Outside the law (open)

[errant]

Walking Down the courthouse steps Keil d'tala swore loudly frustrated at watching Jimmy "the Rat" Fowler walk for Murder again. "Hey cool you jets d'Tala" said Leon ,Keil's co worker at the D.A's office and partner on the case "thats how theese things go down in this buissness you win some you loose some"
"But we can't win Any" replied keil exasperated "Not when Jesse Lucas got the Judge and Jurry sitting pretty in his 10,000 dollar pockets"
"It not like ther'es much we can about it, i mean lets face it its not like we can just gun the bad guys down in the middle of the street"
Maybe you cant thought Keil thought Keil Then out loud replied "yeah i guess your right we just gotta keep trying and hope maybe one day we'll find a judge you cares more about the law than what the lucas can add to his wallet"
"Maybe But I doubt it"
"Yeah well trust me Leon "the Rat" is gonna get whats commin to him just you wait and see" than without another word Keil took off down the street heading to his apartment.

[rifkin]

*FIRST OFF ERRANT, SPELL CHECK MUCH!!*

Rif watched d'Tala storm away from the courthouse like toddler throwing a hissy fit. pick your battles genius he thought to himself as he folded up his newspaper and stood up from the bench he'd been sitting on while staking out the scene.

d'Tala had been fighting losing battles with the Luca crime families for years.

"He's been a thorn in my side for too long Rifkin!" Jesse "Big Cheese" Luca had yelled to the assembled group of thugs and criminals that held their weekly meeting in the back room of The Irish Over pub. He was red in the face and a vein throbbed in his temple as he showered Rif with a rain of spittle. "He's a problem that needs solving, take care of it!"

And so, here Rif was, getting ready to "Take care of it". He trailed D'tala for a few blocks until they reached the mans apartment building. Rif continued on past the upscale apartment building as D'tala turned to go inside. Rif smirked, all too easy he thought to himself pulling a cigar from his inner coat pocket. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself J. Rifkin, in the over priced condo, with his bare hands.