Wrestling the Kraken

Mahone

Mahone

Mahone showed up at the theater all dressed up in the finest suit he could rent with the station's budget. Stavo was at the other end of the lobby, Del La Rosa covered upstairs, and Parker remained outside patrolling the perimeter, while a couple of others were scattered throughout by the tents out back. The theater was quickly filling up.

Marcello walked up to him, shaking his hand. "Welcome, welcome." He said too loud, then he leaned in closer. "There are three shows scheduled inside the theater. The tents on the grounds out back will be open until 1AM"

"Got it. My men are already on it."

"Very good, yes, very good." Marcello said, shaking his hand and squeezing his shoulder.

Mahone noticed his pupils were dilated, and he seemed to be sweating profusely. Marcello whispered in his ear.

"Don't let the clown eat all the pie." Marcello said and stepped back looking above Mahone's head. Furrowing his brows, he began to swipe at the empty space there. He gave a loud shriek and ducked, as nothing came and darted at him. People began to stare and whisper.

"Okay. It's okay. Come on now." Mahone attempted to lead him away. Stavo caught the commotion and met up with him at the stairs. "Take him to his office and babysit him will ya."

Stavo nodded and led Marcello up the stairs. "Come on, let's go."

"... and figure out what he's on." Mahone called after him.

Once he left, Mahone let out a breath. This was going to be a long night. He walked around, taking note of the attendees he passed. A couple, by the looks of it, still in its early bud. A group of teens skipping the show and heading straight to the tents out back. An elderly woman well dressed, holding a small dog in her arms. Were dogs allowed in here?

He kept on walking around, casually making his way across the lobby. A young girl in her early twenties, short blonde hair, black shirt and jeans. Must be from out of town. Her skin was pale and she had that wide eye wonder of a tourist. Then again, she was at the magnificent Karras and Rossini Circus, he rolled his eyes.

Over the years he'd seen his fair share of circuses, but even he had to admit that none could bring grandeur the way the Karras and Rossini Circus did. Money, talent, they had it all. Where others were just good ol' fun, the Karras and Rossini Circus could bring on the 'wow.' That's exactly what Mahone heard from attendees as he passed them by.