"I ... I can't go back there," he manages to repeat, finally.
"Good. Then it's settled." Don Bruce is suddenly friendly again. "Now why don't you go ahead and take that walk ... and by the way ..."
The Deveel turns to find the Don starin' at him real hard-like.
"... Remember what I said ... I got ears in a lot of places. If you start runnin' off at the mouth, or do anything to give Skeeve, Miss Tananda, or the boys here any grief, I'll hear about it. Remember that. Now, get outta here."
Frumple slinks off, and as soon as he's gone. Don Bruce jerks his head at the goons.
"You boys take a walk, too," he sez. "What we got to talk about is private ... and Snake?"
"Yes, Boss?"
"Keep an eye on that joker, will you? Make sure he doesn't talk to anyone ... 'cause if he tries, I'm afraid he might have a little accident. Know what I mean?"
"Got it, Boss," Snake says, and follows the others out into the night.
"Well, boys," Don Bruce sez, turnin' to us at last. "Now that we're alone, I think it's about time we had us a little talk."
He is real friendly as he says this, but as you yourselves can see from the preceedin' incident with Frumple, this is not as reassurin' as it would appear. It occurs to me that I would not like to sit in on a Dragon Poker game with Don Bruce, as he would doubtless make you a friendly loan so's you could keep playin' while at the same time havin' a whole extra deck of cards hidden in his lap.
"Miss Tananda here was just tellin' me about your current operation ..."
"That's right," Tananda sez. "Don Bruce didn't ..."
... and realizing, as you have just heard, that I pride myself in being informed" the Don continues, talkin' right over Tananda ... which is a bad sign, "it was a little embarrassing to have to admit my ignorance until your little friend came to me this evening for help. Now, what I want to know is ..."
"What are you doing operating in the kingdom of Possiltum ... especially considering the agreement we made?"
"Agreement?" Tananda sez in a small voice.
"That's right," Don Bruce sez, turnin' to her. "You weren't around at the time, but way back when I first met Skeeve, we made a deal and I gave him my personal word that the Mob wouldn't move on the kingdom of Possiltum."
"But what does that ..."
"... and since Skeeve ... and through him, all of you ... are now on the Mob's payroll as employees, your presence here is breakin' my word. Capish?"
"I see," Tananda sez, glancin' over at us with new understandin'. "But tell me, Don Bruce, if the Mob isn't operating in this kingdom, then what are you doing taking protection money from merchants like Frumple? In fact, what are you doing here at all?"
This is a good question, and one which has not occurred to me ... though I suspect I know the answer. The Don has enough grace to look a little embarrassed, though, when he gives it.
"All this is from before I gave my word," he sez. "I never said we was going to give up the operations we already had in place."
"Hmmm ..." Tananda frowns, "it sounds like a pretty fine distinction to me."
Of course, the Mob makes a lot of money from such fine distinctions ... but this does not seem like the time to bring it up.
"That may be," Don Bruce sez, his voice hardenin' up again. "But it's beside the point. I'm still waiting to hear what you're doing here!"
"Oh that," Tananda smiles. "Well, you see ... umm ..."
Though Tananda is no slouch at Dragon Poker and is actin' very confident, I can see she is stuck and trying to bluff.
"Relax, Tananda," Nunzio sez, speakin' for the first time since we came in. "I can explain it."
"You can?" I sez, slippin' a bit in my surprise.
"Sure," my cousin insists, lookin' at me hard like he does when I'm supposed to be ready to provide him with an alibi.
"All right, Nunzio," Don Bruce sez, settlin' back against the bar, "start talking."
"Well, you see, Don Bruce," Nunzio sez, "the Boss is unhappy with the agreement you referenced regarding the Mob's relationship with Possiltum."
"Oh he is, is he?" the Don snarls, but Nunzio holds up a hand and continues.
"The way it is." he sez, "is the Boss figures that circumstances have arisen which neither of you took into account in the original negotiation ... specifically, the new expansion policy that's pushing the borders out."
"Go on," Don Bruce sez, but he's nodding now.
"The spirit of your agreement was that the Mob wouldn't infringe on the kingdom's territory, but the way if s going, the kingdom is pushing into the Mob's territory. What's more, the letter of your agreement is keeping the Mob from protecting what's ours."
"So I noticed," the Don sez, sarcastic-Iike.
"Now, the Boss doesn't think this is right. What's more, he feels personally responsible since it was his sloppy negotiating for the kingdom that has placed you in this predicament. The problem is that as he is now working for the Mob and not for the kingdom, he is not in a position to renegotiate the terms to make things right again."
"Yeah," Don Bruce sez thoughtful-like, "I can see that."
"Now, you may not know it, Don Bruce," Nunzio continues, "but the Boss thinks the world of you and would never do anything to hurt you or your reputation. Because of this, and because he feels responsible for your current difficulties, he has taken it upon himself to correct the situation by mounting a covert operation to halt the kingdom's expansion. In fact, the reason he has been keeping this secret from you is for a little extra insurance. This way, if anything goes wrong, you can swear under oath that you knew nothing about it, and certainly never took a hand or gave an order against Possiltum. What he's doing, Don Bruce, is setting himself up to be a scapegoat ... all to take the pressure off you!"
While I am occasionally less than complimentary when referrin' to Nunzio's long-winded tendencies, there are times when I am truly grateful for his talent for shovelin' ... like now. Even bein' as aware as I am of the truth of the matter, that the Boss has probably overlooked his agreement with Don Bruce completely when givin' us this assignment, I am not sure I could separate fact from guff in my cousin's rendition, even with the aid of a pry bar.
"That Skeeve!" Don Bruce laughs, hittin' the bar with his fist in his enthusiasm. "Can you see why I love him? He's really trying to do all this on his own ... just for me? I'll tell you, boys ..."
He glances around, then hunches forward before continuin'.
"You have no idea how much grief the other Mob bosses have been giving me because of that agreement. Especially the boss of the Island Mob."
"You mean Don Ho?" I sez.
"That's right," Don Bruce nods. "Even the boss of the senior citizens' Mob ... Don Amechie! They've all been on my case. I'm just surprised that Skeeve was aware of it. I keep telling you, that boy's got real promise. You know what an organization as big as ours needs the most?"
"Leadership," Nunzio and me answer at the same time.
"Lead ... Hey! That's right!" the Don sez, blinkin' at us in surprise. "You know, you boys have been shaping up pretty well yourselves since you started working for Skeeve. Maybe I should start giving some thought to setting you up with your own operations."
It occurs to me that this promotion thing is gettin' totally out of hand.
"Ummm ... We're pretty happy with things the way they are, Don Bruce." I sez, quick-like.