Harry Cleese: Part 1 "The Sentence"

Cleese stood sloemnly before his cousin. Gene gave him that wierd smile that somehow mixed condescension and fear. "You've hurt the family deeply, Cleese," Gene explained in a voice that didn't sound so hurt. "The loss of your kids is one thing, but a murder charge against the son of one of the biggest bosses in town? Tch tch tch- it's not good. Now if you want the support of the ol' Empian family, you're gonna have to do some favors. Big Zed didn't feel right overseeing your labors, so your- ahem- "stepmother" June, put me in charge."

Cleese was willing to atone for his crime but to do so at the bidding of this cowardly prick. And by June's suggestion? He would admit to being drunk, but something else had been done to him. Getting a little handsy or obnoxious after a few bottles was one thing, but Cleese knew no amount of alcohol would put him into a murderous rage. And he certainly wouldn't kill his boys of his own accord. He had been slipped something and knew, without a doubt, that June had something to do with it.

Harriet June Empian was a jealous and petty woman. Her husband, Big Zed constantly cheated on her, but she wasn't stupid enough to move against the most powerful crime boss in li'l Greece. Instead, she used her power and status to torture his mistresses and their children. For the most part, it was little things-- poor Irene O'Bovy couldn't seem to get away from that creepy guy with the eye tattoos. But when Alice Minnie Cleese had the gall to name her son after June, the boy Harry Alex Cleese would draw the wrath of the Empian queen.

"If we're going to do this, Eugene," Cleese growled, "then let's get it over with." Gene gave that creepy smile again. "Oh, we aren't doing anything, Harry. You, and you alone, are going to rid the family of some competition. Your first task is to take out Leo Nimmie. He's broken ties with the family and has been working indiscriminately; killing anyone for anyone but us."

Cleese was dumbfounded. "You want me to take out the slickest hit man the Empians have ever known? He can't be killed. He's got that hand-crafted kevlar shit he always wears. Nothing can pierce it: guns, knives, nothing. What do you expect me to do?"

"Is the greatest enforcer of the Empian family asking a lowly lieutenant for help," Gene asked with a sneer. "Yeah," Cleese responded, ignoring the sarcasm. "Leave," Gene shouted, "you have thirty days to bring me Leo Nimmie's body."


*Tune in tomorrow for Part 2 "Slaying Leo Nimmie"