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Light filtered through the near-empty bottles sitting on the bar, staining the wooden structure various hues of reds and greens, making it look more lonely and dirty than it really was. Or perhaps not. Perhaps it really was just lonely and dirty. I wouldn't know. It wasn't for me to know. I was just a simple fool, sitting there, waiting, waiting for my signal.
I was there to meet someone that night. I had a sweet deal coming up, and despite the fact that there was something a little fishy about my newest partner, the money was good enough to make me want to take the chance. That's what I did, made money. It didn't matter how, whether the work be honest, or of a more dubious flavor, if the money was good. It wasn't the only thing that I knew- I could have well gone into an honest trade like chirugeoning- but I didn't want to. I liked change. I liked it alot.
The man came in, a deceptively fat opponent with a slight rightward limp. I knew the limp was fake. The poor b*****d had tried that cripple stuff on me the first time that I met him, only with a bum arm. I nearly let my guard down. But not quite. That's why the man liked me, because I wasn't dumb enough to let him kill me. Anyone that dumb deserved what he got, the man had said when we first met, when he first invited me into his little club.
As he sidled up next to me, I felt my own hand tense around the little shot glass it was holding. However, when he spoke, I didn't jump, or even look up.
"Rooney, bin lookin' for ya."
That was the signal. I got up......


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