excuse me m’am what are you doing with that axe
@axeandfloof
With the support of the mafia, the weapons supplier and the weapons dealer have monopolized this part of the city, at the very least. Fugo is decidedly proud that his negotiations lead to a hefty cut for the organization; it was his idea, one he pitched to their capo (a condescending, unpleasant man who waved Fugo off, telling him to do whatever he liked, so he did). Their capo, of course, took the credit, but their gang nevertheless gained his favor, whatever that might be worth. After all, the arrangement has proven quite lucrative.
He’s supervising the latest shipment to make sure it gets delivered safety. The supplier reported trouble during the last delivery, so it’s Fugo’s job to make sure whatever punks think they can interfere are proven sorely mistaken. It’s a task more suited to someone like Abbacchio, but given the rapport he’s established with both parties, he’s the one they trust.
For better or for worse, the thugs leave this shipment alone. That likely means Fugo will need to continue his supervision until he can reprimand the culprits, but at least it makes this particular night a bit easier. He greets the weapons dealer, stepping into the storeroom and helping to unload the newest goods. The dealer has to step away as a customer walks through the door, and Fugo can’t help but be curious as he hears a delicate voice asking to see the newest axes.
It’s a girl who looks to be about his age, the one who was at the Valentine’s Day “party,” he believes. She’s dressed in pink, face framed with soft curls, though her face is set with stubbornness. This is no place for someone like her. He carefully places the last few swords and confronts her.
“This is a dangerous place for someone like you. Do you even know where you are?”
