walk amongst the Wolves

[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]Business meetings gone wrong were the worst. Not only you lost a deal, whatever it was in the game, but you also lost a business partner, a possible ally. In Chicago, having more ears around could prove useful, but having bonds with other small gangs or families was often the most appreciated outcome one could get from a deal. The Bianchi probably followed that plan too, sometimes looking out for new allies, sometimes searching to scam, they were rats and that was all. But Enigma, on the other hand, knew how to play by the book, when and most importantly why. Backstabbing sure was not rare these days, but if you could prevent it ask much as possible, you'd be the winner.

That, the gathering of right contacts through the right methods, was what Enigma usually aimed for, in order to be able to pack some useful information, people and weapons, all to be used later against the Bianchi. Ruby would rather not speak on Ryan's behalf, but she could at least state how he looked to like going to cut deals sometimes. Or maybe he was just drunk and happy, you could never tell if you didnt know him well. However, this business enjoyment was nested in the Right Hand's preferrences too, for she loved to get to know who they were working with, and what their reputation or skills were.

These guys though? Merely street rats, lowlife hoods, junkies with their scarves and their low pants. They staind the classy image of a gangster, unfortunately. So then, if they were not a threat and nor significant, ahy was a representant of Enigma around here? For business, obviously. Ruby had this liking for playing tough and going to collect whatever others owed, and it really just appeared a few days, maybe weeks ago. Nothing funnier than awaiting to be returned money and seeing the guy's hand tremble with a small pile of dollars.

Furthermore, because business meeting gone wrong were the worst, Red always aimed to avoid fucking them up. But the other party was not so kind sometimes. This time, Mr Whatever-His-Name-Was Costelli didnt have the full sum of the borrowed money, and it was really his second warning. Ruby was generous sometimes, but it all had a limit. These wannabe's must have spent the bucks on new toys, and forgot they actually had to give it all back. Jerks.

The Israeli's face was known to these parts of the city, in fact, she would claim to know almost all outlaws worth knowing, and that included small gang members and leaders, freelance information dealers and so on. But for some reason some guys didnt like her visits in their neighbourhood so much, something about them not wanting to cross the big guys. And hell if Blackwood wasnt taking advantage of their fear- but also respect.

Her determined expression harboured a mischevious glare as usual, while her confident walk gave the woman a superior aura among the anonymous guys. Her heels hitting the pavement were enough of a signal for whoever got used to her walk patters, to go pretend they were busy or something. This guy Costelli, Costello, something had his goons fool around the streets all day, lowering the respect for criminals unfortunately. As she kept her look forward, heading directly towards the meeting point, Ruby could see this group arguing a bit too loud for the street who went suddenly silent. Oh god..not those idiots again.. Fricking hell, Larry.

And Larry had a shit aim, yet still liked to flail his gun around like it was another limb or something. She could see him and two of his friends just gang up on this stranger of these streets, and Red felt a heavy sigh come to her. With her hands in her long, dark coat's pockets, and her one of her boots now clicking against a forgotten bike chain, Ruby tilted her head at the scene, rising a curious brow.

"That's probably not how you treat a lady." She'd adress the guys in her soft voice, which momentarily carried a threatening undertone and a bit of her Middle East accent. One of the gangsters stepped back, startled by her sudden presence and shrugged nervously. "She aint no lady, she's tha police." It must have been the youngest, or the middle age one? It certainly wasnt Larry speaking. "Since when do you have randevous with the police then? I bet your mom would be disappointed." The blonde sort of afforded to joke around, play with people's nerves, just because she was partially aiming to make them scutter away or snap and make a bigger scene. Either way, those dude's boss wouldnt be pleased to hear they'd get to threaten any Enigma related person.

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[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]"You fucking lucky, chica." Jeez, is that how gangsters speak now? Well, no wonder people just started laughing hysterically when they'd get threatened, or pulled a gun at. It almost felt like this was all a joke. However, Ruby wasnt going to complain outloud on how these dudes put a shitty label onto their gang's image. It was not her problem, nor responsability, as long as they just didnt turn Bianchi overnight.

The weaklings of the mafia world soon scuttered to whatever other places they had to be at, but not before throwing a threat and trying to somewhat regain some of their decency, which was partly lost by the fact that a woman managed to scare them off. Was the blonde scum-repellant? God, that would be an awesome superpower. Especially around the Italian brats. Red watched the streets clear out, leaving her all alone with this supposed cop. If it wasnt her lucky day..But why was this police officer here? What kind of business brought her here? Usually, cops dont wander around just for the fun of getting a gun pointed at their head. Surprisingly, a thank you followed soon after. It made the blonde raise a brow behind her sunglasses. Chicago PD had friendly employees, with small exceptions, but this woman wasnt going to poke around? Well that'd be a first. "You dont have to, I'm just doing my job." The blonde gave a small nod, one of her hands going up to her head and placing a golden lock behind her ear. Slow and steady, or this cop might just shoot her out of reflex. Though, Blackwood's duty, as an Enigma member, was to keep Chicago safe in their own criminal way, since the law rejected them all. Well that sounded cheesy, no, rephrasing: Enigma didnt want to "keep Chicago safe" , that was the PD's job. They wanted to make it a better place, not necessarily safe.

"Who are you playing cops and robbers with? Is it hide and seek?" Ruby turned around, looking around jokingly, and taking a few steps backwards around this stranger, seemingly just aiming to circle her for a second, but after 180 degrees, Ruby stopped and turned to face the woman again, curiosity taking the best of her. It could be said that there was this...constant feeling of being played with, whenever around the Right Hand of Enigma. It was probably due to Red not taking everything about this "real life" too seriously. It was all a game after all, you won today, you lost tomorrow, you just needed to make the best of your turn. A faint smirk curled up on her lips, the brow remaining raised while she continued to inspect this dark haired 'chica'.

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[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]Ruby certainly was not modest around strangers, but she simply didnt need their thanks out of politeness, empty formalities. She was more of an..action woman, if American terms could come in handy, not the 'all words and nothing done' type. The cop didnt turn around to leave, she did not look for any sort of excuses, and it was obvious that she was not going anywhere anytime soon. Ruby got intrigued by whatever intentions this woman had, who was she chasing down in this district?

Ohh, did all cops have something for philosophy, or was it just Blackwood stumbling upon the most spiritual ones? But being sassy wouldnt help the brunette's cause. "You know what they say for when you're searching in faith's pockets, yes? Sometimes you regret not wishing for safer things to discover." There was a chuckle rumbling in the blonde's chest, and as it might sound threatening, it certainly wasnt. Merely a warning, for the officer to stop wandering on the stray's paths.

The Israeli slowed down her pace, not circling the law woman anymore. She game a crooked smile, taking a step closer and extending an arm, meant for a handshake. "Blackwood, Ruby. There were quite the sirens screaming for help to come your way, miss...?" No, she was not walking away without a name. Why should she offer hers but not get a response? And Ruby raised an inquiring brow, and she'd put her hand back in her pocket once this handshake was over. "I bet you would have used some sneaky ninja moves on the thugs, do you have a hidden machete? Or maybe a nunchaku. Wait no, that's not how the police approaches." The blonde laughed again, spotting a designed gangster spying on them both, leaning himself against a building's wall and keeping n eye on them while his folded arms tried to look like they hid muscles. Ruby waved to the guy daringly, and he'd look away, pretending not to see the two for the moment. "So if you're not after something, or someone in particular, I take it you want a tour of this place, or a coffee?" what better way to hoard another PD friend than looking less like you just spawned from a vampire movie.

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