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"Well for starters, look at my face... Young Kirk Douglas. And now the business end of this I want in. I want on your 'team'" Porter stood up to face J.J. and heard a crunch sound. He looked to his feet and realized the mess. " Sorry mate, I was in the sewers before i jumped up here. Didn't want to hurt your rep."

"Not exactly, I want to say that I'm turning over a new leaf. And my good behavior being well documented inside major U.S. cities will get other countries to ease up on my personal secret manhunt. Do you know that Canada still refuses to deny my existence." He scratched under his chin at his whiskers. " All I'm asking for is a shot and well... let's just say minimal accommodations."


Victor's desk laid upside down and every drawer was flung in all corners of the room. Cabinets where tipped chairs broken, paintings ripped to shreds. " It's all a ******** front! He this is it I had a feeling deep down, but I never put it together!" Damian said he was rather disheveled looking now and a tad bit sweaty. He adjusted his hair and fixed his jacket.

As he calmly closed the door behind him and headed for J.J.'s office. In the waste basket there was a burning picture of Victor and his best friends Ricky and Danny. He had forced them to get a family photo. It was one of many. Victors eyes had dark circles drawn around them and his mouth and chin had been blacked out. Red ink was used up and down Ricky's body and the image of Danny was too burnt to clearly be noticed.

Porter laughed and pointed two gun hand gestures at J.J. waving them about, "Eh Dirty Harry, you think pulling a gun on my would be scary?" He smirked and a second passed then another and another before he realized it he stared down the barrel and for the first time he was afraid of what it could do, " I can... this is.... what have you done? You never touched me what did you do?" A bead of sweat rolled down from his brow and grazed the corner of his lips as he began to shake.


Outside Damian strolled up to Ed, " He in there? And don't tell me he's in the restroom or some crap." He looked from Ed to the woman accompanying him and back to Ed. "Babysitting too? Man what does he have hanging over you, I've seen you in action but clearly I must have been mistaken, you can't be the same man who broke down the Yakuza invasion into the valley nine years ago, no that guy wasn't a tie wearing eunick."

"Now wait a minute J.J. For starters you may be the man in charge but that hand cannon is no where near the sound of a sneeze and people are going to come rushing in here. But I do have to say that, if I may here.... I don't think your Miss Cleo was speaking of my death or yours... Hear me out" Porter put his hands up, " I get the whole not up front bit but I just want you to know I planned on giving you a show of good faith I was going to cut out some unwanted competition that you absolutely have. In a permanent manner of speak. I believe that would be the death of which you speak."


"Mr. Snyder is in a meeting with me sweetheart," Damian locked eyes with Ed and continued, "Did you know that your boy toy there walked straight into a room with filled with twelve armed Kyodai, a Wakagashira and three Shatei all guarding their Oyabun... two kaikei as well I think. " He noticed her not following. " Basically he killed twelve thugs hospitalized three punks, permanently paralyzed a lieutenant, blinded one of the two accountants, Which I always heard it was with your pinking?, And murder the family's boss." He put his hands in his pockets and gazed down at her finally, " He's a dirty dirty man who has got a lot of sin in his tank, not like the sugar in yours sweetheart so why don't you go in there and tell Mr. Snyder his only important appointment is here."

Damian walked into the office and waited for Ed to close the doors, "I'm willing to give this civil thing a chance you piece of s**t. But I'm not willing to be put second on the list of anyone's priorities, so for starters who the ******** is that and why in the hell is his filthy rat-face in here talking to you before me?" He pointed at Porter with out the decency to look at the man he was insulting.

"Oi you loud mouth flamboyant peacock. Don't come strutting in ere giving me s**t because you didn't get top billing on his schedule, and furthermore" He motioned to his face, "Young Kurt Douglas, note the cleft chin and steely eyes?" Porter squinted

Porter flopped onto the couch right as Damian started up. " Listen I get it you have done an absurdly phenomenal job at hiding who you are from the world. I get it, so I'll keep my lips sealed for a bit about the tales I know of. But and so help me if you don't have a damn good explanation for abandoning the team you assembled to take down the fags in tights and figure out the mountain fiasco when we all came back. I mean s**t you just let us get pinched out there." He opened his jacket before he took a seat in a chair on the opposite side of the room.

"You heard my offer......well mostly." Porter blurted as he watched Kitty on the news.

"Future" They said simultaneously. Then glared at each other.

"I'm in when we have the people I can close some of my older grudges. And finally put myself back on the fast track to success." Damian smiled.

"I just need the good PR man, I'll support you all the way to the white house I need a ******** presidential pardon." Porter sat up on the couch and looked to each of the three men in the room, " I just have one question boss, what's the plan?"

"I'll take the job with pleasure Snyder, I just want a different office. that one is going to need some serious cleaning." Damian laughed.

"Well then I'll be around when you need me talents boss. that is if I can leave now...?" Porter raised an eyebrow and his pitch for the permission.