Grim Gunman (Black Lagoon OCStory): Hired Enforcer [CANCELLED]

Hired Enforcer: Part 1 (Cleanin' dirty bidniss]

3:30 PM, 8th June, 1994

[Love Rollercoaster plays in the club]

Inside the Jackpot Club, Tony walked around to find BJ, an Afro-American tycoon. Dutch sent him over to BJ's gambling place to check what out any problems. Apparently, there was a business delay caused by a bunch of rival gangbangers.
The Jackpot Club had a bunch of black men and women partying their asses off with their cocktails and they were going crazy at large Blackjack tables. Through the crowd, Tony went up to one of the bouncers overlooking the card players near an ATM.

Tony: Hey mate. Any idea where BJ is?

Bouncer: Why'd you ask, fool?

Tony: I'm the Grim Gunman. BJ asked Dutch for help and he brought me over here.

Bouncer: Ah, ok. He's upstairs in his office. Third floor, third door with the writting "BJ's Office". But, don't you be causin' any trouble 'round here, cracka.

Tony: Alright, thanks. (Arsehole.)

Tony headed to the stairway at the north side of the casino section. He climbed up the stairs until he reached the third floor and he walked to the third door. He knocked on the door a few times.

Tony: Hey, BJ! You in there? Dutch sent me.

BJ: [behind the door] Ah yeah? Shiet, come on in, boy. Aight, that's enough, gurls.

Already opening the door, Tony saw BJ with two giggling hookers wearing nothing but their panties and garter belts. Their tits were flashing out with no fucks given. It appeared that BJ was having a private time with those women in his office.

Tony: Sorry, ladies. Business calls.

BJ: Yeah c'mon, bitches! Get the fuck outta here.

With that said, the bitches leave BJ's office so that he and Tony can talk about what's been bothering the man himself. A black hooker was the second to leave, as she gave Tony a dirty wink before closing the door behind him. BJ gets up his seat to pour a couple of glasses of Jack Daniel's.

Tony: So, you got a problem for me to sort out?

BJ: Damn right, boy. Now, what's your name again? Tony? My man, Dutch, he mentioned about ya.

Tony: Uh huh, that's my name. You know my partner?

BJ: [reluctantly] Yeah... [hands Tony a glass of whiskey and sips his own drink] Her name's Levy, right?

Tony: Revy. [drinks his whiskey] From what I recall, I don't think she likes you too much, BJ.

BJ: Yeah, well fuck her. I got plenty of ladies who keep me company and all that shit. [chuckles] Anyway, there's some street cats who think they can fuck with me by lurin' a few of my clients and good customers with crack and all that nasty shit, man. Them niggas are gotta be taught a fuckin' lesson and they'll fuckin' learn from me through you, my man, not to fuck with a good businessman.

Tony: So, you want me to kill those buggerin' gangbangers for stealin' both your customers and clients?

BJ: [gulps down his whole drink] That's right, T. I want them motherfuckers dead as Dillinger, d'you understand me? [Tony nodded in response] From what I've found out so far, they hang 'round in one of them crack dens, ya hear me?