Murder For One, Make It For Two

Chapter 9

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VERY MILD GORE!

Night had settled over New York as cars zoomed by down the street. Down one of the alleys a car was parked, giving more privacy as Anthony as Anton force open the access hatch.

With a loud grunt, the hatch opens, revealing the stairwell down to the sewers.

"Yeesh, now that's rot." gagged Anthony.

"I agree, but if it's our only way in than we must." said Anton.

"Alright, got the disguise?" asked Anthony.

"Yes as well as a notepad to write fake notes in." said Anton.

With a final nod, the two head down into the sewer and the white haired man lights a lantern up.

"Alright, so we'll be using a knife, even though we're underneath the city, a gunshot down here may get some attention." said Anthony.

"Well knives are my specialty." said Anton.

The mobster just rolls his eyes as they make their way through the sewers. Taking a look at his sketch of a map, Anthony takes a turn and soon they see a latter leading up into the roof.

"Here it is." he said.

Anton nods and shifting the bag more over his shoulder, starts climbing up. Anthony follows and using the light from the lantern, they see the top hatch.

The radio host pushes on it for the hatch to squeak loudly but luckily no one was around.

The room was filled with boxes and other items of junk, but the hatch was hidden from plain sight so that was a good sign. Anthony checks the hatch to groan before shutting it.

"The hatch is to small to just drag the guy down, I think we'll have to kill him here and then shove his body down the hole." said Anthony.

"Doesn't truly matter to me so long as we remain unseen and he dies." said Anton, buttoning up the trench coat to put the collar up and place the fedora on his head.

He grabs the press badge and attaches it to the breast pocket and faces the white haired man.

"How do I look?" he asked with an amused smile.

Anthony just chuckles to give his lips a quick peck.

"Like a noisy reporter, but I just realized something, won't people recognize you by your voice, you are on the radio." said Anthony.

The brunette hums for a moment before chuckling. This confuses the mobster before the brunette locks eyes with him.

"Then 'ow 'bout I talk like dis then, cher, think they would know it was mea?" asked Anton.

Anthony freezes to look at the man, eyes wide in shock.

"Holy shit, that accent." he gushed.

"I let ya know real quick, cher, dis is ma real voice, but it don't work no 'ow on tha radio so I keep it hidden, ya dig?" asked Anton.

"I see, but damn it all Smiles, I thought you couldn't get any hotter and then you let lose this." said Anthony, cheeks red.

Anton laughs and uses a finger to lift his Anthony's chin to meet his gaze.

"Is that right, cher, ya like dis here ol' accent of mine?" he asked.

"Stop, stop, we have a job, quite teasing me." begged Anthony, hiding his face.