Jackythejack
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The scene took place in Upstate New York. It was a cool summer's night. You could feel the jovial attitude of everyone as they walk down the street and enjoyed their night. However, there was one woman who was mentally preparing herself to get some information out of a man. Some man who had been apparently working with the mob who hadn't been connected to sudden disappearances, cases of assault (and power), and General strange behaviors. She was undercover, ready to figure it out. She had to play as the guy's comrade to really get in with him, and now, she invited him to a game.
An old, rundown apartment complex. That's where D'arby said to meet her. She didn't question it at the time but admittedly it was strange. Not any stranger than the man himself. He kept talking about stands, but Mary didn't understand a lick of it. She shook her head and stepped into the complex. Third floor, room number 27. That's where he was. She sighed and stepped into the room. It reeked of alcohol. D'arby was at the dinner table, shuffling a deck of cards. Blackjack, poker? No matter. Soon D'arby will be going from a Full House to the jailhouse.
"Ah, you've shown up, Jackie. Pleasure to have you here."
"let's skip the pleasantries, J." Mary pulled out her detective's badge and presented it to him, moving forward as she did. His eyes widened. "Mary Muldoon, private eyeball. You're gonna be telling me everything you know about that little mob you're working for."
D'arby's smile faltered for only a moment before it came back into that smug face of his. He knew something she didn't. "Now now, detective. Let's not get hasty. Let's discuss this over a simple game of cards. Now do you prefer blackjack or-"
"Cut the cards, D'arby!" She smacked the deck out of his hands and slammed her hands on the table. "You're coming with me to the clink, where we're gonna be asking a few questions."
Knowing he didn't have anywhere else to go, D'arby swung a fist at Mary. This was it, all or nothing.
(Speed is equalized, Mary doesn't have a gun)
Mary Muldoo
Daniel J. D'Arby
An old, rundown apartment complex. That's where D'arby said to meet her. She didn't question it at the time but admittedly it was strange. Not any stranger than the man himself. He kept talking about stands, but Mary didn't understand a lick of it. She shook her head and stepped into the complex. Third floor, room number 27. That's where he was. She sighed and stepped into the room. It reeked of alcohol. D'arby was at the dinner table, shuffling a deck of cards. Blackjack, poker? No matter. Soon D'arby will be going from a Full House to the jailhouse.
"Ah, you've shown up, Jackie. Pleasure to have you here."
"let's skip the pleasantries, J." Mary pulled out her detective's badge and presented it to him, moving forward as she did. His eyes widened. "Mary Muldoon, private eyeball. You're gonna be telling me everything you know about that little mob you're working for."
D'arby's smile faltered for only a moment before it came back into that smug face of his. He knew something she didn't. "Now now, detective. Let's not get hasty. Let's discuss this over a simple game of cards. Now do you prefer blackjack or-"
"Cut the cards, D'arby!" She smacked the deck out of his hands and slammed her hands on the table. "You're coming with me to the clink, where we're gonna be asking a few questions."
Knowing he didn't have anywhere else to go, D'arby swung a fist at Mary. This was it, all or nothing.
(Speed is equalized, Mary doesn't have a gun)
Mary Muldoo
Daniel J. D'Arby
