Shalom, Ciao [Isaac/Imelda]

“Newark? Short notice, but I think I can manage to work something out with the officials. I’ll get you the details. Ideally, that’s only temporary until I can work out something more controllable.”

Isaac would remark as he went to adjust his coat, his hands layering over one another in the process. He liked the way everything was shaping off, if only because it was going smoothly. Very little ego and boasting one might expect from the Italians. As she got up he’d extend a hand out to the side gesturing for her to walk first.

“Pay is no issue. I own this establishment. I think me and my crew might be the only Jews you encounter in the Russian Mob.” He’d chuckle as he began to walk with her to lead her outside. His hands would remain in his pockets as he did so, the servers beginning to already tidy up their entire area. It was nice maintaining an air of civility, it kept the authorities from hassling too much especially in his little area within NYC. As they began to make their way outside he’d look for her car as he took his hands out his pockets.

“It was a pleasure, Imelda. I think-”

His words cut themselves off as his eyes seemed to lock onto a blacked out SUV which was turning the block. Something felt off about it, that sixth sense one developed when immersed in a life of danger and half-chances. Time almost seemed to slow the moment he heard the burnout of tires, as the vehicle began to rapidly drive down the street. Isaac’s teeth gritting as his eyes widened: An ambush. What the fuck!

His left hand went to shove Imelda behind him, and ideally towards the ground, while his right hand went towards his chest holster under his coat. He couldn’t risk her dying on his watch, the shit storm that would follow if she was killed might not be something he could weather. As the windows of the vehicle rolled down, the sound of gunshots would ring out as bullets narrowly whizzed past Isaac.

The handgun which Isaac revealed would be reminiscent of a 1911, with an extended barrel length. The engraving on the slide of the gun seemed to depict a highly detailed bearded man, with a face of anguish. Isaac would point the firearm at the SUV which was speeding towards them down the road, his finger would squeeze the trigger as a look of silent focus came onto his features.

Multiple shots would leave the barrel of his gun striking the windshield of the vehicle, a spray of red splattering somewhere in the vehicle as it veered off course smashing into a light pole. The Enforcer would keep pulling the trigger as he approached the vehicle, as the passenger side door would open to reveal an asian man crawling out holding their chest, the sound of glass and metal hitting the floor as Isaac arrived to place his foot on his chest.

“You’re a dumb mother fucker.”

“Fu-”

A single gunshot would be heard, as the back of the man’s head exploded onto the concrete. A backsplash of blood touched the face of Isaac, as he turned around to begin to approach Imelda. His stride widening as his arms swung a bit sucking in a breath he’d holster his gun, as his men seemed to be already pulling a car up. His hand would come up to remove the blood stained glasses, his gaze now focused on her.

“My deepest apologies. But we must go.”

The fucking Triads had attempted a hit. The question remained, who sold them out?