Christian Confederation wrote:Infected Mushroom wrote:
The Office
Steve's office was large and comfortable, as befitting a politician of his ranking. Senators held a great deal of prestige and power in the USA, at least on the surface.
Steve was about to sit down when suddenly there came a very loud knock at the door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Steve turned around, confused.
The door opened and a person stood before Steve. The newcomer had a brazen, very obnoxious-looking expression on his face. Steve had never seen this man before. The intruder had light brown-curly hair and a very large nose, beady little eyes. The man was dressed in a grey suit and he had a blood red tie, clean polished leather Italian shoes.
Who the hell was he? And who let this guy in?
"Senator Johnson," he said in a slick and oily voice. "May I come in? Of course I can."
Rather rudely, he strolled in and took a seat facing the Senator's desk... even before Johnson himself had sat down in his own office. He had a look on his face that said he was used to being obeyed. He waved a hand, as if telling Steve to sit down in his own office.
"Come now... let's get the Gucci Talk started," he said slickly.
Senator Johnson's Office
Steve was Suprised by the guest to be sure. His staff wouldn't arrive in DC Until after the weekend and there was nothing scheduled. "Yes I'm Senator Johnson, how may I help you?" He asked with curiosity. Steve knew there was a silent alarm switch under his desk in case he needed assistance. "I must say, I wasn't expecting guests until at least the end of the week. My staff isn't expected to start arriving until this afternoon, but I assure you I'm available to help Mr.?" Steve paused unaware of the man's name.
“I’m part of the Special Club,” he replied simply and glibly. “I doubt names are necessary. By the way they won’t come. We own most of this building anyways. Bought and paid for.”
He clicked his tongue and gestures towards the desk where he had noted Steve’s action to call security.
“Cause I’m a Club member.”
The Special Club/Club member... it was euphemism around the capital for mob membership.
All of a sudden it was becoming clear to Steve or rather, he had suspicions now. Of course the clean grey suit, the red tie, the leather shoes, the obnoxious cockiness from the intruder... it all made sense now. He was Mafia.
“Now look Steve, I think you and I can work together. And we can both benefit. What do you say?”
His greedy eyes scanned the room. “You just moved in? It’s a shame. I was hoping for a pic of the wife.”
It was becoming increasingly clear that the intruder was kind of a creep...
He cleared his throat.
“Uh hum anyways... there’s a bill regarding the Indians coming out. In a few days. You know what I’m talking about. Let’s consider it a loyalty test. You were going to vote against it... now vote for it.”
The mobster was referring to the hotly debated amendment to the Indian Citizenship Act in both houses of Congress. The Democrats mostly wanted to massively expand the scope of its benefits. The Republicans were mostly concerned that it wasn’t sufficiently regulated and there could be loopholes. There were also lots of suspicious add-on provisions.
“Vote for it instead of against. You do that, and good things will happen. How about it?”
He allowed himself a cruel sneer.