Behind the Eight-Ball Anne Benett The city was full of ruckus, as usual. Anne was sure it would ALWAYS be loud; the Big Apple was never one to shut it's certifiable mouth, no matter how broke it was. It would always be bustling, full of life, and full of dips. All of which contributed to how dangerous the streets were. Now, that wasn't to say the dips were the problem; of course not. In fact, in most cases, they were INJURED by the problem. That problem? The Mafia. 'Course, Anne was no flatfoot- she wasn't out investigating crimes, in the way the average joe would do. Sure, she was investigating something, but it ain't the usual malarkey the coppers got to deal with. No, she had her own special form of malarkey, which just so happened to involve the Mafia. And boy, was it something. It made what the coppers did look like a piece of cake, because while they were out trying to fight the crime on the streets, she was getting it done. That said, she wasn't friends with the coppers. Oh, no. She doubted they even knew she existed. Keeping it that way was a tough pill to take, though. It was a elaborate put-on, what she was doing, and even one mistake could cause for it to come crashing down. She couldn't have that happening. She had much bigger fish to fight with than some try-hard do-gooders. Those bigger fish, if she told anyone, would make her seem slap-happy. Telling the dips of this place that the Mafia were vampires? She'd be placed in the loony bin lickety-split. Faster than, probably. Which is, of course, why she told no one about this issue. It would be dealt with soon, anyway. She was on the case to take care of the blood-sucking fiends, and she doubted she'd fail at her task. Right now she was working on it, actually. She had on her usual evening wear, striding down the road, purse filled with a gun, a stake, and a flask of booze for good measure. She wasn't going to get soused on the job, but afterwards was a different story. That was beside the point, though. This time, she was trying to attract attention. As she saw it, one of the macks might like to try and eat up a pretty little dame such as herself. So, she had a solid plan to play that to her advantage. She didn't see any problem with it; she was sure it would work well. Of course, that wasn't the only thing she was doing. She went along road that she had heard they usually went on. Night time, too. She was pretty sure that this was the best place and time to dish out some justice. And, if all went well, she could wrap this up by the end of the week. Oh, that would be golden. She needed a good break, her back was hurting a hell of a lot.