I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 14

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Wednesday, January 19th, 1921
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The next few days passed with... surprisingly no issues. Of course, the papers for two or so days after the death of Mr. Provenzano were all over the story, classing it as a vicious alligator attack which Alastor was just fine with. If the public were told that, then so be it.
The weekend breezed by into the weekdays once again, and with Mardi Gras gradually getting closer and closer, the city was really starting to get into the mood. There were more and more people out in the evenings, which for Anthony and Alastor, wasn't exactly great. Not at least when they were quietly observing Lawrence Batallier.

Wednesday the nineteenth of January soon hit and time was getting on. Alastor had gone to work as usual that morning with the plans to meet Anthony in the evening, however, their plans that evening were slightly different than usual. They weren't going to watch Batallier from across a park. They were going to go to the very hospital he funded, a specific goal in mind.

Anthony hadn't told Alastor about what they had to do yet and as they stood outside at a bit of a distance, the Italian looked at the taller man.

"Alright. So, dad says I gotta go in and see if there's anythin' in Batallier's office. He didn't say how though."
He began, taking a drag of a cigarette.

Alastor, ironically, didn't like hospitals too much; but, since this was a job that had to be done, he had to suck it up and go in.
"His office will be on the top floor."

"First I guess we wait until we see him leave. Y' got your knife on ya?"
The blonde asked.

Alastor gave a nod, patting his pocket.
"Always."

The butcher wasn't sure what they'd be able to find in Batallier's office in the hospital, but if Anthony's father had requested his son take a look, then Alastor knew Anthony was going to do just that.
"He's most definitely in the building right now, but it's a question of whether he's in his office or not."

"We wait 'till he leaves, then I need ya t' take the knife and cut me deep enough that I need stitches. That'll give us an excuse t' go in. Once I'm all patched up, we find our way up. I'll be able to pick the lock. No more than an hour. Then we continue our evenin' as usual."
Anthony explained as he looked towards the building and then to Alastor. He knew it wasn't the greatest plan, but it was the best he could come up with without breaking a bone or something more severe.

Looking down at the Italian, Alastor shot him a look of confusion before slowly nodding.
"While yes, I can certainly injure you so badly that you will require stitches, I also do not think that sustaining an injury at a time like this is... smart. It will take a while to fully heal, and you are here on a job. Being injured is hardly ideal."
He voiced his concerns, of course, none of them having anything to do with actually harming Anthony- that was the easy part.

Anthony's brows furrowed a bit.
"Smiles, it's an occupational hazard. Y' ain't goin' t' town and stabbin' the hell outta me. It's just a cut here."
He said as he pointed to his left bicep.
"Ain't my shootin' arm or nothin'. Y' want me t' fall outta some tree and break my leg instead? I could do it myself if y' want; and unless y' got a better idea, shaddup and do as your told. This is my job and I'm gunna do whatever I gotta do t' get it done without any holdups."

Alastor raised his chin a little, eyes narrowing as he listened to what Anthony had to say.
"Hm, you're quite authoritative when you want to be, aren't you?"
He began, with a smirk.
"Good."
Reaching into his pocket, Alastor quickly pulled out his knife, giving it a twirl.
"Come on then, pass me your arm. I will try not to hit a vein."