Don_Mafioso : ...That sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about.. I give you the finger...
Don_Mafioso : And you give me my NBI clearance?
NBI Agent : And tell me, Mr. Don_Mafioso, what good is an NBI Clearance, if your name is a "hit" and you don't have the time and are unable to pay a fixer to get it?
The question unnerves Don_Mafioso and strangely, he begins to feel the muscles in his jaw tighten.
The standing NBI agents snicker, watching Don_Mafioso's confusion grow into panic.
Don_Mafioso feels his lips grow soft and sticky as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other until all trace of his mouth is gone.
Wild with fear, he lunges for the door but the NBI agents restrain him, holding him down onto the table.
NBI agent : You're going to pay a fixer to get your NBI clearance, Don_Mafioso, whether you like it or not.
The NBI agents nod and they rip open his shirt.
From a case taken out of his suit coat, an NBI agent removes a long, fiber-optic wire tap. Don_Mafioso struggles helplessly as an NBI agent dangles the wire over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches as the electronic device animates, become an organic creature that resembles a hybrid of an insect and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Don_Mafioso's navel. He bucks wildly as an NBI agent drops the creature which looks for a moment like an uncut umbilical cord - Before it begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it worms its way inside.










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