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Joe Rispoli noticed the hitch in Samantha's voice, and the only visible indication that the consigliere noticed was a slight downward movement of his eyebrows. Mentally filing that observation aside, Joe took a couple of last bites of his shrimp and downed his drink, "Show us the way, Miss Samantha. Let's see Mr. Cobblepot then."

Joe Rispoli calmly observed Samantha working the keycard on the elevator controls. Keeping quiet, the consigliere patiently waited for the elevator doors to open once more. When they did, Joe turned toward the redhead, motioning with his hand, "Ladies first."

Joe Rispoli gave the redhead a warm smile, "Thanks Sam, hope to see you later." With that, Big Joe entered Penguin's office casually looking around, spying on the wall a painting of an Osprey snaring a Weakfish. With a smile, Joe turned toward Oswald Cobblepot extending his hand, "Mr. Cobblepot, I'm Joe Rispoli. I represent Mr. Frank D'Amico in all business matters. It is nice to make your acquaintance, especially a fellow member of the Audubon Society. By the way, that is a wonderful painting by J. J. Audubon himself. And if I don't miss my guess, you purchased that very painting in an auction from an estate sale in Trenton three years ago."

Morquka stepped out of the portal in an alleyway. It had opened underneath him as he was walking to his favorite pub. He walked out of the alley as the portal closed behind him and he noticed he was in a city he did not recognize. He walked for short distance before coming to a building. A club by the looks of it. The fact that there were men at the door told him that is was an expensive or exclusive place. He decided it was worth it to see if he could get in. He hadn’t had a drink today and he wasn’t in the mood to look for a liquor store. He was dressed in his usual red and black flannel shirt, white tank top, blue jeans, and boots. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned, his lighter in his front left jeans pocket, three expensive cigars in his front left pocket of his flannel shirt. As usual he had no wallet on him. No identification. He walked up to the front door of the place and waited for the men to check him. He was short and scrawny in his human form but that didn’t really matter.

"No can do. Left my wallet at home. My Name is Morquka Efrika," Then He reached for his flannel shirt's pocket and pulled out two of his three cigars. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a fold of hundreds. His pay for the month. "Want a cigar?" He asked as he offered each of them one of his cigars. Then he started counting his fold of hundreds; pretending to care about the money and making sure he actually still had all of it. From the looks of it he'd need to bribe these guys just to get in. Then after a moment he offered the entire fold to the men along with the cigars. "Should be $10,000.00. Count it yourself if you don't believe."

"Then take 10 hundred dollar bills each and slip them into your pockets. Point me to your superiors and I'll pay them the rest. Find me when your shifts are over. I'll make sure you get the cigars. Sound good?" Morquka offered. It was the best he could really offer.

"Thank you. I'll see you when your shifts are over," Morquka said in thanks before going inside. He walked straight for the front desk and upon reaching it he held up what remained of the fold and said, "Dale and Bill say hi." He stayed calm and confident as was his way. To others his confidence was usually mistaken for arrogance, which usually helped him keep up his guise as a the person he'd become to survive in this human riddled world.

Morquka waited patiently. He was nothing if not patient. When the waitress walked up and asked whether he'd be sitting in a smoking or non smoking area, He answered, "Preferably Smoking." Then he followed. He smoked cigars partly because he enjoyed it, but also because the smell helped him ignore the scent of humans. "I could go for a strong drink. I hope this place has plenty of stock in the strong stuff."