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A man walked through the city. He was not focused on what is going around him, he was only focused on going to one place. He wore black sunglasses that covered his eyes from others and a black lesther jacket. He had just been given one last task for today before he could go home. It should be pretty straight forward, and unless something is different, it should stay the same. He stopped by a phone booth and pulled out a picture. At the back it had the name 'Michael Hawke' as well as a phone number.

A Harley pulled up at a nice house in the suburbs, a more common place of business for Hawke than many would thin. The man, who had a leather jacket and a black backpack, climbed off and removed his helmet, placing it on the handlebars before walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. A tall man in a suit opened the door and invited Hawke inside. They sat at a kitchen table and Hawke emptied to contents of his bag, arranging everything neatly on the table for the man to take his pick. It was just an average day for Hawke and he had no reason to think it would change any time soon.

(Btw, I think you accidently role played Alfie instead of Michael)

The man entered the telephone box and dialed the number. He had an idea how to do his job.

(Oops I sure did. And I forgot to subscribe >_< sorry about that)

Feeling his phone buzz in his back pocket, Hawke excused himself from the room. When he pulled out his phone he noticed he didn't recognize the number, which was an odd occurrence for him, but he brushed it off an answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Hello Mr Hawke, we need to talk" The man spoke into the phone. "It is important"

Hawke re-checked the number when he found the voice on the other side knew his name, but still had no idea whose it was.
"Who is this? What do you want to talk about?"

"I'll tell you later ky name. I need to talk to you in person which does concern you. It is ver important" he paused before he continued with "I'm also interested in buying something from you"

Hawke sighed and checked his watch. "Alright... Where do you wanna meet?" He asked reluctantly.

"At Brooklyn road there will be an oldish house. I'll be there" he informed Hawke.

"Alright... I'm in the middle of something right now, shouldn't take me more than another five minutes then I'll head there," Hawke said to the mysterious voice on the other end.

"Good" the man said before he hung up the phone. He walked to a black car and went into it, driving it away from the area. He arrived in front of a house that was old. It wasn't 18th century old but it looked old compared to the other houses in the neighbourhood.

Hawke finished up with his current client and put his supplies back in his bag before leaving the man with a handshake. He got back onto his bike and drove off to see about the strange man he'd talked to on the phone. With a rumbling, the motorcycle rounded a corner and came to a stop in front of the old house.
Getting off the bike, Hawke looked around for the guy he was supposed to be meeting.

He got out of the car and went up to the old house. He waited and looked for any sign of Hawke.

((woops, I thought I had replied to this already... sorry about that!))

When he saw the man walking up the house, Hawke assumed he must be the one from the phone. He followed him up to the house, helmet in hand, after looking down at his boot to make sure his knife was properly concealed if things should take a turn for the worse.
"I take it you're the unnecessarily vague voice who contacted me?" Hawke questioned as he got closer.

"Pretty much" he replied. The man opened the door- it wasn't looked- and nodded inside. "It would be better to talk inside"

Hawke gave him a hesitant look before peering inside and, after a moment more of hesitation, walked in. He peered over his shoulder at the other man every couple of seconds as he proceeded further into the house.

The man walked to a table nearby and sat. "Now, have you heard about someone called Richard Burke?"

Hawke sat across from him and set his helmet down in front of him. "I've heard of a lot of people named Richard and a lot of people named Burke," He said as he drummed his fingers on the table. "What's so special about this one?"

"Richard Burke is, I guess you could call a gangster. His dealers aren't getting as much money as they want. Why? Well according to him, you are taking up a lot of their potential customers. Now, Richard here is so willing to be receiving less money than another person. So what does he do?" The man paused. "Guess".

With a sigh, Hawke shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Alright, alright, I get it. The guy wants me out of the picture. Why are you telling me this? What do you have to gain?"