Takeshi sipped on his glass of whiskey as he surveyed the bar room. It was empty, save for a few people on security detail and some of the cabaret girls who were there arranging flowers for the “funeral". The assassin had to chuckle at the idea.
“I've always admired the creativity, Little Rose." He said to himself before taking another sip of whiskey.
The familiar sound of Rocco's voice coming closer from behind one of the large, velvet curtains, Mickey not too far behind him. Takeshi immediately tensed but outwardly kept his cool as they came up to the bar to join him. Mickey sat down, keeping a barstool between them, while Rocco strolled behind the bar.
“Should I call the bomb squad now or can we keep our cool?" Rocco ventured the question as he refilled Takeshi's glass and made hims
