Twist of Fate

Unexpected meetings

Money. Money was often the drive of many people.  Some worked hard their entire lives for it. To keep food on the table for their loved ones or just to keep a roof over their head. Some people killed for it. Others were simply greedy. 

Often times, some people got too greedy and would 'borrow' money.  Where they got the borrowed money from could be several places.  Most law abiding citizens would go to the bank or family for a loan. But then again some questionable people would go to mobs and gangs to get money.  Assassins for hire were often difficult to get a hold of or straight refused to be hired.

When going to get the said 'borrowed' money for the return policy, was more often then not harder then expected. Sitting in a deck chair, was a frustrated black and grey speckled haired man. Every so often the man let lose a sigh every 5-10 minutes. The man in question did indeed have a very good reason to be frustrated. a little over 2 years ago, an old 'friend' had came to 'borrow' some money with a interest rate; Including a time limit that was now, at its end.

Armando would have to send one he could trust explicitly. He could have no room or question of loyalty for this job. 2 years ago Alexander Balanch had come and 'borrowed' 250,000 dollars with the promise of paying double back. For a total of half a million dollars, Armando would trust no other than his children to know how to handle the situation. Within the last year he had sent 4 verbal reminders of the payment. No one had orders to do anything threatening. Simply go, meet, give verbal reminder and then leave. But after each reminder, his people had  been beaten, cut, hospitalized or returned dead. The last person he sent had been one of his closest friends. Rigil. (*Rye-Jill)

When Rigil's body had been found... no one in the ground could say they have ever heard a scream come Armando's body. The scream had been one full of pain and outrage. Of disbelief and regret.  Of guilt.  

Picking up the phone sitting on his desk, he called his most loyal to come and be debriefed on the situation.  Not 2 minutes later, he heard the soft footfalls of leather boots on wooden floors. Then a quick series of patterned knocks on the door.

His daughter had come.

"Come in Nevi. We have much to  discuss. "  Armando called through the door.

Waltzing in his office was his 10 year old daughter. (No she hasn't turned 11 yet.) Dark grey jeans, leather mid calf boots and an old shirt of her brothers, was all she had thrown on today. ( She obviously has undergarments on.) Flopping into her claimed chair, she turned to face her Papa.

"What's up Papi? Do I need to get my play things?" Nevicata asked and tilted her head, noticing the worry and grief displayed on his face.  It wasnt like her father to have his emotions and thoughts so open. So vulnerable... Something was majorly wrong, and she was going to get to the bottom of it as quickly as possible.

"Bambino.. piccola, uno dei miei buoni amici è stato trovato morto e tormentato. Tuo zio Rigil... i need you to finish the job and bring his killer(s) back. Dead or alive. " Papa had said emotionlessly as possible. "And if it is who i think it is. bring him alive and take all things or monetary value. No one else is to live. No survivors. If  children are present, wipe their minds and randomly place them in different countries. And above all, Do Not Leave Any Evidence." The finality in his tone left no room for any  dispute.

"Si Padre. Quando dovrei partire?" She asked straightening her back as her eyes hardened to diamonds. 

"In 4 hours."

Standing Nevicata nodded and began leaving the office.

"Piccola... please be safe and return home to me and our family." Armando said just loud enough for his daughter to hear. 

"Sempre padre. Tornerò sempre dalla nostra famiglia, qualunque cosa ostacoli.. " Nevi stated as she left and began preparing for the fight and justice to come.