Skywalker Industries HQ (or what had been an abandoned building just yesterday...) [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

LL Cool Anakin Anakin, in one of his impeccable suits, lounged casually behind his desk and checked his Excel spreadsheet of how much money he had (he was an excellent accountant, oh yes).

It was a lot of money, in case you were wondering. Far more than the Winchesters or the Stark-Basses. He allowed himself a fiendish chuckle before reaching under his desk to triple-check for the handgun he kept there.

After a couple of successful assassination attempts (which was why he kept that witch doctor on retainer), one could never be too careful.

His door was open and his buxom and silent secretary ready to wave in anyone who had business with Anakin.

Or threaten him. He was used to that too.

[OOC: Open for everyone. Because of course you'd know where the Skywalkers are!]

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[sith_happened]

"If he buys another strip club this week, I'm going to have to kick his ass," Anakin said, looking annoyed. "Even if he is related. Does the magician have a name? Maybe I can steal him from the Winchester payroll. The damn witch doctor has up her rates again."

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"No idea, I'll do some poking around at the bar tonight," John replied, making himself more useful than the other, thank you very much. There was a reason he was a shoe-in as the heir. "Need me to take care of anything else?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin tapped his fingers against the desk. "Rumor has it my ungrateful son is back in town. If he steps a foot toward Grace Winchester, I want you to kneecap him, okay?"

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"Consider it done, boss," John said, giving a half-assed salute. "Luke won't even see it coming."

[sith_happened]

"Probably," Anakin agreed, rolling his eyes again. "He is so bad at paying attention. But if you miss, he'll kill you. He's a decent shot."