They'd arrived in Chicago the previous day, and had spent the morning visiting museums, the Sears tower, taking photos, and generally having fun in the late summer sun.
Now they were sitting in the Cheesecake factory restaurant at the base of the Hancock tower, eating Italian and eyeing the row of enormous cheesecakes arrayed along the counter.
"Well Frank." Mumbled Pete through a mouthful of chicken Bellagio. "What do you think? We should be relaxed enough by now to be making mistakes, right?"
Frank glared at him. "We should've been making stupid mistakes days ago. You want a showdown here?"
Pete sipped his giant lemonade. "Yeah. Sure. Why not. Didn't hurt Batman."
"This isn't a movie set Pete." Snarled Frank. He stabbed at his salad, whilst looking longingly at the steak someone two tables over was tucking into.
"Still. Nice grid layout. Easy to navigate. Plenty of escape routes."
"Yeah. That's what worries me Pete. Plenty of escape routes..."
"How about we stay for a few days. Caitlin needs a good Chicago pizza anyway."
"Sure."
A short waiter came to the table. "Is everything OK with your meals?"
"Fine thanks!" Pete replied.
"Excellent. Please enjoy your meals." The waiter smiled...
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"Just going out back for a smoke." mumbled the waiter to his manager.
"For heaven's sake Martin!? When are you going to give those up?" Martin ignored him, and ducked out into the street, and down the back-alley next to the cinema opposite.
"They're staying here for at least five days. Now you leave my family alone ok?"
"Yes. We will leave your family out of it Martin. We keep our word. Don't we Mr. Smith?"
"Yes Mr. Jones. Always. But there's a problem Mr. Jones."
"Yes. That is easily remedied though." Mr. Jones shot Martin between the eyes.