Secret Bank, Washington DC, Afternoon
Dec. 10th, 2006 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyMost banks did not have sunday hours. But Credit Dauphin this one did. That's because this one's typical clients didn't keep regular business hours.
The guy who greeted him at the door looked skeptically at Billy's less than upper upper crust attire.
Billy didn't really care what this guy thought of him. "I've got a key." he said. "I didn't steal it."
"May I see this key?" the man inquired. Billy showed it to him. After examination, he sniffed. "Anyone dressed like you would never be able to steal something from one of our clients. It takes a highter class of thief to be able to pull that off."
"I'm an aesetic." billy said shortly. "The box?"
"this way." The man led Billy to a vault, where the key was inserted into a lock, and a conveyer belt started upthank you Da Vinci Code "Ring if you need anything." And he was left alone.
While billy waited, he fretted. But the wait and fretting didn't take long, as a metal suit-case moved along the belt, and stopped in front of him.
Billy opened the case, and boggled. there, was a lot of cash in that case. And, sheathed and nestled atop the cash, was a knife. A very pretty, finely crafted, and deadly looking knife.
He tested it. Perfectly balanced. Inside the sheath, there was a note.
Custom made for your hand and skill. Happy Holidays, James McCullen Destro XXIV and Anastasia De Cobray
"Son of a bitch." Billy found himself smiling. "Bastards are gonna make me cry." He also found protocol for reaching them if he wished, which he doubted he would.
He was going to need to do something with that cash, which the man was perfectly willing to help him out with. He also gave billy the business card of a tailor. Billy smirked, thanked him, then went out to do some handwavey christmas shopping.
The guy who greeted him at the door looked skeptically at Billy's less than upper upper crust attire.
Billy didn't really care what this guy thought of him. "I've got a key." he said. "I didn't steal it."
"May I see this key?" the man inquired. Billy showed it to him. After examination, he sniffed. "Anyone dressed like you would never be able to steal something from one of our clients. It takes a highter class of thief to be able to pull that off."
"I'm an aesetic." billy said shortly. "The box?"
"this way." The man led Billy to a vault, where the key was inserted into a lock, and a conveyer belt started up
While billy waited, he fretted. But the wait and fretting didn't take long, as a metal suit-case moved along the belt, and stopped in front of him.
Billy opened the case, and boggled. there, was a lot of cash in that case. And, sheathed and nestled atop the cash, was a knife. A very pretty, finely crafted, and deadly looking knife.
He tested it. Perfectly balanced. Inside the sheath, there was a note.
Custom made for your hand and skill. Happy Holidays, James McCullen Destro XXIV and Anastasia De Cobray
"Son of a bitch." Billy found himself smiling. "Bastards are gonna make me cry." He also found protocol for reaching them if he wished, which he doubted he would.
He was going to need to do something with that cash, which the man was perfectly willing to help him out with. He also gave billy the business card of a tailor. Billy smirked, thanked him, then went out to do some handwavey christmas shopping.
