[IC] Sudden Payback (Session 1)

"Got it." Max states and writes down the info in an inter office memo and puts it in a holy joe addressed to Mahoney before putting it in the out box on the desk. He messages the Captain about Mahoney's workload might be a bit high and to let her know he assisted before leaving since he was in the office with running the partials from the One-Two Gym incident and that he'll be back when his allotted down time is over. Writing the info on his pad he stands and stretches, "Well, I'm on leave and he'll get his info tomorrow. Lets grab a donut and head out." Max states and goes to leave.

"Sounds like a good tip." Marv eyes the factory from the street where the stand, "No chance this friend of yours got a crooked nose, is there?" He's watching for people entering or leaving the factory as they loiter for a moment. "I'm guessin' there ain't exactly a classified ad. What say we try to take a peek so's we know what we're walking into?"

Lenny seems a bit unsure. "Uh... sure, but I need work." He lights a cigarette and stands against the wall of a shuttered photo-development studio. "But, yeah, let's see what we see."

"You and me both, Lenny. But I wanna check out the competition first."

"Shiiiieeet. Let's see what we see." Marv creeps forward like the pink panther.

Nothing happens. The building seems completely mundane and boring. "I dunno," Lenny says. "Maybe it's a bad time a' day?"

You do gather that this is a fairly quiet street traffic-wise, but a construction site about a block or two away fills the air with sounds of loud jackhammers and other machinery.

Lenny starts heading toward the building. "May as well knock, I guess. Yous comin'?"

"Right behind ya, Lenny."

The burly man crosses the street, flinging away a cigarette butt in the process. Outside the building, he stops to consider the windows briefly—all with blinds pulled down tight. Lenny finds a door with peeling green paint and pounds on it. "Hey! Anybody there!"

There's no answer for what feels like forever. Then, a low voice booms from inside, "No solicitations."

"Apparently those other mooks knew something we don't," Hank mutters to Marv as he looks up and down the building.

"Yeah, seems like a whole lotta folks know somethin' we don't, and it's really startin' to piss me off!"

Where do I know that voice? Something about the way he says "solicitations"... Hank replays the voice in his head a couple times, then snaps his fingers as the name comes to mind.

Hank nods to Marv and mutters, "Got it. Sounds just like my old pal Marco, used to train with me years ago. Not him, but could be from the same town. Ukraine or some shit."

Louder, he says, "We ain't solicitatin', man, we're looking for work. We got strong backs and tight lips. Not gonna find a better crew this side of the Pickets." Then he mouths to Marv, Worth a shot.

"C'mon man, it smells like farts out here."