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The sound of the body dropping, blood stained and almost little trace of life, manages to fill Tommy’s hunger (and his wallet too).

“Cheers Steele. I’ll be back for the rest” says Tommy with a smirk on his face as he transfers a few notes from Steels wallet and into his own.

“Oh shite...” mumbles Tommy as he puts on his suite jacket and looks at his stopwatch which reads 3:02 in the afternoon. “You’ve just made me late...” he says looking down at Steele who is too scared and beaten to talk.

“Anyways. Good doing business with you” gestured Tommy before beginning his journey from the end of the room towards the door, stepping over beaten bodies and debris of wooden tables and glasses littered all across the room.

“You’ve made a fucking mess Tom...” nags the famous voice of Jamie Horlick. The youngest of the three. Only in his early 20s, very early, but is 5ft11 and is built like the average person wearing a 2 piece grey suit.

“You could’ve helped instead of waiting out here tossing your fucking self off Jamie..” replies Tommy before grabbing the cap off Jamie’s head and placing it on his own.

“I was fucking keeping a look out!” Justifies Jamie as he extends both arms in honesty.

“Do one Jamie” Replies Tommy as he reaches into his suit pocket to grab a cigar.

“Fucking keeping a look out...” mumbles Tommy to himself before placing the cigar to his mouth and lighting it with a golden and engraved lighter.

“How about next time i’ll keep a look out and you go inside huh? Does that sound fucking nice to you Jamie?” Adds on Tommy as he points at Jamie who is following behind him.

“Fuck you..” was Jamie’s respond as he trails behind his older brother who’s pacing his walk towards the Horlick pub.