
Brian.

"It involved the termination contract on this woman," he said, as he pulled a picture of a red-haired woman with blue eyes out of the folder and pushed it and the file into the middle of the table. "I am here to inform you all that this contract is to be considered dissolved. This woman, and all her family, are to left alone by us, for now, and forever."
The five of them leaned over the table to read the file. The two elders at the table, Sluggo and Meathead, glanced briefly at the picture in recognition, and then back to me without a word, and assumed a neutral look on their faces. Bucketshoes, in the white suit barely gave the picture a second look - he was one of the more recent Underbosses, and this matter had been before his time. The two nearest to Brian's position at the table, made no attempt to hide their surprise.

"Yeah, Dredge is my cousin," Coffin replied, on Brian's left. "He's gonna be locked up in that drywall-decorated six by four cell for the rest of his life thanks to her. Why should we let her off?"
"Because any harm done to her now would be meaningless. I have it on good information that her memory was lost, completely and irrevocably, due to the previous attempts to carry out the contract on her. For all intents, that woman is dead now, and her body is inhabited by a new woman who has done us no wrong."
Coffin snorted slightly, yet deferentially. "Are we supposed to ignore that she looks a lot like the woman you rescued from that asylum?"
Brian paused for a minute, then casually touched his finger to his lips. "Coffin, where is your father now?"

Brian tapped his fingers together. "And *why* specifically, is he home?"
The protest drained from Coffin's face as he understood what his Leader meant. "Because... because you forged the documents necessary to give him an alibi for the night he carried off his greatest smuggling score."
"And, given that, do you continue to object to lifting the contract on this woman?"
Coffin sighed, then got up from the table and bowed to Brian. "No, Leader. I will obey your decision."


It was time for a little Carp Diem. Brian reached inside his uniform, and took hold of something he held very close to his heart. Its surface felt slightly cold, but Brian grabbed its tail end with confidence, feeling the strong scales in his hand. With a move almost too fast to see, he brought it out and applied it with force to the side of Fishbait's head.

Fishbait's eyes were wide when he realized what had just happened. His Leader had just hit him upside the head with a dead fish. "Holy mackerel!" he cried, as he stumbled to his knees.
"Bass, actually," Brian said, putting on his most commanding tone. "I did not hit you just for the halibut, but to remind you of some of the... corrective remedies I have available to me, as Leader. Do you need to experience.... any others?"
With those words, Fishbait's head went utterly white, and he dropped to his knees again, begging for forgiveness.

(Now will be a small intermission, where small ice creams in very large boxes will be sold)

"Bass, actually..."
"Bass, trout, catfish, triple-speckled-Wrightian-sporefish, it doesn't matter. Brian, this is the craziest thing I've ever heard, and that's coming from someone who spent several months locked in an asylum with Anne."


In response, Brian moved to the bookcase, and took an old volume out of it. He did not open it, but turned and put it on the coffee table.

With a raised eyebrow, Deanna picked up the book and walked (well, waddled) over to the couch with it and sat down. She opened the book to the marked page, and read what it said there. She glanced at Brian, then resumed reading, a smile coming to her tanned face. Brian walked over and sat next to her as she read.

Deanna smiled, and then closed the book, and scooted over closer to her husband. "I do understand now. I believe you, more than ever. We are truly safe."

"We can't plan that yet, Brian. We don't know if it will be a boy or a girl."
"Well, it's bound to be one of the two...."
"Smart aleck."
"Your smart aleck."
6 comments:
Oh GAWD!! The fish puns! The FISH PUNS!!! *rolls around laughing her head off* That was great! And I'm glad to see you managed to do the whole sitting at the table thing ... you did a really good job of it if I do say so myself! :O))) WONDERFUL!!! Hehe. I loved the whole thing (especially the fish bit). HEHEHEHEHEE!!
I have to agree with Angelia. The fish puns were great!
Now . . . inquiring minds want to know what those 5 words were.
You did it! You managed to get great shots of them at the table. Bravo!
That aside ... Oh.my.Gawd. the fishy stuff was freakin hilarious!
Cute preggers picture of Deanna.
Ooo, nice set picture of the Simprano meeting!
Ha! You go, Brian! Nice to see you can play the game just as visciously as you need to. *grins*
"Carp Diem"? *snickers, then groans at the puns* Oh, man. You've been waiting for AGES to write that scene up, haven't you. *winces* (Nice use of the postures there, too!)
What 5 words?!? I still don't get it. *pouts*
OMG! *buries her head in the sand* tell me when the fish puns are finished!
But ... what 5 words? That's just cruel :(
I love Fishbait - is that foreshadowing, or what??! :DD And woot - are we going to see the fish so soon?! *bounces*
RotfLMAO!!~ Zomg - "...echoed in the room the way only a blow with a dead fish could. That is to say, not at all..."
*falls over laughing* I love it - Carp! :DD Halibut!! XDD *cries*
This CMM Brian is really growing on me - I think he wears the Red Fin very well! *nods*
Brava!
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