The Boss

" @Rider Davidson said:

" @Sovereign Son said:

" Omg its so hard to tell who everyone is by how different their writing is, Bum bum bum.....  I would never guess who half of these people are. I have no clue:p none at all. "

Drop kick.   I don't read other peoples posts anyways I just bask in my awesomeness. "

Yes you're almost as good as ...Looks to the sky.... Eagle Guy. "

 He sat looking at the board staring it into submission. The next move was already planned out and the one after that, but what was the end game. What would be the final strike, what would be the killing stroke. "Did I ever tell you I met Al Capone?" His attentioned wavered for a moment as the old man spoke. "Your trying to distract me old man....it won't work" He focused back onto the board in front of him. "It already has my friend. It was in LA county jail I was just a young kid at the time doing a light sentence for B and E. Nice enough guy." His eyes focused on the board plotting his next move carefully as he spoke. "It won't work old man...I don't even hear you." The Old Man just gave a little chuckle and leaned back in his chair, just as a report was coming in. "Bishop to Queen 5" He made his move signally his informant into the cell.  
 
Nothing goes on in his prison without him knowing. Not Saints Vice President living under his roof or the woman who scent had carried all the way down to his cell, the reports came on the hour every hour. Nothing was out of his control and nothing was beyond his will.  As the report came in the Old Man made his move and stood up from the board walking out of the cell without saying a word. He quickly looked down at the board studing the move. Shit! That f@cking old man beats me everytime!

The Boss quickly went over the events of the day.

The Saint can take care of himself, but I'd like to meet with him to discuss any dealings he may want to have. The girl, I here she is rather pretty......she is not to be touched without my premission. Get her a present for me, make it black and strappy. Oh and one last thing......Pay the Old Man his money.

 
The Boss made his way flocked by his own personal army through the corridors of the prison until he got to the visitors center. Walking through the door he could smell the itialian leather and the Armani. Waiting at the table for him was his right hand, Harold. Harold's was a made of style and utter perfection, from his suit to his hair nothing was ever out of place. His loyalities and his procession was the only thing more refined. The Boss knew that his casinos and "other ventures" were taken care of and not a cent would be out of place with Harold at the helm.  
 
Hello Harold.....how are things.

A business meeting in the mist of a jail. This was the life of The Boss.

"I'm going to write my post from a first person POV, unless some objects "

He lay on his back in a dark cell that had become his new home. This was not the first time he had an extended stay in prison, they’d like to make it his last. He could hear the grumbling and turning over of the man in the cell next to him, obviously a nightmare was disturbing his sleep. Anyone would have nightmares if they just found out they were set to die. Michael said in a hushed tone, “Hey hero….hero wake up.” He waited for a response that came from the other side of the cement wall. “I am no hero” the deep voice echoed through the corridor. Michael smiled and remembered seeing this man fly over his city, news reporting of the lives that he saved. He remembered once when his grandmother was trapped in a subway, she called him her Angel.

“My Grandmother would say otherwise” he kept quite not wanting to alert the guards. “Old women tell stories…..”

The next morning he walked the yard kicking the rocks at his feet thinking as people moved out of his way. How do you repay a man who doesn’t think he is owed? Where is the justice in killer a hero? He moved slowly around the yard until he sat in his usual spot. “What’s the news?” He asked have paying attention to his lacky as they reported the ins and outs of the prison. “….we owe Guard Jones….” There was always a price. Michael cut the mousey man off, “What do you know about the hero?” The mousey man straightened up at the mention of the bird man. “….ummm he refuses to appeal the judgment, he took down 30 or 40 men the first night here as they were attacked the dog boy. He is scheduled for execution tomorrow.  

There was no time. No time to repay him no time to save him. Michael handed the mousey man a slip of paper that he had written on. “Make sure he gets this tonight before lights out.” He took the slip with a bit of hesitation. “Yes Boss!” and he scampered off to collect more information.

Later that night a slip of paper landed on the floor of Hawk’s cell. As he picked it up the paper off the ground, the mousey man spoke, “The Boss wishes you’d reconsider….” And he walked away. Hawk looked at the paper which was a folded photo that had been aged. An elderly black woman holding a baby in a rocking chair smiled at him from the photo. On the back was written.

Your still a hero to some!

-The Boss

Good luck I guess.