previous conversation and stress were pushed back in his mind. This needed his full attention. Gratefully, he took the small box Dean bestowed and sent a glance to Robert. A peace offering? At the same time, Richard opened the box to reveal a twin watch. A light chuff of amusement escaped him, the gift reminding him of his and Caroline’s watch present. “Looks sharp, Dean. Cheers.” Richard mused, politely removing his current watch to wear the new one. Perhaps the night could be civil.

As he switched time pieces, Robert's previous frosty attitude resurfaced. Richard knew it was out of love, in a sense. Sure, his brother had his own reservations about Dean’s disappearance. The trio were dear friends. But the brotherly bond fueled deeper frustration. Robert wanted vindication for the emotional pain Richard endured. Caroline fought it in her own way, and Dean handled it well. But now, this was his own fight. He flashed a curious glance at Dean, a bit amused by the hostility. He wasn’t going to call off his brother for this; Robert needed to let off a little steam.

 

[BasDorcha]

Electric Lounge

- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham -​

Alfred Walker

The tension in the room was thick, but Alfie chose to ignore it. It was all about faking it till you made it, eventually he would really be as confident as he was portraying to be. His idea, this great peace treaty he could foresee in the future, would be hard fought for, but it started right here in this little room. It started today. He was still mad at Sully for bringing his sister into this bullshit, but other than that, he held no real grudges. After all, Felicity had a way of putting herself in the worst situations if she put her mind to it, and Alfie had little doubt that she brought this on herself as much as Sully dragged her into it if not more so. He had wanted her to be here tonight but Robert had flat out denied it at this point. He had tried to talk some sense into his father, but the conversation hadn't made a lot of headway yet. It was going to take some time to figure out how to either work around, or through Robert to give his sister more control to her pet project.

Over the weeks he had been supplying her with steady updates, trying to bring her around to working with him instead of feeling like he had stolen it from her - something he certainly did NOT DO. More like it was forced upon him. He didn't want to deal with something this big, this quick, that took not only the Walker's to deal with but also the Fletchers. It was a long term goal but it had suddenly been pushed forward. Alfie thought of everything they had done to push this product. Felicity had been given a small supply to unload at the hotel from the main supply that went to the Walker's, while Tony and Sully dealt with their portion of the stock.

Felicity was doing a good job at the moment. He looked at the men across the bar and wondered how they had managed. As Tony warned him that he'd become his father is he wasn't careful, he grunted, unable to deny that Charles did that exact same thing. As Sully asked him about Felicity, he gave him a begrudging look, "Same as always. Mad at me, wants to skin my backside." Alfie sat down, waving down a waiter for a drink. "To business though… Felicity would kill me for talking about her without her here to correct me."

As he looked over at Tony, he chewed his lip, thinking about how they were going to tackle this. "Felicity isn't talking much at the moment, and my dad is… well, you know how he can be. At the moment, I have two plans to put into action to at least buy us some breathing room. First, this stuff is to strong for the general buyer - we're going to need somewhere to cut it down some so people stop dropping like flies. Secondly, we need to try to find a few bulk buyers so we can move the majority of the weight easier, also means less we have to cut down. Then, we need to find out everything we can about Russo, his business, how he works, and we're going to find a way out from under this." He looked up at Tony, his eyes giving a more serious glance. "It might even be good to try and get someone inside his organization to help us get more details."

He waited to see how the Fletcher's reacted, giving them a chance to respond.


Misty Gray - Tony
BeyondDandy - Sully

 

[purplecowdutch]

View attachment 1179117View attachment 1158764Jackie Walker - scott's bar - vinny , scott neverbackdown


Scott playfully greeted Jackie, joking about how they just let everybody in tonight. Jackie normally wouldn't be able to crack a smile but since he just had a massive bump, he gave the man a friendly smile.

Scott and Jackie got along pretty well, Jackie saw him more than any of the other Walker members. He was straight-forward and had a clear mind, something Jackie lacked.
The two of them sat down together but Scott shrugged away the fact they had spotted Vinny McConnel. Even though he trusted Scott his judgement, he trusted his own more. Jackie didn't even listen to the words coming out of Scott's mouth but he gave him a reassuring nod as if he was listening before dragging him along at his shoulder.

They knew each other and Vinny let out a chuckle, Jackie felt like those cartoons, steaming out his ears.
Though he felt stressed out and depended on some overpriced white powder, only his hand was showing it as his hand lightly trembled when grabbing his drink. ourbon is for the forged, whiskey is for the gospel,' he remarked at the man who thought he had the audicity to change his order and put his hand on Stacy's back.

Stacy was easy unlike Beth who had class, money and style, it frustrated him that he'd still be attracted to girls like Stacy. He didn't want someone who was doing better than him, he wanted to feel better than them.
They took the shot, all four of them, Stacy included. If Vinnie was actually spying for the boss, he wouldn't get drunk. He was smarter than that, right?...

Scott asked him if the boss was off, Jackie hadn't even though of that but was a little relieved when he heard the reason. Good side, Robert wasn't ten feet near the club, bad news, Vinny wanted to '''let loose'', whatever that'd mean.
Jackie's eyes wandered off for a second, his head felt like a mist of fog at times. He really needed the restroom but he couldn't leave Scott alone with that scum.

A full night? With McConnel? Jackie almost looked at Scott begging for any kind of excuse before he stopped thinking and shrugged. 'Depends on if you can keep up,' he quickly added, scuffing a bit as he said it. He would be no match, Jackie was tough even though he might not look it, he certainly had stamina.

When he spoke about the gala, Jackie bit the inside of his lip. Did he want to know something about it? Jackie was sitting with the major at dinner and it could've been suspicious or that he saw Tony Fletcher personally get arrested with front seat views and so did Scott.

His suspicious grew but he slightly nod, 'maybe it's a lucky coincidence then,' he now added a little less daring as he grabbed onto Scott's blouse. 'I'm going to use the loo, give me five.'

Franctically Jackie started splashing his face with the ice cold water in the sink, somehow these drinks were already hitting him and not gently either. He took two big bumps of the palm of his hand before fixing his hair in the mirror. He was a little vain, perhaps.

When he got back Vinny was still there and so was Scott, Scott never told the truth about Stacy but Jackie didn't mind. He probably thought Vinny was influential, more intimidating and smarter than Jackie but he was wrong at that too.
'You know what's funny,' Jackie announced, grabbing his drink to wash away any after taste, 'me and Stacy actually met as well. A few times.'
Jackie was too messed up to tell if there was any tension but occasionaly looked at Scott as some sort of measurement. 'Scott introduced us but I think it's for the best we don't see each other a lot anymore,' Jackie gave Stacy a slight smirk before punching Scott playfully on the arm. 'But I guess tonight, history must remain history,' he blurted before pointing his finger at the waitress, a signal for another round of shots.

 

[neverbackdown]

Birmingham Central Police Station
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Victoria "Rory" Fletcher
​

As Robert confirmed that he was not there to punish her, the relief she felt could be seen on both her posture and expression. With the fear of attack now gone, Rory pulled her legs under her so she was sitting cross legged on the bed and listened intently as Robert spoke to her. It did not go unnoticed that he had failed to mention his actual reason for being there but that was something Rory would have to deal with later, right now she kept her mouth shut and listened to what he had to say.

As he confirmed that he believed her, Rory gave a small but defeated smile as she nodded slightly in response. Apart from her family, she knew he was probably the only other person who would believe she was innocent but what she couldn't figure out was why. Robert had always been lenient with the Fletchers and she knew that but she could never understand why. He had the power to destroy a person and yet nothing bad seemed to really happen to them. Tony had been released from prison after the Gala, hell Robert even let her go with her gun after the Mick fiasco, it just didn't seem to line up in her head that was until he said her mothers name.

Rory glanced up a bit too quickly as the mention of her mother, a flame of curiosity burning in her eyes as she finally believed she had put the pieces together, was Robert having an affair with my mother? The thought alone made her head spin and so she quickly pushed it out of her mind, deep down down into the abyss to never be remembered again. As if her mother would get with him, she was just being stupid and it was obvious the consequences she was facing was really starting to take a toll on her.

As Robert offered her freedom, Rory couldn't help but show the shock on her expression, an eyebrow raised before a more skeptical look took over her features as she stared at him for a moment to get her thoughts in order. "As much as I appreciate the gesture" she mused thoughtfully "what are you getting out of this or is it all purely for my mother's benefit?" she questioned. She wished that she could believe in him, that she could be the type of girl who would jump up and hug him and thank him for helping her out but that was not the person Rory ever was or ever will be. She knew too well that people always expected something in return, always had a trick waiting up their sleeve to trip you up or trap you and while the offer was exactly what she needed, Rory just couldn't believe it to be true.

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Int:
Misty Gray - Robert

 

[BasDorcha]

The Walker Residence

-Edgbaston, Birmingham-​

Dean Walters

If Robert was going to kill him, might as well get on with it, starting with the cutting jibes. Dean at least had the good sense about him to look properly reprimanded, his eyes flinching as he dropped them quickly away at the comment about him being a few more minutes late then the rest of them. He swallowed hard, looking around to see Richard with a warm smile on his face. Instantly some of his nerves eased, his shoulders relaxing. That is, until he saw the brace on his leg. A startled look flashed in his eyes, but the men pushed on, not giving him a chance to question it at the moment. He gave Richard a look saying, Tell me about this?

Dean snagged a cigar, though not his preferred toxin of choice it gave him something to do with his hands and he desperately needed it. A few clips and a light later, he helped himself to a seat on the couch and took a long drag, nodding a thanks to Robert as he twisted the thing in his fingers anxiously. He had a lot to explain and a lot to make up for, and he knew Robert was going to put him through the ringer to get it all out of him. He watched as the men opened the small boxes, a light blush appearing on the tips of his ears as he tried to not react at all to them opening the things he had gotten over a decade ago for them. When it seemed to pass both of their inspections, he let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. The smile on their faces, as well as Richard immediately putting it to use, brought a boyish grin to his face as he bit his lower lip and drug it through his teeth. Mentally, he couldn't help thinking that was one hurdle he could count crossed.

It was Robert's scathing words that kept the red in his ears and spread it down his neck though it never reached his neck. Twisting the cigar again, harder this time to a point it almost unraveled it, he forced himself to stop and look up taking his friends eyes in his own and giving a slight small nod as if to say he was right. "It wasn't always a habit you know, but the excuses stop here. Well, they stopped a bit ago, but you guys wouldn't know that." He looked at Richard again, needing that warmth and support he felt just seeing him, before turning back to Robert. "I don't plan on leaving again, if that's what you think. I'm not the same dumb kid I was back then. Much like everything around here, everyone around here, I've grown older, and I've realized some very big mistakes I made. I'm here to do what I can to repair old wounds and do better going forward. I'm sure there's questions, for both of you, and I'm happy to explain anything you want me to, to answer anything you want to ask."

He gave Robert a solemn but steady gaze, his normal laughing and easy going demeanor hidden away as he knew this was the moment that would determine how much he'd be allowed back into the lives of the people he had missed so much. Richard had been easy, he knew just how to butter him up and start fixing those wounds. Caroline hadn't been as vicious as she thought she was, and she had gave him a soft in with them as well, but Robert was like cracking diamond - it would take more than a scratch to crack him. Still, as serious as he was, as he leaned back and reclined into the couch, right ankle propped on his left knee, arm slung over the arm of the couch with the cigar moving casually to his lips and down again mechanically, he looked like his normal self, just a little less smiley.

He wanted to smile. He wanted to be joking and off handed with everything and let it all roll off like he normally did, but something about Robert always made him feel like a child being chided by the principle when he was in trouble. He knew Robert would not take lightly to him treating the whole situation as something less than it was - a mistake. He should never have ran. He should have told Robert why. He should have explained to both of them his decision. Back then it seemed an easy choice but now it seemed like a cage holding him back and he wanted out of it, he wanted to move forward, he wanted to fly again - and there was no one he wanted more by his side then these two.

Misty Gray - Robert
ReverseTex - Richard[/I][/I]

 

[Misty Gray]

The Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Robert Walker​

It became clear to Robert that Richard wasn't going to try stop him from putting Dean on the spot. At least he didn't have to consider if he was upsetting his brother in this process. The tension clearly hit Dean, though. He could see it written all over the man's body language. Soon enough, he made eye-contact and spoke up in response to Robert's cutting comments.

Dean gave his assurance he wasn't planning on leaving, stating he'd grown older and now wanted to repair old wounds. Robert observed as the man reclined back in the seat, taking on a more casual and relaxed position as he smoked the cigar. Robert had offered that to him and by having the catch up in the living room had made it a relaxed setting. Despite, that for some reason it grated on him seeing Dean look so comfortable for the moment. Even though it was the textbook Dean he'd known those years ago, he wasn't feeling so tolerant of him yet.

"I'm glad to hear that you have no intentions of leaving. You and Richard have a lot of catching up to do." Robert fell silent as he recalled how Caroline had kept pushing for him to invite Dean over so they could repair their broken friendship. Deep down, he'd agreed with her that it needed to be done and the three of them sitting in the lounge now could all be friends again, maybe close as they had been during their war days. But so much had happened since then and Robert wasn't even certain they would have anything in common now. Dean wouldn't understand the gravity of the business he was involved in. He was likely better off not knowing.

"I have nothing to request of you, Dean. You're back in Birmingham and you are well. I'm glad to hear it," he bluntly told him. "There's little that can be solved here tonight. You swanned off out of our friendship, without explanation, a long time ago and that kind of betrayal can't be fixed in one evening. Where was the loyalty in that?" He paused, trying to push aside his own feelings. "Do you have work here to keep you afloat?" he asked, wanting to assess just how stable Dean's commitment to being home was. "The distance between our two worlds has only grown further since your absence and I suspect mine is a world you don't want to find yourself caught up in." After shaking his head, Robert motioned to Richard, who he believed deserved Dean's assurances more. "That's not to say there aren't any questions and explanations to given, but this isn't about me."

ReverseTex (Richard) BasDorcha (Dean)

 

[Misty Gray]

Electric Lounge
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Tony Fletcher and Lewis Ramsey​

Tony turned to look at his brother when he suggested they found someone else who could sell Russo's product. "Oh yeah?" he curiously asked, mulling over the thought. "Do you happen to have anyone in mind to do that?" As Tony thought on the idea himself, the only contacts he could come up with who would be on board wouldn't be based in Birmingham and so they would require any of the profits. Not that it felt an issue at present, as their main objective was getting Russo off their own backs.

Tony smirked when Alfie pointed out that Felicity wanted to skin her brother's backside. "Maybe if we have a next time, your sister can join us." Having had enough cold conversations with Robert and the odd unpleasant exchange with Caroline, Tony doubted anything about Felicity could shock him. Maybe she'd even be a voice of reason, despite her frosty aura.

However, Alfie explained how Felicity wasn't saying much at present. It seemed like she'd been cut out of the Russo business despite being the one to get them into it, along with Sully. "Agreed," Tony spoke up when Alfie pointed out the drug they were shifting was too strong. He supposed cutting the product would bring in more profit along the way. "I have contacts outside of Birmingham. Whilst they could help shift a fair bit, we shouldn't expect to gain much from it in return."

With talk of finding out more about Russo and getting someone inside the man's organisation, one person around the table received Tony's stare at that point. "Sully. You brought Russo onto our doorsteps. What can you tell us about this jumped up prick?" he calmly asked his brother. "How did you know to get in touch with him to begin with?" he probed.

BeyondDandy (Sully) BasDorcha (Alfie)

 

[Misty Gray]

The Platinum Lounge - Office
- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham, England -

Scott Ashworth​

Scott couldn't help but grin when Vinny mentioned how Robert had left him to check in on the ladies at the club. "Oh, I'm sure he did," he knowingly remarked. He was by now aware of how much their boss liked women, even if the man was married. "I won't say no to a boys night given I don't have to babysit any VIPs tonight," he agreed with Vinny's suggestion. Often, the club was reserved for private guests; ones of political importance or wealth, which tended to mean all staff had to remain on their best behaviour. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. And with Robert occupied with the many other complications surrounding the Walkers, Scott was more relaxed knowing he wasn't on the man's radar at present.

It was clear to see Robert's bodyguard was using Stacy to tease Jackie, but they were all grown men so it wasn't his place to say anything. There were plenty more women around, after all. Scott was pulled away from his thoughts when Jackie tugged at his shirt and excused himself to use the restrooms.

Scott was happy to remain in silence as Vinny paid attention to Stacy. If anything, he was happy to take what little peace he expected he'd get tonight. Eventually, Jackie returned and proceeded to speak about his past meetings with Stacy. The woman wasn't under Scott's employment, but by all accounts she was seemingly another woman who didn't mind sleeping around either - only, she did it free of charge. "I guess you're right, Jackie. Best to move on," Scott went along with his friend's words. Stacy didn't come across as a keeper and Jackie didn't seem like the commitment type either, so Scott didn't see what issue there was. "There's plenty more women to make history with," he remarked.

purplecowdutch (Jackie) BasDorcha (Vinny)

 

[Misty Gray]

A few hours later...

Birmingham Central Police Station
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Robert Walker​

As Rory was ignited with curiosity about any possible links between Robert and Dorothy, the man in question was undergoing deep thoughts of his own. This has to be the longest time he'd ever spent standing so close to his daughter, not to mention just the two of them in a room and speaking to each other. He'd never had chance to speak to her directly, without others present. Nor had he really had chance to take in her features as much as he now could. She clearly carried the same fire in her eyes that Dorothy had and now he looked at her he couldn't help but see some familiarity in her features that weren't just from her mother's side. She certainly didn't look at all like Norman, not that any of her family, who weren't privy to the truth, would have ever thought to question it or even look for it.

Now Robert understood why it had been easier and wiser to avoid being in Rory's presence. Standing across from her now only made it harder to stomach the fact he'd missed out on all of her life. Even now, the stakes were far too high to even imagine being able to come clean and try make up for lost time. She couldn't learn the truth and she likely would live a happier life never knowing who he truly was to her.

The sceptical look she sent him brought Robert back down to earth. When she asked what he was getting out of it, Robert opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment no words escaped him. He wished he could tell her the last thing he wanted was for his daughter to suffer in prison and waste potentially years of her life. "Your mother..." he began, speaking quieter than usual.

Clearing his throat, Robert caught his voice back to speak with more confidence. "I'm sure you know there was a time when our families got along with each other. Dorothy was a friend, and despite the issues between our families now, I wouldn't want your mother to suffer with you being behind bars. Even I'm not that heartless," he remarked, figuring the Fletchers had all kinds of names and impressions of him by now.

"Besides which," he began, shifting on the spot for a moment, but continuing to block the door. "There are reasons both of our families must work together right now and your loved ones don't need to add worrying about you to our list of concerns," he told her. "I need your brother's head in the game, for all of our sakes. So what I'm getting out of this is knowing Tony has one less distraction on his mind, therefore less chance of us all getting screwed over."

"And because I can't let my daughter suffer in a prison cell," he thought.

He briefly checked his watch, realising just how late it was. Still, it wasn't like Caroline was waiting for him at home and wondering where he'd got to. "If you must choose to pursue the same lifestyle as your family, then I suggest you do it better. These petty crimes and causing nuisances are surely beneath you. You should push your brother to give you more suitable tasks within the business. Do you agree?" he posed the question to her.

neverbackdown (Rory)

 

[ReverseTex]

The Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Dr. Richard Finley
Misty Gray BasDorcha ​

Throughout most of Robert and Dean’s back and forth, Richard remained silent. His peace was made about Dean’s affairs, minus the addition of a wife. While that still confused him, he didn’t want to judge his former lover. The world wasn’t kind to them, so even if it hurt, he couldn’t be mad at Dean for creating his own happiness. So when Dean silently looked for comfort, he gave it. Out of his own love for him along with generally being kinder than his brother.

Robert seemingly found some level of satisfaction, quicker than he expected. Perhaps it was already his brother’s touch-and-go mood already, but he didn’t pick any unnecessary fights. Dean owned up, and all was well-enough. But he knew his brother too well; there were underlying issues he likely had. Shifting in his seat, a bit uncomfortable due to the healing injury, he finally spoke up. “I think my feelings about this particular situation are clear.” Richard started, eyes locked with Robert.

“I’m never going to turn you away; it’s not in my blood to do so.” His attention shifted to Dean. “For better or for worse, you’re quite hard to say no to.” A playful smile almost escaped, but he wanted to keep a serious tone for his brother’s sake. “I know you’ve changed. That much is crystal clear; parenthood tends to do that, so I hear.” A brief glance to Robert before back to Dean. “That is my only qualm, if I even had to call it that. The fact I was robbed of the chance at fatherhood.” His lips pursed, displeased, to say the least.

While he knew the prospect of children was impossible with Dean, there wasn’t another person on Earth he ever considered raising children with. That was what hurt the most. “I forgive you, Dean; that part is easy enough. But time will just have to heal that wound. Just like all the other wounds we collect around here.” Richard commented, alluding to the rocky moments he and Robert have had themselves.

 

[BasDorcha]

The Walker Residence

-Edgbaston, Birmingham-​

Dean Walters

Dean tried his best to appear relaxed and at ease, but it was hard. He wanted to move around the room, pace away this feeling, get all the ugliness out in one go. It would be easier that way, just dump it and start clearing the rubble, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he keeps his eyes on Robert, watching for him to take the lead like they had so much when they were younger. So often Robert had set the scene for them in one way or another, guiding their group as easily as breathing. Dean was outgoing, cocky, and could do it himself if he needed to, but letting Robert do it was one less worry for him so he followed Robert's example and enjoyed the ride. Another thing Dean needed to probably own up to at some point was that he had, since the time Charles died, started using his investigative skills to fill in the holes of how their lives had been in the time gap between him leaving and returning. He probably knew more about Robert's life right now than the man would be happy to hear.

It turned out that besides flying, Dean was also really good at this private investigator stuff. He had picked it up quickly and over the years honed it to near perfection. He was paid good, took on only the jobs he wanted, and could make a lot of money at it - if he wanted to that is. Instead he only ever worried about taking the jobs that would keep the bills paid and some extra cash on hand, keeping the wife happy and the home standing, and turned away anything he felt was to much trouble. He had done the grind and established his name after leaving Birmingham. He didn't need to do that anymore. Still, it left him very good at finding out things about people, even the most secretive. He hadn't gone professional level on his lost family, but he had spent some time trying to just reconnect, along with searching for what happened to Charles since it seemed Robert and Caroline hadn't had any luck yet.

As the thoughts muddle his brain, Robert's voice clears them away, catching his attention. "I know it can't be fixed tonight… But I can at least start. I know I didn't offer an explanation then but I can now, though Rich has already heard a good deal of it. Just know I'm an open book, when you are ready, either of you. As for work, I'm good. I just finished the preparations for my new location here in town. The firm will be opening in a few days officially. Thankfully, the crew I have running the original location keeps the money flowing." He pauses snuffing out the cigar. Standing, he moves to make himself a drink, still processing what Robert said. "I know our lives have all changed dramatically, but if you think that would make me want to be less of it, than you forget that I live in the shadows brother. There's nothing that's going to push me away this time, and if there's ever anything I don't want to be involved with, you know I'm not the kind to stay quiet. If you'll have me, I'll be there."

Looking over at Richard, he gave him a small smile, holding his eyes for a long moment before Richard turned to Robert, almost missing it when Rich turned back to him to continue. He held his gaze, really letting the words sink in and be absorbed, giving him the fullest of his attention. Rich's words brought a shine to Dean's eyes, blinked back but not invisible. It hurt him that Rich felt robbed of fatherhood. He also knew that his relationship with his wife was unusual, considering. With time that would be understood, he knew it. It wasn't the parenthood, though that was some of it in the later years. It was the sadness he felt being away from them, it was the warmth and support his wife gave him, reminding him he was not some freak of nature or thing to be hidden away. It was getting to a point in life where you stop caring about appearances for just appearances sake, stop caring what others think of you because you're just to old to deal with it anymore. It was a lot of little things, coming together, like ages whiskey, to form a finished product.

Younger Dean was emotional with no idea how to control it, trying to live with ideals that weren't his own, to survive a society that couldn’t comprehend someone like him as a whole. These day's though, Dean has come to realize that it doesn't matter what other people think - he only has so much time on this planet before it runs out and he can't do any of the things he wanted to. Life is too short to live it trying to be someone he didn't want to be.

No, Dean had definitely changed. Richard wanted to be a father, and if Dean could have his way, one day he would be. The little dream he has been nursing for years of somehow having both the people he loved in his life and a bigger family to boot runs through his mind as he listens to Richard, wanting to sooth it but knowing it's not yet time to try that bridge, just nods, understandingly. "I agree. It's going to take time. It's going to take a lot of talks, and getting shit out in the open… But I'm here for it. I'm here for you, all of you."


Misty Gray - Robert
ReverseTex - Rich

 

[BasDorcha]

The Platinum Lounge

- Birmingham -

Vinny McConnel​

Vinny let himself be observed, his carefully trained eye still taking in what was going on around him while appearing mostly interested in Stacy. The more Jackie talked, the easier he made this. While he was not here on business, it really was his night off, that didn't mean he wasn't going to report anything that needed to be back to the boss. One of the reasons that Robert trusted him so much up to this point and paid him so handsomely well was that Vinny was never truly off duty. If something happened while he was off and it needed handled, or he was called in, whatever the case may be Vinny was loyal and always told Robert the truth without question. He never felt the need to lie to his boss. The man knew the worst things he's done, and that forms the kind of bond that only those who share it could understand. The bond of mutual destruction. Robert could take him down, easily with all the things he has done, but Vinny could do it as well, knowing some of the darkest parts of Robert's organization. It forms the kind of relationship that requires explicit trust in another to know they are going to keep your secrets and not keep them from you.,

When Jackie tried to goad him about keeping up, Vinny laughed lightly, setting his empty shot glass back on the counter. "Don't worry, I may be obsessed with work, but I was a party boy at one point to, and I'm still a young, full of energy. I'll make sure I don't let you down, Jackie." It's said like he is doing Jackie a favor, not passing out drunk early like some college kid. Behind it, hidden in the underlying text, is a challenge. It's a statement that he's not going to be outdone, regardless.

Jackie ambled off the restroom - probably for his next bump from the twitchiness in his hands - and Vinny carried on casual conversation with Stacy. She was actually a very easy person to talk to. She liked music and played piano, she liked to read, and spent her free time baking. She works as a legal assistant downtown for some scummy lawyer. Mentally, Vinny filed that away as need to know information for later. When his prey returned, wet faced and with pupils blown wide, Vinny made another note - this one marked as urgent. He'd make sure Robert knew first thing that Jackie was still out here bumping cocaine, even though he knew for a fact Scott wasn't dumb enough to keep selling to him.

His bragging about meeting Stacy was a perfect set up to allow him to woo the woman and get a dig in at Jackie at the same time. "Ah, so you've gotten to know Jackie boy a little bit in the past? Well once you've been with the rest, all that's left is the best, ain't that right beautiful?" Stacy, who looked properly ready to smack Jackie aside the head, instead laughed and leaned more into Vinny. "The best huh? I guess that's true, but you'll have to prove it." Vinny grinned, placing a light kiss on her jawline. "That is definitely something I can do." Vinny could care less that Jackie had her first. That just made the conquest even better. He wasn't just winning over some dame on the street, but taking away something Jackie possessed. It was like stealing a favored toy. It was being the cool kid on the block until someone else moved in and losing your friend because suddenly they want to hang out with this new guy.

It was going to be glorious.

"Scott, thanks for agreeing to come along to. It's been a while since we last had a drink together. Speaking of history, I think the last time we had a rager was a few years ago. Do you remember the last fight I had for Robert before he took me on full time? He had you working the crown that night and afterwards we went on that bender till the sun came up. I had so much adrenaline running through me that night, I thought I was going to fly." Vinny laughed again, nodding his head to Chloe when she came with another round of drinks. Stacy waved hers off, but Vinny picked his up. "Didn't we race the cars that night? I think I remember watching the sun come up out on some backroad middle of nowhere."

Although he brought it all up casually, Vinny wanted to give Jackie a taste of just how much he didn't know. Outwardly, it was just a friendly conversation between friends, but inwardly it was a jab at the fact Vinny was a fighter, meaning he had stamina to burn. It prodded a the fact he could stay up all night, no problem even after partying for hours. Jackie had no idea how little his world really was, or how much Vinny had done with the people of this organization. He had no clue how much Vinny had worked himself into the system, leaving his mark in every place of importance, both through his own determination as well as Robert's influence. Jackie, forever an idiot who thought he was better than everyone around him, yet wasn't worth the powder still lingering on his nose.

Truth be told, Vinny didn’t have a specific reason for disliking Jackie other than the fact he was just scummy. Scott on the other hand had always been someone that Vinny easily meshed with. He didn't have to try as hard to keep up his veneer with him - Scott knew some of the truth of Vinny's work, and didn't ask a lot of questions - just enjoyed the company. He made it easy for Vinny to keep up his day to day appearance around him.. Scott was the closest thing to a friend Vinny had - if he had any friends that is. He doesn't, never wanted them, never craved for them, never tried for them. Whether Scott considered him a friend or not didn't matter to him either. For Vinny, Scott was just another necessary part of his well planned and executed front of being a normal person, a part that made him appear like everyone else by being just one of the guys. If Vinny knew what it meant to feel grateful for something, he would likely feel it for Scott.

Misty Gray - Scott
purplecowdutch - Jackie

 

[Misty Gray]

The Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Robert Walker​

Robert stayed silent as Richard said his peace. Of course his brother wasn't going to turn Dean away, nor even make it difficult for the man to walk back into their lives. He knew it wasn't just because of Richard's deep feelings for Dean, but simply because he was a better man than himself. He was more forgiving and open-minded, which were hardly traits he could knock him for, even if he operated in different ways himself. Despite the many things, including the present conversation, weighing him down, Robert could at least take some solace from seeing his brother's playful smile show itself. Of course he wasn't going to stand in the way of Richard's chance for happiness.

With that hope soon came a more serious subject. Not only was it sad to hear that Richard had missed out on a chance at fatherhood, but it stirred a barrage of feelings in his own chest. Of course, he was grieving the loss of Charles, but where his eldest son had been concerned, he'd had over three decades of fatherhood with him so that was a different kind of loss. But he'd never been a father to Rory. Richard had wanted to be a father but had never had the opportunity, yet Robert himself had spent over two decades knowingly avoiding it where Rory was concerned. The present conversation only served to further ignite his growing need to connect with his youngest, albeit secret, daughter.

Robert couldn't help but feel bad as a result, knowing Richard would have loved to have had a son or a daughter. Still, a small smile crossed Robert's lips when his brother said he forgave Dean. That grew into a knowing smirk at the pointed comment about them all collecting wounds they had to heal from. He and Richard had certainly had their fair share of troubles they had to overcome which each other. For all they knew, fresh wounds and rocky patches could well still be on the horizon...

Dean's reassurance about his work and income was met with a simple nod from Robert. With mention of the firm opening in the city, Robert couldn't help but joke. "Don't you be making the city look untidy. Otherwise, I'll have to start taxing you," he remarked. Of course, Dean's business naturally wasn't one that would cross paths with the hold the Walkers had in Birmingham.

"You're here for all of us? And nothing's going to push you away?" Robert asked, repeating Dean's own words. He turned to Richard and chuckled. "I expect you haven't filled him in on everything yet, have you?" he asked.

"There's years you need to catch up on, but perhaps the last few months alone will be enough to get your head around," he told Dean. Despite the subject and Robert's attitude still being serious, there was also a sense that the man was opening up to Dean now. He'd always been bluntly honest and to the point, so that much would feel familiar to Dean.

Robert reached for the bottle of whiskey and poured a very generous amount into his glass tumbler, then proceeded to knock back more than enough in one go. Placing the glass down, he let out a deep breath. "Where to begin... Richard is running for Mayor, and will do a stella job, might I add. But that's after the last one was assassinated at a charity gala. The same one where Richard was shot in the leg after intercepting a bullet intended for me, by parties still unknown. Charles is dead and his killer is still sauntering around somewhere. Felicity has dragged herself into business far above her station. Caroline told the kids about my affairs... In fact, I'm quite sure my wife has left me, and left this city. She always was the smartest one of us all," he trailed off. "That's all only the tip of the iceberg. I'm quite certain harder times are ahead. Sticking around will be challenging," he warned Dean.

ReverseTex (Richard) BasDorcha (Dean)

 

[BeyondDandy]

Electric Lounge
- Small Heath, Birmingham -

SULLY FLETCHER
​

Feeling the weight of his idea linger between them like a dense cloud, Sully reclined back in his chair at the Electric Lounge. Tony's gaze was fixed on him, anticipating a response that Sully was unable to provide. He had thought it would be a brilliant idea to find someone else to take over their portion of the distribution operation; it would be a clean way to escape Russo's control without causing too much trouble. Yet, when Tony asked, "Who is this person you have in mind?" Sully had nothing. He looked down at his drink and shook his head.

Sully took a drink of whiskey and grumbled. He detested feeling vulnerable and cornered like this. When it came to people, Tony had always been the astute one. Sully was a talented chef, but how would he manage the business side? Tony was an expert in that field and had a keen sense of weakness.

Tony sighed, growing impatient. He mentioned Felicity and waved her away. Sully's mouth tightened, annoyance rising to the surface. Tony always made Felicity sound like a bother and not worth their time when her name was mentioned. Sully was not fond of it. Felicity wasn't his favorite person, but she was helpful, and Tony's condescending attitude annoyed him.

Sully murmured, "She's smarter than you give her credit for," interrupting Tony before he could say anything crude. “However, this isn't about her.”

Tony stared at Sully. “What can you tell us about this jumped up prick?" he asked his brother. "How did you know to contact him in the first place?"

Sully's thoughts strayed to his early years in London, when he was still employed as a chef. It had been a simpler time, or so he thought.

“I was a cook. Had a small job in the city, usually preparing Italian food. One of my signature dishes was chicken Parmigiana.” Sully's voice trailed off as he thought back on the incident. "Russo ordered the dish one night and was really happy with it. Said he felt like it was from home. He was flashy even then - big tipper, always made sure the staff knew who he was. But at the time, I didn’t care. I only saw money.

“He asked me to this posh hotel he was staying at one evening. Claimed to be hosting a party and asked me to prepare food for him and his guests. The money was good, so I went.”

He paused, taking in the scent of the pricey suite, the women, the laughter, and finally the drugs. The white powder dispersed like a focal point over the table.

“That's when I noticed it. The cocaine. Everyone was on it, having the time of their lives. Russo wasn’t just some rich guy throwing parties; he was running product through half of London. I didn’t think much of it at the time - thought it was just rich people doing what rich people do.”

"That's basically how I got involved," Sully remarked in a sour tone. "Russo gave the impression that using the restaurant as a front for his distribution was my idea. Said we would both be extremely wealthy. I was innocent and youthful. I believed I was in charge. With hindsight, he forced me to enter it. But it wasn't until it was too late that I realized that.”

"He had me from the beginning," Sully muttered.

Gazing into his drink, Sully pondered about the months he had spent under Russo's control, observing the man's actions. Russo was meticulous and cautious. He had an army of devoted warriors who would die for him, and he had eyes everywhere. It was not going to be simple to escape.

"Russo is cautious," Sully eventually remarked. "He's always one step ahead, but he doesn't trust easily." Here in England, he now has his own family. suppliers I've never heard of and contacts I've never met. However, one thing stands out.

Tony seemed to come alive.

"He has a daughter," Sully mentioned. "I haven't met her, but I have seen her photos. The only soft spot that comes to mind is her. If we could find her… maybe we could use her as leverage.”

Although he didn't like the idea of utilizing Russo's daughter, he realized it was their best chance. If they wanted to break free from Russo’s control, they’d have to play dirty. Just like Russo had played him all those years ago.

Misty Gray
BasDorcha

 

[BasDorcha]

Electric Lounge

- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham -​

Alfred Walker

Alfie listened as Tony agreed with him on most fronts. It was good to see that it wasn't going to cause friction, the ideas he was putting forward. As both him and Tony fell silent, he lifted his eyes to look at Sully, taking in his slumped and moody demeanor. Alfie watched carefully, observing. If he didn't know better, he'd think Sully had more than a soft spot for Felicity. Mentally he took note to take care of this later, to look into it more. How did Felicity feel about him? Were they going to turn out like some star crossed lovers, enacting some bullshit Romeo and Juliet fantasies between warring households? He brushed the idea away, deciding not to worry about it at the moment. Instead he turned back to listening to the actual words he spoke, taking in the story about how he met Russo.

The more he talked, the more irritated he became. A pulse in his temple started thrumming, a vein throbbing beneath the skin as he clenched his teeth trying to keep his cool. Taking a deep breath he collected his thoughts, swirling his drink in his cup before tipping it back and finishing it, a hiss passing his lips in appreciation before he sat forward, both hands clasped together and resting on the table. "I just want to make sure I understand this clearly. A guy who basically made you his scapegoat and lackey is someone you thought would be a good idea to bring into business with not just your family but the Walker family?" He cast Tony a stoic yet expressive glance, as if one boss to another passing a silent message. In other words, Sully had made a drastically bad choice that had not only put his own family and friends in danger, but a larger and equally if not more powerful family. It meant Sully won the idiots award for dumbest possible choices.

Lifting his hand he gave his temples a quick press before relaxing back into his seat and exhaling a long held breath, the heat going with it. "I have a few folks in various places outside of Birmingham that might be interested in a bulk purchase though how much is a different story. They already have established routes for pick up from previous business, it would essentially just be an increase in their amounts. We can keep the profit if we cut it before we bulk sell because we can resell it at the price we pay and still have extra to move and bring back that profit. For example. This stuff is strong enough, we could cut it into double if not triple the amount and it still be higher quality than most of what has been on the streets. We'll still make money because even though we're giving them 'our price', our price stopped at say 100 keys, and we'll be moving two or three instead." He glanced at Tony to make sure he was explaining it well.

"I have a warehouse on the outskirts of town - I use it mostly for storage for things for my club. Old furniture, extra supplies, whatever, but over all its actually pretty empty. I got the place on a steal from someone who was about to go belly up in their business. This would be an ideal place to cut the product, and I'd be willing to work out an arrangement where both families could use it, or process it as a whole beforehand and divide afterwards." Waving a hand lightly, he continues, "In either case, semantics can be worked out at a later date, but let's settle on a plan of action at the moment. Lewis here will also be able to help with street level structure." He looked at the man, giving him a steady gaze, "I also expect everyone in our organization to do their best to prevent more body drops over this shit. It's going to bring heat we don't need down on us if people keep overdosing on our product. How you deal with it is up to you, but until we make sure the product your receiving is safer, then I task you to make sure your dealers and lower levels are informed."

As Sully informed them about the man's daughter, he cast Tony another look to see how he was reacting to the idea of possibly using Russo's kid as leverage. Alfie would rather avoid it, but at this point, whatever needed to be done to stop this was going to be done.

Misty Gray - Tony BeyondDandy - Sully

 

[BasDorcha]

The Walker Residence

-Edgbaston, Birmingham-​

Dean Walters

Dean swallowed hard, listening to Rob tell him about the things he already knew. He carefully kept his eyes down, staring at the glass in his hand as he swirled the dregs of the drink before tipping it back and downing it in one go. Following Robert, he refilled it and took another long drink as he listened to his friend finished. Something in the air changed - the tenseness, the heaviness, lifted just a tiny bit. Robert was looking at him with those eyes that said he was opening up, just a bit, letting him have the tiniest way in. It made his stomach do flips to think that what he was going to say next might upset him, but he wanted to be honest and open so nothing could come back and bite him in the ass at a later time. Looking between Richard and Robert, he stayed silent a moment before he took a long deep breath, let it out slowly, and began speaking again.

"Actually, since we're talking about it, there's a few things I want to go ahead and get out in the open now before you find out later. When I heard about Charles dying, I started looking into things - initially it was just because word on the street was you were having issues finding the killer. That's how it started anyways. As time went on, I found myself wanting - no needing - to know more about your lives and what I had missed out on." A blush tinted his cheeks as he cleared his throat, continuing. "As a private eye, you'd be surprised what kind of things I can find out, and how many people I have across my network. I've spent a long time building a very large web to collect intel for clients, securing trustworthy informants, plants to put in place to overhear things that look perfectly in scene and never get suspected as a prying eye.

"I heard about Charles rather quickly, actually, but I wasn't sure if it was the best time to try and reach out. I didn't think you'd want to deal with me while undertaking the process of a funeral and your sons death, so I didn't return. I do hope you got the flowers though…" He looks towards the floor, a sadness and darkness in his eyes. The arrangement had been a large, over the top standing bouquet that arrived with no name or information. He didn't want to make things harder. "But that's beside the point. I'm sorry I wasn't here. I should have said to hell with it all and shown up, but I didn't want to add another burden to your plate. During the weeks and months that followed, I gathered whatever information I could, but it seemed that much like you experienced I'm sure, there wasn't a lot to go off. Over time, I found out about some of the things going on in and around the Walker family, and have had a steady flow of reports in case anything comes to light.

"All this to say, much of what you just said is not new news for me. Richard running for Mayor sounds like a smashing idea." He looks over at Richard, a light gleaming in his eyes, his smile slowly returning as he gazes at the man who stole who heart. "You'll do wonderful, I'm sure of it. Though I did hear about the Gala, I was not informed you guys had been hurt - much of what I picked up on that was that there was some kind of shooting, the death of the mayor, but mostly it was not well informed enough to be that detailed. As for Felicity, is she the one working with the new Americano connection the streets are buzzing with? One of my guys saw some big truck full of American's in town not too long ago, and afterwards a new product is suddenly washing the streets in a new class of pure powder. I'm sorry if so, though she is your daughter. I'm not surprised she's trying to show you what for and make a name for herself, kind of reminds me of someone else I know." Giving Robert a pointed look, he also carefully observes how his friend is responding to this new information.

"Last but not least, I think I have another gift of sorts for you. I haven't been able to find out much about Charles, as I stated earlier, but there was a new piece of information that surfaced a few days ago. Turns out there was a witness to a street fight on the day of Charles death, but no one could identify if it was actually Charles and who the other man was. All I was able to determine was that near the area where Charles was found, someone reported a fight breaking out to the local foot patrol, stating a dark haired man was standing over a guy on the ground. The informant left as soon as they seen it to report it, but by the time anyone got back, the attacker was long gone. I've put out some feelers for people who might be able to give more details, but chances are this was the only glimpse someone caught of it."

Finishing the rest of the second drink, a warm buzz filled his chest and head, but he kept his eyes straight and watching the two men here with him. He wasn't sure how the news he'd just delivered would hit, but hopefully the news that there might be a new lead for Charles killer would buy him some good graces on snooping into more than just his death.

Misty Gray - Robert
ReverseTex - Richard

 

[Misty Gray]

The Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Robert Walker​

Robert listened as Dean spoke about how looking into Charles's killer had also led him to looking into the family's lives. Unconsciously, Robert's stare grew more intense on his old friend, not overly fond of anyone, friend or not, sticking their nose into business they should steer clear of. "Personal interest or for a client, there are areas prying eyes really should stay away from," he lightly warned.

Robert nodded to confirm he'd received Dean's flowers for the funeral. He wasn't going to keep bringing it up, but he still struggled to comprehend any excuse for not growing a pair of balls and showing up to support the family at the funeral. Dean followed up with an apology for not being there, prompting a single nod from Robert, keen to move on from talks of his son's funeral. There was no use on dwelling on whether or not deal could have attended.

"Mayor Henderson was killed in the attack. The man was a friend and ally. It's fitting that his replacement should be Richard. Hell, I trust him far more than I did Gerald," he pointed out, having every faith in his brother. "I was unharmed, thanks to Richard taking a bullet in the leg. There were others injured too," he trailed off, his mind briefly shifting to thoughts of Rory.

Once again, Robert found himself ruffled by Dean mentioning Walker business as he spoke of details about the Russo problem he wouldn't expect someone outside of the business to know. "That's correct, but that's also details that should not be spoken outside of this room," he firmly told Dean, casting a glance to Richard. "Felicity is every bit my daughter as she is Caroline's. A fact which makes the girl impossibly stubborn to deal with," he admitted, managing a small smile. "And Caroline only feeds into her feminist rhetoric."

Dean shifted the subject to another gift of sorts, which led back to the subject of Charles. Robert raised a curious eyebrow at mention of information coming to light. Apparently there had been a witness to a street fight and mentioning seeing a dark-haired man standing over another. "And the witness didn't think to go to the police when it transpired my son had been murdered that night?!" he firmly asked. "If you get any more details, I need to know immediately. If there's any possibility of me speaking to that informant, then I want that arranged," he told Dean. "And if the bastard killer's identity is discovered, you need to come to me before anyone else. Before the police," he asserted.

Robert took another long drink from his glass to grab a moment to compose himself. He looked at Richard for a time before focusing back on Dean. "I appreciate you looking into what happened to Charles. I'd like to be updated on anything and everything you can uncover," he told him, his tone friendly and agreeable. Despite his softened features, a stony glint returned to his eyes. "But Dean. Your investigation skills, no matter who is paying you, must never stray into areas prying eyes don't belong. For all of our sakes," he warned Dean before casting another glance to Richard. "My business is out of bounds."

Before he could move to lighten the tone again and get back on track towards repairing his friendship with Dean, the phone rang. Between business, waiting to hear from Caroline, and his kids, Robert knew better than to ignore any calls. He was quick to answer and though the telephone conversation seemed brief, he returned to the two men with a serious look on his face. "I need to attend to business. The Fletchers are out causing trouble again and this one I can't ignore," he explained. "Please, you two finish your drinks and take your time. Just make sure to lock up if Thomas doesn't get home before you leave," he instructed Richard and Dean.

ReverseTex (Richard) BasDorcha (Dean)

 

[Misty Gray]

Electric Lounge
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Tony Fletcher and Lewis Ramsey​

Tony listened with interest about how Sully had first met Russo whilst working in London. He wasn't going to say it out loud and derail matters, but he couldn't help but think about how the grass hadn't been greener. Sully had abandoned his family because of its business and still managed to find his way into more crime. None of them could escape the kind of business they'd been born into, but it was at least better to stick with family and be loyal to them.

It hadn't been Sully's choice, but Russo had managed to drag him into his drugs business whilst in London. "Sounds like he knew exactly what he was doing," Tony pointed out. "But now you're home with the rest of us, it ain't gonna stick." He pointed to Alfie. "But he's got a point, Sully. It was a pretty dumb move bringing the bloke onto our doorstep."

Tony listened to Alfie's plans for cutting and distributing the drugs out of town, giving no arguments against the plan. "I'm on board with that. As long as both of our families have access to the warehouse and equal share to the profit."

Hearing how Russo didn't trust easily and was always one step ahead reminded Tony of someone else he knew. "Great, another Robert," he muttered. Despite his words, he lifted a peaceful hand to Alfie. On this occasion, Robert was going to be on the same side as him, so having a control freak fighting for the same cause would come in handy.

The revelation of Russo having a daughter drew a simple nod from Tony as he listened to how the man had a soft spot for her. He met Alfie's eyes as they both seemed to process the idea of using the daughter as leverage. "How old is she?" he asked. Her age wouldn't decide if he agreed to it, but it would influence the conditions of which she'd be used to get to Russo. "I'm all for using her as leverage. Protecting my family comes before his daughter. No question."

BeyondDandy (Sully) BasDorcha (Alfie)

 

[neverbackdown]

Birmingham Central Police Station
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Victoria "Rory" Fletcher
​

When Robert confirmed that his offer of help was in part to do with her Mother, Rory kept a straight face and simply nodded allowing him to continue in his explanation as to why he felt the need to owe Dorothy anything. She was no stranger to the fact that the Walkers and Fletchers were once friends but she only knew this through passing comments and stories she had heard, whatever had caused the downfall in the friendship had happened either just before her time or shortly after she was born or at least that is what she believed. It was a subject she had never brought up to her family as it was a subject she had honestly never cared about before. From the time she was old enough to understand the world in which her family lived, the two families were enemies and that was all Rory had ever known so why bother looking into the past.

However, recent events and Roberts lenience towards her not once but twice within the last few weeks had made it difficult to ignore that there was something else at play, a lie or a secret held between the only two people who really knew the truth, her mother and Robert. It was glaringly obvious to her now as he spoke about how himself and Dorothy used to be friends, the fleeting looks she had witnessed at the Gala, the way her mother seemed to almost stand up for Robert in ways to Tony and herself and last of all the clear hatred in Caroline's eyes when she looked at Dorothy. It was all so clear to her, Dorothy and Robert had an affair , but what she wasn't sure on was if this affair was still ongoing. Taking everything in account, Rory deduced that due to the carry on of both her mother and Robert that the affair was a current interaction and she didn't know if she felt sick or angry at this realization. She wanted to ask Robert, she wanted him to tell her that she was wrong and jumping to baseless accusations but she knew better than to mention it and besides in the light of her current situation it wasn't the most important fact at play and so she pushed down the spiraling thoughts to focus on at a different stage.

As Robert mentioned Tony, Rory's attention was snapped back into the room. She kept her expression neutral as he spoke but now another spiral had taken place in her brain, why on earth was Tony working with the Walkers. She knew she had missed a lot while out of action due to the gunshot but this was a piece of information she was horrified to not know. She watched Robert intently, looking for any signs of a lie but he seemed to be telling her the truth. Keeping the confusion and annoyance at not knowing this vital information of her expression, Rory simply nodded in return to his statement of keeping Tony from distraction. She didn't want him to realize that she didn't know, to only further his idea of Tony's leadership skills and ability to keep track of the family but oh boy was she going to have major words with Tony over all this once she was out of here.

Once again the conversation took a turn towards her future but this time Rory was expecting it. She bit her lip in thought for a moment before smiling up at him "I was expecting you to tell me to turn my back on this life and go get a nice 9 to 5 and be an upstanding citizen, not to become more important in your rival gang" humor was clear in her tone as she spoke, a smile tugging at her lips in amusement. Rory cleared her throat before a more serious expression played on her features "I do agree, I'm getting older now and maybe now is the time to take this more seriously and less recklessly although Tony is not going to like that you are the one who talked sense into me". Amusement filled her tone at her last comment as she imagined Tony's reaction to this information, that Robert Walker could talk more sense into her than Tony had been able to in her whole life.

Tired, sore and reeling from all the information, Rory was now ready to get out of this cell and get home. She remained sitting, however, unsure that Robert could actually get her out of here right now and so she would wait until he or the police told her she was free to go. She looked down at her lap before looking back up at Robert with a genuine expression on her features as she said something that she never thought she would say to a Walker, but this whole conversation had been something she had never expected which made it a bit easier "Thank you".


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Misty Gray - Robert

 

[Misty Gray]

Chapter 7 - The Tide is Turning
- Thursday 22nd January 1976 -
Early Afternoon - Chilly, Dry, Clear Skies

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Walker Residence
- Edgbaston, Birmingham -

Robert and Caroline Walker​

Over a week ago, Richard had called Caroline to speak with her and find out how she was doing. Naturally, this had led to the woman offloading to him about the grievances she had with Robert. When all was said and done, Richard had encouraged her to talk to her husband. After taking a day to think, Caroline decided to return to Birmingham, comfortable most of her late father's business in London had been dealt with for the time-being. Of course, she didn't rush to admit she'd returned home for Robert, and instead gave the reason she wanted to be there to support Richard in the last days of his election campaign. As it happened, the man won the election two days ago and was now officially the Mayor of Birmingham.

Now the election excitement was over, Caroline remained in Birmingham. Despite it being true she'd returned to have Richard's back, she had also wanted to come home for her family. Admittedly, for Robert, who she had missed despite being irritated with him. She'd returned home a week ago but had slept in one of the guest rooms every night, not ready to make her husband's life too easy so early on. Last night, however, she'd had trouble sleeping, there was too much on her mind, not to mention hating every night she slept alone in bed.

Caroline eventually left the guest room and returned to the bedroom she'd always shared with Robert. It was no surprise that her husband woke up as he often did have trouble sleeping when stress triggered old wounds for him. And the man was certainly stressed. When she climbed into bed next to him, he accepted the space she maintained between them. "We don't have to put on the act now the election is over," he pointed out, turning to look at her as the bedside lamp dimly illuminated the room. For the sake of public appearance and not to detract from Richard, the couple had made sure they presented themselves as a happily married couple when out in public over the last week.

"We don't have to put on an act at all," Caroline reasoned as she shuffled closer and rested her head on his bare shoulder. As much as she hated it, she'd given in to the idea Robert was going to have to work with the Fletchers, at least until the Russo problem was sorted. And with Dorothy now away from Birmingham - an absence Caroline hoped would be permanent - she didn't have to dwell on that particular matter. The Rory issue, she was still hopeful her husband could move on from, for everyone's sake! She knew in his position, it would be torture watching her own child grow up and not be a part of their life, but the stakes were too high. She understood Robert's dilemma, but it was a problem he'd created and the truth could never come out.

"I'm all for that idea," Robert said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. He knew not to push his luck, but this had been the biggest breakthrough with Caroline in weeks. Whilst she'd been away in London, it had made Robert think about his actions where Caroline and Dorothy were concerned. He knew he'd been a blind, selfish fool to assume he was entitled to having both women. Even with Caroline away in London and Dorothy practically on his door step in recent weeks, he'd realised it was his wife who he needed. She was the woman he loved and the one who had helped keep him alive at his most vulnerable times. His feelings for Dorothy had been genuine, but that could never work, nor was she his soulmate or the woman he imagined growing old with. Caroline was the one and he regretted taking her for granted. "I've missed you, love," he told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to draw her in closer.

Robert woke up later that morning, giving in to Caroline enticing him to stay in bed with her. But the point came when he had to get up and begin the busy business day ahead of him. As he rushed to get dressed to attend his first meeting, Caroline observed him before speaking up. "We should book another holiday," she suggested. In light of all the troubles over recent weeks and the fallout of her father's death, the trip away they'd planned for the new year had to be cancelled. "Alfie can hold the fort for a couple of weeks," she reasoned.

"You're right," Robert agreed as he stood in front of the mirror fastening his tie. "Around Easter time would be best," he decided.

"Excellent. I'll go into the city today and book something. No expense spared," she said, a subtle remark about the wealth she'd now come into from her father's inheritance.

Tony & Julia Fletcher's House
- Aston, Birmingham, England -

Tony Fletcher​

The last couple of weeks had been chaotic, even with the Russo problem aside. Dorothy's mother had a serious fall and had been hospitalised. The family had rushed to visit the elderly woman in Manchester, believing they would be visiting to say goodbye. Thankfully, Tony's grandmother had pulled through. In anticipation for the woman eventually being discharged from hospital, the recovery from the broken hip would take time. As such, Dorothy had made the decision to remain at her mother's house to help look after her. To support Dorothy, Sammy had also decided to remain in Manchester.

As much as he hated the family being split apart, Tony couldn't deny his mother and brother looking after their grandmother. If anything, he was at least grateful there would be two less family members to protect in Birmingham whilst matters were so heated.

In addition to the rush to Manchester, Tony had also been busy ensuring the plans for Marco's arrest went without a hitch. If he had his way, Marco would have fled weeks ago and never have to get arrested to begin with. But in the end, it wasn't Tony's decision and his younger friend was dead set on owning up to his crime. He reasoned the lad had more of a conscience than himself, so he wasn't going to stand in the way of his choice, as much as it pained him to allow it.

Today was the first real chance to sit down and speak with Rory directly about her brush with the law a couple of weeks ago. With his feet up on the coffee table, he sipped his fresh cup of tea. Idly holding the mug in his hand, he looked across at his youngest sister. Youngest she may be, but she was a troublemaker, much like himself. Far from innocent and commanding sympathy from anyone, let alone a man who had been the closest thing to an enemy for most of their lives. Yet, that man, Robert Walker, had once again shown mercy on Rory and it didn't make sense. Why would a man who had killed and hurt so many who have crossed him go so easy on her? Not to mention, arranging for her to be released from the station. Hell, Tony had to admit the old man had given him more chances than he deserved too.

"Alright, jailbird. You need to tell me what happened the other week," Tony casually told Rory, though his request was serious. "Robert making sure you got out of that cell and without charges just don't make sense to me. What happened? What exactly did he say to you?"

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The Royal Hotel
- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham, England -

Felicity Walker​

Since being told to stay away from the business she and Sully had got their families tied into, Felicity had been laying low as far as her family was concerned. Between a couple of retail therapy trips with her mother and Diana in London, she'd buried her head in the hotel. It was where she spent most of her days lately. When she wasn't there for work, she'd put down her walls and socialised with her employees in the bar.

Last night had been a particularly late one, not to mention all of the drinks she'd got through. The beauty of running the hotel had meant she didn't even need to go home, so instead stayed in one of the vacant rooms once the partying was over. The added bonus was that she was on site for work the next morning.

After making herself look presentable, she'd attended to an appointment with a Welshman. Owen Griffiths, he called himself. The man was enquiring about using the hotel for his daughter's wedding reception. After the man left to consider the quote she'd given him, Felicity retreated to her office to rest her head for a time.

Having for the most part stayed away from her family and not being home too often, she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd be dragged into a get together with them, especially with Robert's birthday less than two weeks away. For now, though, she was happier avoiding them.

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Council House
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham

Dr. Richard Finley​

Richard stood patiently behind the front doors of the Council House, the light chatter and occasional flash on the other side sifting
through the silence. He had don

e it: he won. Nervously, he adjusted his dark-red tie and the signature of the Labour party he now represented. This was something he achieved entirely on his own. Not that his other achievements weren’t his own, but for how fast of a turnaround his idea was, he was proud to see it through. With Robert’s life in a tailspin, his brother by choice had minimal impact on the campaign. The grassroots effort paid off, like everyone said it would. But more importantly, for once, he had legitimate control in his life and career. It was always Robert’s job to be the one in charge. From their time as pilots to the corporate world, Robert always found a way to remain in charge. Now it was his turn. Despite his love for his brother by choice, he was losing his grip. He needed to be kept in check. Being in city hall made it a hell of a lot easier than behind a lectern at university. Ultimately, he was here to serve Birmingham as a whole, not his own interests. Money wasn’t an object, nor was power. He never craved such things. All he wanted was to make a difference.

The location was set. The time was set. Not a hair out of place for such an operation. There wasn’t much of a rush in Birmingham in the early morning hours. Nor were there prying eyes. So when the police cruised by silently, sirens and lights nonexistent, no alarms were raised. Marco would be exactly where he was told to be. Once the raid began, the dramatics would be necessary for optics, but the orders were clear: the suspect would remain unarmed after this raid. He would cause a stir, and likely a target would be stapled on his back as soon as he stepped foot in a corrections facility. But there were orders from the top to prohibit any maltreatment. Marco Alessi wasn’t allowed to have more than a scruff on him.

As he stepped out behind the doors, the crisp morning air snapped him to attention along with the flickering of cameras. This aspect of the job would take time getting used to. The best he could, he disguised his limp to the podium. But at this point, his leg was beyond repair, even if the brace and crutches were finally gone. Richard tapped the microphone gently, carefully testing the volume. “Right, well, good morning everyone. I’ll keep my remarks short, as I know this is an ongoing investigation with a lot of moving parts. Since I don’t have the background in criminal affairs, the Chief of Police will stick around to answer any pressing questions.” While that was a lie, his darker past was neatly hidden from the public eye. The line of officers to his left indicated the police presence, while to his right were various staffers he was beginning to meet and work with. “Crime has no place in Birmingham, and I firmly support our officers who protect this city from those who wish to harm anyone. Regardless of class or creed, any form of violent crime will not be tolerated under my term. I want to remind everyone we are all public servants doing our best for this city. The men in uniform are people, just like you and I. They are simply following orders.”

The sound of wood splintering, a battering ram smashing through the flat door, was the sound that cut the city’s silent morning. A flood of officers rushed inside, rifles and flashlights tracing around the room. The flat was void, at the moment, of anything incriminating. It simply was a survival hideout for the man in question… A shout and scuffle broke the search party’s attention, and the target was found. Despite orders, it was nearly impossible to avoid any injury. It wasn’t likely anyone of Mr. Alessi’s repore would surrender easily.

“According to the report I received on my desk this morning, one Marco Alessi was found and apprehended around 4am this morning. He was arrested on charges relating to the murder of one Charles Walker, and investigators are actively pursuing all leads. During the raid, officers found a knife that police believed to be linked to the crime. At the moment, anyone is encouraged to bring forward evidence in this case. I recognize this is an older case, but city police is ready to process any new information. I speak for the city when I say, I think we all want this resolved as swiftly and honestly as possible.” Richard paused, surveying the media for a moment. He was briefed extensively on the subject of the cost of his affiliation with the Walker family. It was advised to not delve further. However, it felt dishonest. There was an extent to what truths he would extend or not, and this wasn’t one of them. “It’s no secret I have close familial ties to the Walker family, and I care deeply about their loss. But I remind you, I serve the city, not the interests of anyone else or myself.” He said firmly.

Marco was escorted out of the complex, his brow cut slightly from the struggle in the flat. By now, occupants slowly emerged from their homes, dazed and confused. Who was this strange man being dragged out of their complex? He wasn’t a resident? Perhaps the police were ousting yet another trap house or illicit operation. From the looks of the sheer number of officers and detectives, it appeared to be serious. Amidst all the noise, no one would notice the fact that not a single piece of evidence left the flat originated from within.

“As I get familiar with the office, I intend to have my team remain transparent on any investigations into this case, as well as any other high-profile criminal activity. On top of solving the other issues that riddle this city, I want you all to feel safe and secure.” Richard glanced at the chief and gave a polite nod to have him step forward. “Thank you all for your time.” He backed away from the podium to allow the chief to take his place, the sudden rush of questioning and cameras flashing hard to ignore. It wasn’t like him to shy away from hard questions, but he had decorum to uphold. He gave a grateful pat on the shoulder to the chief before he and his staff disappeared back into Council House.

 

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Birmingham Central Police Station
- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham -

Robert Walker and Marco Alessi​

The Detective Sergeant and his colleague had left the interview room on the request of Marco's lawyer. With just Marco and the lawyer, Daniel, in the room it gave them both a chance to think in silence. With the handcuffs locked around both wrists, Marco carefully reached up to take a drink of water from the plastic cup. "How many more times do I have to keep repeating myself?" Marco asked his middle-aged lawyer. "I told them I killed Charles and they have the knife. Nothing's going to change. They've got me."

"They still have to be thorough," the well-spoken man answered. With the Fletchers paying his fees, it also came with the instruction to help Marco come out of this with minimal prison time. "It's not case closed merely because of existing feuds you had with Charles, nor that you were carrying a knife - that comes with your admittance of petty crimes. What you need to do is play on it being self-defence." Seeing Marco quickly shake his head, Daniel addressed him more firmly. "You said in your own statements it was self-defence. So we must focus on that. Charles was taller, stronger, and more physically imposing. Whilst you cannot prove he was threatening you, his physical advantage cannot be denied. We will also find witnesses who will testify to Charles's nature and the intimidating behaviour he often displayed."

"It was self-defence," Marco gave in, nodding his head. "But it just feels wrong to make excuses when a family lost a son and a brother. I still killed a man."

Voices where heard from outside the room door, catching both men's attention as they seemed to be somewhat raised. In the blink of an eye, the door swung open and a familiar man barged into the room. Seeing Robert and the anger in the man's eyes, Marco instinctively rushed up onto his feet.

"You low-life piece of scum!" Robert angrily addressed his son's killer, the fire burning in his eyes. After slamming his fist into the side of Marco's face, he grabbed his shirt by the collar and dragged him down onto the floor, causing one of the chairs to topple over in the process. Before Robert could do any real damage, he was restrained by two heavy-set police officers who gripped his arms and dragged him backwards out of the room.

Daniel reached a hand out to help Marco to his feet, making a comment about pressing charges. "No," Marco said, quickly shaking his head. Whilst wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his hand, he watched Robert being led further down the corridor until he was out of sight. "I killed his son. I'd want to smack me, in his place."

Out on the main corridor, Robert shrugged the officers away from him as their superior told them to let him go and give them some privacy. He was soon approached by the senior-level Sergeant, a man loyal and cooperative with the Walkers. "You need to leave. He's not worth getting yourself arrested for," he assured him. "He's off limits," he said, giving Robert a knowing look, considering in the past he'd been given certain liberties with detainees.

"That worthless rat killed my son and you're telling me he's off limits? Says who?" Robert snapped.

"I suggest you go speak with your friend, the new mayor. They're his instructions."

Birmingham Central Police Station
- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham -

Marco Alessi​

After hours of being questioned and Marco having to repeatedly go over what seemed to be the same information, he was eventually charged with the murder of Charles Walker. He would be remanded in custody until his trial. Marco was to stay in the one of the police station cells until his safe transfer to the prison was put into action.

For now, Daniel had managed to secure a short time for Marco to have a visitor. Tony was at the station and Marco agreed to accept a visit from him. Marco was waiting, seated at the table in the otherwise empty visiting room. His now bruised face was throbbing and cut lip stinging from Robert's attack, but all in all he was sure it could have been much worse from the mob boss. With his still cuffed hands rested on the tabletop, he toyed with the empty plastic beaker as he waited for Tony to join him. He was sure Tony would continue trying to push him to emphasise the self-defence angle, to plead not guilty. Even if it were true, Marco couldn't get passed the fact he'd killed another human being. He'd robbed people of a son, a sibling, a nephew, and a fiance.

Finley Residence
- Birmingham, England -

Robert Walker​

Robert had first been informed of Marco's arrest by one of his security guards. To find out the news had broke in a speech that morning from Richard himself had been difficult to get his head around. The fact his brother hadn't warned him in advance or even reached out to him directly after caused an anger to simmer within him. That anger was only overruled by his feelings towards the killer himself. However, Richard had even denied him of that release. Marco didn't deserve the kid gloves and protection.

After being escorted out of the station, Robert had his driver take him to Richard's house and go away until instructed to return. He didn't know how long he'd be waiting, so best not to keep his security parked outside. As much as he wanted to barge into the Mayor's Office to confront Richard, he knew better than to cause a scene there. The police presence, insufferable political personnel, and whoever else Richard was surrounded by in that place weren't worth his attention. Instead, he let himself into his brother's house where he intended to wait, no matter how long it took.

Robert was sipping the tea he'd helped himself to when he heard Richard open the door. Remaining comfortably seated in one of the living room armchairs, he waited for his brother to join him.

"I saw you on TV. It was a repeat of news from earlier, mind you," he commented. Carefully setting the mug down on the coffee table, he relaxed back in the chair, not making any sudden or confrontational physical moves. "Was there ever a point where you considered I should be told about my son's killer before everyone else? Before I had to hear it through gossip emerging from your press conference?" His voice was calm, but Richard knew the man enough by now to know that didn't reflect how he was really feeling.

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[ReverseTex]

Finley Residence
Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham
Misty Gray

Dr. Richard Finley​

After the press conference, Richard spent the rest of his day sifting through pre-scheduled meetings with various city agencies. Even if the first part of his morning revolved around the Charles case, he had to put that aside. The police had control of it, and he had other matters to attend to... Or so he thought. It seemed a few hours after his appearance, he received a call from the Seregant he placed in charge of Marco’s safety. Robert managed to slip in the station and cause a fuss. While the news didn’t surprise him, it simply wasn’t a matter he could deal with at work. Once he got home, he’d dial up his brother and sort it out…

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Richard loosened his tie as his new driver, Emilio, pulled in his driveway. Having his own security staff felt abnormal, even if he was used to Robert’s regular crew. The tax dollars went to his protection now, especially after the incident at the gala. So he wasn’t one to complain. Lazily, he thanked the boy and headed inside. The last thing he wanted to do was call Robert, knowing well his brother wouldn’t see the situation the same as him. As soon as he stepped through the door, he immediately noticed someone was inside. Instinctively, he froze, trying to remember where he kept his gun. However, the smell of a familiar tea and TV station clued him to realize it was Robert. Even if he was the last person he wanted to deal with, he was thankful it wasn’t an intruder.

“Gave me a damn fright, Robert.” Richard joked, his tie free in his hand now that he entered his living room. From the looks of it, his brother seemed to have been here awhile. His brother’s icy remarks about the press conference made his back stiffen; his levity zapped instantly. Even though his leg ached from the day, he opted to remain standing. He couldn’t get to comfortable around Robert. Not with what he was about to hear.

Calmly, he walked past Robert into the kitchen to fix himself a drink. “It did cross my mind, yes.” Richard matched his pointedness. “But tell me, why should I?” He called, followed by his brother’s footsteps into the kitchen. “For starters, I’m bound to an oath of law. What I do at work and how I do it is unfortunately none of your business anymore. On an ethical level alone, I can’t tell you about it.” Reaching for the scotch and two glasses, knowing Robert would want one, he began to pour. “Outside of that fact alone, you and Caroline are far from being in the proper headspace to deal with that.” Richard slid the glass across the counter to his brother, his eyes a near-glare.

“I’m doing this to protect you, don’t you see?” He said, frustration palpable. “People in this town were going to let him get away with it! Marco’s an honest lad, besides the fact of the matter. Everyone deserves equal trial and due process, even if it’s inconvenient for you.” Richard’s last words stung. He hadn’t used such a tone with Robert in years. It was rare the two men were at odds, and when they were… It was unbearable.

 

[Misty Gray]

Finley Residence
- Birmingham, England -

Robert Walker​

Robert tightened his jaw when Richard walked by him and into the kitchen. His irritation was only made worse by the man's question of why he should have told him about Marco. To him, in his reignited grief, that answer was beyond obvious. Standing up, Robert followed his brother. His comments about his work being none of his business seemed cold. In light of everything they'd been together and their family ties, it felt like a stab in the heart to be spoken to in that way from Richard. He scoffed at the mention of ethics, slowly shaking his head at absurd it sounded. "Ethics and politics. You're joking."

Robert took the glass of scotch as it was pushed towards him. Even as he took a sip, he didn't break the stare he was holding on Richard.

"I don't care about Marco and his doomed future. Charles was our family. You watched him grow up, because you're a part of this family. Am I now to understand your oath of law comes before family loyalty?" he asked.

Robert took another sip of his drink as he thought about the press conference he'd watched. "You spoke of solving this city's issues and being transparent on high-profile crime. Does that mean I should expect the police smashing their way into my home next?" he posed the question. Staring into his glass as he placed it down on the counter, he continued. "Because that's what it sounds like," he added, slowly raising his head to look Richard head on again.

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[Misty Gray]

Near the City Council House
- Birmingham City Centre, Birmingham -

Aidan Jones​

From across the road, Aidan had watched in the distance as Richard leave the Council House with his security close by. Newspaper open out in front of him, he sat on the bench, but was actually watching as the Mayor's driver started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Once the car was driven of out of sight, he lowered the newspaper and folded it up, setting it on his lap.

Aidan lit up a cigarette and took his first drag in time to see his trusted enforcer, Rhys, approaching him from the nearby public phone box. "The scum has left the building," he remarked, clearly referring to Richard. "Interesting he'd let Charles Walker's killer be arrested like that," he commented, pointing for Rhys to sit alongside him. "My dad was brutally murdered by the Walkers for less." He paused before shrugging his shoulders. "Never trust a politician, Rhys. Especially one who's friendly with the Walkers or Fletchers." Turning to his employee he pulled an expression that compelled him to speak up. "So, what do you know?"

"Owen said the meeting went well and Felicity gave him a quote. Obviously he'll be going ahead with the booking, but he wanted you to say when," he explained. "The other daughter, Diana, she's apparently stayed down in London, but Caroline is still here in Birmingham. I'm waiting to hear back about the Fletchers."

Aidan nodded his head as he took in the information. "There's plenty of them to choose from. We just need to know which would cause the most damage all round." Flicking the ash from the end of the cigarette, he looked around. With his eyes staring off into the distance, he continued on. "And what about Russo and his apparent ties to both families? Is he going to be a problem for us?"

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