"...I don't care what you wanna be called! In this business, you gotta MAKE a name for yourself!"

Big Mac plucks the stilletto out of the bar top and hands it back to The Sniv. "OK!" he says. "Here's the deal. This punk has been tryin' to muscle in on one of MR. BIG's operations. Mr. BIG ain't none too happy about some of the punk's recent activities. Mr. BIG want's the punk outta the way. Got it?"

Sniv nods and wipes her nose on her ragged sleeve! "OK! Whatcha got?" she asks.

Big Mac hands her a slip of paper with nothing but a name. As she reads, the color slowly drais from her face.