Marty

Firepower At Frank's

The next morning, which was a slightly rainy day in Devlin, Stella got down my sizes for the jumpsuit I was gonna wear for the job in a week. An elevator repairmen. I knew absolutely nothing about elevators and to this day, I still don't. Other then it gets me up and down places. While I was assisting her at her and Alfonso's house, I asked her something that was already clearly obvious.

"Stella?"
"Yeah?"
"What's the relationship between you and Mr. Fratelli?"
She looked up. "We're together kid."
"Oh okay. How did you two meet?"
She smiled as Alfonso walked into the room. He told the story between them.

"You remember how I told you that I was planning to run for mayor last year?"
"Yes sir."
"I hired Stella as my campaign manager. I met her at a bar here."
"The Bowery?"
"No. It was called The Dancing Star. Real hole-in-the-wall Uptown."
"I think I passed that place before, but I've never been inside."
"Not missing much. Just an ordinary bar. I met her at The Dancing Star and we talked all night about how corrupt this city is. She wanted to change it for the better, just like me. So she agreed to become my campaign manager and sparks flew ever since."
"Wow. That's really special."
"Yes it is."

The day after that, Alfonso told me and that me and him are heading to pick up a package. Our firepower that we're gonna use during the escape in case we get any cops on us or The Yakuza has backup. The contact was a man named Frank Ortega. He had a secret business going on in his auto shop. In the top room of his store, he sold top-of-the-line weaponry.

We went over to his shop on 8th Street to get our package that day. I looked around and saw cars getting worked on by other mechanics. A man came over and approached us.

"Can I help you?"
"We're here to see Frank" Alfonso said.
"Oh. He's upstairs. Door on the le-"
"Yeah I know" Alfonso said as he was walking off.

I followed him upstairs to Frank's room. The room could've been mistaken for a small apartment. Frank was sitting behind his desk in the dark. I could see his black braided hair to the side of his shoulder. Frank Ortega was one of those Native Americans.

"Alfonso. Good to see you. Who's the kid?" His voice was hallow, yet calm.
"This is Marty. My new partner"
"Partner? A kid?"
"Looks can be deceiving. You know that for a fact"
He smirked. "True. Pleasure to meet you Marty. I'm Frank. Frank Ortega"
I shook his hand and replied.
"Nice to meet ya sir"

He got up and examined his clipboard. As soon as he found Alfonso's name, he checked it off with a pen and walked into a closet. When he came back, he was wheeling out 2 crates on a dolly.

"Here you are. 2 Thompson 1921's, C4 Plastic Explosive with a Detonator, and a Benelli 12 Gauge Pump-Action Shotgun."
"Great work." Alfonso replied. He then handed him a check and turned to me.
"Marty, go load these into the van"
"Right away Mr. Fra-"
"Listen kid, we're partners. Call me Alfonso."
"Okay Alfonso."

I didn't feel like a kid taking orders then. I felt like the kinda guy I wanted to be treated as. A man. Not a kid. I felt like I was respected.

After loading up the van, Alfonso and I drove off to his house where we prepared for the plan that would take place in 4 days.