Start with Rizzo

[darcyschumacher]

He'd never quite earned the respect from the boys after the fiasco years ago. He'd never quite gotten over what they did to that poor girl. She wasn't supposed to end up hurt. Hell, she'd barely even known what she was getting into and yet Rizzo didn't do anything to stop her from showing up. He just kept baiting her. She had too much ambition and

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[killer_saver]

An open window. That was all it took. Open just a crack, with a latch on the inside to keep it that way. But a crack was large enough.

Ford had stalked Rizzo for the better part of two days before he made his move. It had been easy, because who pays any attention to the birds in a city.?

He resumed human form again once he was inside, and slowly and quietly he walked up to the sleeping form on the couch, his steps silent on the thick rug there in the living room. He had promised to be discreet. Stealthy. Get out again unnoticed once he'd gotten what he came for, and he was confident that he would. Bending down, he placed just the tip of his finger against Rizzo's forehead, and dived in.

[darcyschumacher]

There wasn't much to be had in this man's head, especially when he was drinking just before. He hadn't known he was being followed. He didn't have a lot to show for anymore. He wasn't worth anyone's time so he assumed that he'd end up dead in his house at some point and no one would notice. Well, it is what it is.

Rizzo's mind was a quiet place, though cluttered. Everything was sort of everywhere, paper and books and if one looked close enough, you could see that it was all old, rumpled and ignored. He was very disorganized. He was sitting in a corner of his mind among the crap, unfocused.

[killer_saver]

Weeeell shit... How was Ford going to find anything in here? Ignoring though keeping an eye on Rizzo himself, Ford started going through the clutter of thoughts and memories at random, hoping to find something that would lead him in the right direction.

[darcyschumacher]

Rizzo would have been more aware of an intruder's presence if it hadn't been for his current condition. Even so, once the foreigner started to sift, things began to shift. Papers didn't do much to help him. It was all notes on those he spent time with. Jobs, kills... yeah, Rizzo had a heavy memory. He remembered all that had happened in his life with this mob.

But nothing was what he'd done. He wasn't a killer. He just stood in the background. He was just a lackey.

"You won't find anything," he said, heavy New York accent. He wasn't going to fight this whatever it was. He knew that he wasn't strong enough.