Alessio sits alone at a table for two in the kitchen of Puttanesca. The staff scurry around him, focused on their duties. No one wants to screw up in front of the boss. He idly sips a glass of 1970 Taurasi. The strong wine compliments the vitae nicely. It is not long before Severo pushes his way into the room, followed shortly by Nicky No-Socks.

Nicky tentively takes a seat across from Alessio, who signals for a glass of wine to be brought.

They sit there for several minutes without speaking. Alessio cooly eyes Nicky over the table. The tension gets to be to much for Nicky, who speaks, attempting to break the silence.

"I..."

Alessio cuts him short with an upraised finger.

"We must wait for our other dinner guest..." Alessio explains.

After a few more tense moments, in which Nicky's eyes dart frantically about, he sputters out a question.

"B... But their are only two places set..."

He is cut off, once again, as Severo enters through the back exit, dragging a large something wrapped in a dark blanket. He tosses his load onto one of the stainless steal tables, and pulls off the cover, revealing a battered, pale, naked japanese girl.

Nicky stares, too shocked to speak. Chef Passon enters through a side door and approaches the body with a meat cleaver in one hand and a boning knife in the other. He begins to sing in Italian, in a resounding Baritone.

"The books don't add up."

Alessio's words break Nicky from his trance. He wheels around, looking at Alessio slack jawed.

"I... I... I..." is all he can manage.

"You have one week to make the books add up." Alessio's words are punctuated by Passon setting a plate before him with a still warm human heart set in a pool of cooling, congealed blood. "We do not tolerate useless things. If something becomes useless... We find a use for it." Alessio cuts a bite off, dipping it into the blood before eating it. He wipes his mouth with his napkin before locking eyes with Nicky. "Capisca?"

2008-07-20 21:36:34 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Intimidate 9,4,8,8,6,6,10 (6 successes)

Nicky goes bone white and the faint odor of ammonia permeates the room. The only noise he can make is a series of quick, gasping sounds, but he manages several twitchy nods of comprehension.

"Good!" Alessio says with a smile. "Now, get the fuck out."

Nicky is gone in a flash. Alessio listens to the sound of the kitchen door swinging on its hinges as he takes another bite of his dinner. He savors the salty, metalic taste, then turns to Severo.

"Well, that went nicely."  

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