Grim Gunman (Black Lagoon OCStory): Hired Enforcer [CANCELLED]

Hired Enforcer Part 3 [Mo' Guns, No Money, Mo' Problems]

7:30 PM, June 12th, 1994

In the rec room, Tony was napping on one of the sofas. The room was almost empty, since the rest of the Lagoon crew went back home. However, Dutch came in the room and stepped to where Tony was and flicked his head to wake him up. The Gunman himself then woke up, having his nap interrupted.

Dutch: Wake him, T. I've got a assignment for us to deal with. I could use an extra hand, since you're the only gunslinger here.

Tony: [grumbles] C'mon, Dutch..! I've had a rough mornin' with all the tight schedules! Just fuck off please...

Dutch: Now, Tony.

Dutch then smacked Tony in the back of his head, prompting him to get his ass up from the sofa and properly waking him up.

Tony: Fuckin' hell, fine! I'm up!

Dutch: That's what I like to hear. Now, there's a small gang of Cubans in Downtown who refused to pay for the firearms they brought from us a month ago. We need to use a little persuasion to get them to pay. You game for it?

Tony: Yeah, sure. Not much to do, anyways. (I was havin' a lovely rock concert dream until you showed up, dickhead.)

[3 minutes later]
[It's the Limit by Cro-Mags plays on car stereo]

In Tony's dull-looking car, he and Dutch drove around downtown to meet the customers who hadn't paid for the guns yet.

Dutch: We should be meeting those Cubans at some alley nearby. I know what they look like, so I'll let you know.

Tony: A'right. If the pricks don't pay up, I'll resort to beatin' the shit outta them 'til we get the cash.

Dutch: And remember, it's unnecessary to kill them, so don't get too far ahead of yourself, Tony.

Tony: Uh-huh, sure thing.

Dutch: Pull over at that alley on your left, they're here.

Tony pulled over near an alleyway at a dirty street. At the sidewalk, there were two Cubans waiting for the suppliers they brought the guns from. Dutch and Tony got out of the car and walked up toward the men.

Cuban 1: Hey, what you doin', comemierda? What you want?

Tony: Shit eaters? Christ, you bastards are nasty.

The Cubans began laughing at the crewmen's faces.

Cuban 2: So, what you want, eh? We don't want our time wasted by a couple of maricóns

Dutch: We want your payment for the guns you two got from us. It's been a month now and it's best to pay up immediately.

Instead of complying, one of the Cubans laughed at Dutch's attempt in a mocking tone and the other Cuban slowly shook his head in disapproval.

Cuban: 2 We don't even recall. Now fuck off, dickhead.

While Dutch was staring at the men in a menacing vibe, Tony was beginning to get agitated and decided to step up.

Tony: Listen, spics: lend us over the payment money, or I'll bash your goddamn skulls open and scrape your brains around the fuckin' street. How 'bout that?