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* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter Two

post #1 of 32
Thread Starter 
(Please refer to the Ground Rules, Setting, and Cast threads for information, and the Questions Thread if you want to know what is going on. This thread is only for the people "signed up" for the mafia RPG.)

"Surveillance"
(ATTN: Rath/Forbes McCready)

Two days have passed since you accepted the assignement. You have gathered preliminary info on the ailing Don, and are aware that the man was almost murdered at the hands of his number one aide, Tony Zeta.

Yesterday, you gathered info from the hospital on the man's wounds, without having to make any bodies. So far, so good. A clean bit of surveillance.

Your current priority is to set up surveillance outside of Don Marco's estate, and monitor the man as he proceeds through daily activities. Set up clear enough that you are not detected by Capella's many "employees".

"Recruitment Drive"
(ATTN: capteucalyptus/Othello Redman)
(ATTN: Tony Ryan/Mickey Hoffman)

The two of you have been "paired" to work together for the time being. The minor irritation that provides has just been overshadowed by an important assignement.

The weasel's voice is shrill over Othello's cell phone. "The two of you are needed to locate and to... take custody... of one Mr. Danny Tivoli, a former mafia henchman. Our investigation shows that Mr. Tivoli is soon to be a very coveted possession in Coldstone."

A pause follows.

"So yes, Mr. Hoffman. He will be needed alive. Feel free to alleviate any resistance. Your accounts will be covered for minor expenses. MINOR. I have been instructed to repeat that."

"Mr. Tivoli... aka "Three Rings" Tivoli was last reported being 'escorted' out of the Renaissance Gardens (fine dining) by several, potentially armed men. These are likely mafia thugs taking him to be exectued. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED. He has vital information that we need. be on the lookout for no less than four, potentially armed men."

"Cleaning House"
(ATTN: Poxy/Paulie DiVialoso)
(ATTN: Fett/Frank Tobiasi)

As the two of you plot your move, you feel the crunch of time gnawing at you. Shortly the men will be out of reach, possibly splitting up and going their separate ways for the evening. Now is the time to act.

"The Promotion"
(ATTN: Katanga/Roman Carvaggio)
(ATTN: Verbal/Tony Delpino)
(ATTN: Voltes/Dino Morinelli)

Roman, you have been watching over the Don as he rests, still a long way to a healthy recovery. Inside the palatial Capella mansion, things are quiet.

Until an unsettling chrip shakes the air. Your personal cell vibrates in your pocket. You move away from the ailing figurehead to take the call. It must be urgent to be on you personal line.

An unfamiliar voice (call marked "out of area") greets you and spills forth the following:

"Your boys at Jasmine's Den are about to pay the Reaper. Never forget who put you where you are."

Dial tone. If the threat is real, you have one call to make. You can only hope that Tony and Dino remembered their pagers...

***

Dino has spent some time gathering info from strippers, enjoying the attention that a "made" man gets in this part of town.

Tony, you have been chatting it up with Delilah, a brunette who you had hoped held a bit more info. Unfortunately, she is as sharp as a bowling ball, and doesn't catch the drift of your twenty dollar suggestions. The broad just keeps dancing closer and closer. You turn to Dino in disgust, only to see three red lights dotting his back, coming from behind the dancing stage...

"The Raid"
(ATTN: GAC/Vinnie Mancuso)
(ATTN: Blunt/Vigril Abrizza)
(ATTN: Waco/Lou Ricelli)

The three of you emerge from the tunnel into the back room of a laundromat. Steam has filtered through this place, leaving the ground quite damp.

There seems to be no sign of followers behind you, as Lou slides a large, worn out dryer over the tunnel exit.

You can see through the fogged glass, that there are two patrolmen inside the laundromat, seraching the area. After holding still and remaining quiet, you see them exit the facility, standing watch nead their squad car. other than the two black blobs and the whipping blue/red lights, the rest is too hard to make out through the steamed glass.

As the three of you plan your departure, none of you can shake the idea that this has the feel of a set-up. These cops should have been paid to "forget" all about your operation. But things are strangely out of place today.

Whatever the case, you can't sit around forever. Between the three of you mooks, someone has to have a plan...

"The Delivery"
(ATTN: Blofeld/Tony "Alto")
(ATTN: Whitehead/Jimmy Palooka)

Tony, you look over your book to see a burly crane operator, a bit too greasy lumber your way, a pair of sidekicks in tote.

"You!" the man shouts, hinting at his fourth grade education. "You are coming to the work office with us... now!"

You see what looks like cash poking out of his loose shirt pocket. The three sets of furrowed brows seem intent on dragging you if need be to their destination.

Whatever the case, you have a decision to make. None of the men are armed. You have a pistol tucked away just in case. Of course, you were mostley just checking things out, so it doesn't have to end in blood. But that sure would be fun...
post #2 of 32
The Promotion

Roman's fingers dance over both men's pager numbers, entering *911*. He then sprints for the garage and the fastest machine available, the big man's BMW. Not being altogether familiar with driving stateside, Roman chooses speed over safety as he punches the pedal and sends the black vehicle screeching away from his ailing mentor.
He remember's Jasmine's Den as a favorite of Capella's former lieutenant. As he nears the seedy establishment he cuts over one block ahead of the front entrance and approaches from the rear. He parks the car in an adjacent parking lot and heads for the door.
Roman pulls a glock 9mm from a holster at the small of his back and heads into the Den.
post #3 of 32
"I'll ask you again, sweetheart....how long were you with Anthony? This is the last fuckin' time i'm quizzin' you on it."

The brunette continues to dance, keeping her face of arousal on and subtly gesturing to Tony.

This broad ain't spilling merda, Tony thought. What now? Where were they gonna go? This was broad was supposed to know something. He was hoping this wouldn't have to get violent.

He turned to Dino to let him know they had no dice when he spotted 3 marks on the back of his leather jacket.

"Fuckin' down!"

He jumped up and dove across to the other side of the couch and pulled Dino down as heavy as he was.

"We've got 3 fucking ways to die....get your fuckin' piece out!!!"
post #4 of 32
CLEANING HOUSE

Paulie cuts an exaggerated bow and gestures towards the door. "After you, garcon."
post #5 of 32
"Recruitment Drive"

Othello goes outside and hits the button to unlock the carbon black metallic BMW M5 waiting for him. He slides into the all leather interior and cranks the engine; the inline six waking with a smooth rumble.

The stereo comes to life with the sounds of B. B. King. He looks at his new companion through the still open door.

“You coming with me mouse?”
post #6 of 32
The Raid.

"Well, we can't go out the front."

Vinnie, Lou and Virgil knew the back door was their only hope. They made their way back there and into the alley. It smelled here too, but it started to smell like freedom. They moved back into the alley towards the next block and went into a quiet, mundane, but Italian resturant that was across the street to wait it out.

"Ok guys, let's wait here for a bit until the heat dies down a little."

Each man was already thinking about revenge.

"I still say it's Scapelli, but he's a crum bum dirtbag. I wonder if he's got the balls for tippin the cops on us. It might be someone alot closer to us. Someone familar with our business. And I fuckin want you to understand, we're gonna find out who it is and bury em with that hooker I killed last year. I don't care if it's the Don's nephew, someone's gonna pay. Who's it gonna be?"
post #7 of 32
'cleaning house'

Frank immediately opened the door and began to move swiftly down the corridor, swivelling every few seconds to make sure he was aware of everything. As he began to descend down the large spiral staircase, he motioned silently to Paulie to follow.
post #8 of 32
CLEANING HOUSE

Paulie checks the buttons on his jacket, adjusts the lapels with a quick tug, and strolls down the hall like he owns the place.

"I'm gonna head down there, cruise by like I'm mindin' my own business. Soon as I see you walk up all bellboy, it's ban-fuckin'-zai. Cool?"
post #9 of 32
"Okay we gotta use our heads on this one. Personally, I ain't got no clue as towho it might be, I'm just a regular customer at your place, the way you take care of your little businnes is pretty unfamiliar to me. But if you have a precise idea, I'll go with it, and make sure the guy is taken care of. So let's examine the options here. Right now we're down to one option: Scapelli. You said he lost pretty big at your place. Now that might me be a reason, but it seems pretty light to me. Vinnie, you mentioned that it might be someone close to the two of you. So the only way to figure this out is: who, in your close relatives recently had a beef with you? Did you forget to make a payment? Have you recently been into a disagreement over something big with one of your regular bizness partner? Well? Any idea? Come on guys, we haven't got all day, and I'm freezing my ass in this godforsaken alley."

Virgil put his hair back into place with a brush of a hand, and stared at his companions, waiting to see who would be the first to talk.
post #10 of 32
The Promotion

Dino leaves Tony with the brunette with the big knockers as he talks to a couple of twin blondes willing to spill beans for twenties and a Scotch apiece. Not much info as he has hoped to get, but it's good to spread the news around. These two broads will do fine.

Dino fancies the one with a small scar on her right shoulder. Sandee. Cute name. Maybe it was her voice or the way she tries to conceal it from view. He feels that he can help her. Maybe kill the punk who did that to her.

He's getting weak in the knees watching her drink her Scotch when he hears someone scream, Fuckin' down!

Perfect timing too, or else Tony never would have dropped Dino down.

"We've got 3 fucking ways to die....get your fuckin' piece out!!!" Tony said.

Dino searches for his Glock 20 in his left breast pocket, but only feels lint.

"Goddammit, I dropped my pistol!" Dino whispers.

Dino quickly but calmly searches for his gun, but does not find it. He also looks up and finds out that Sandee and her sister are gone.
post #11 of 32
"What do you mean you don't have it? Vaffanculo!"

Tony and Dino had to think fast. They knew that in about 10 seconds whoever it was that was trying to kill them would be on top of them. It was 10 seconds between life and death.

Then, Tony caught something out of the corner of his eye. The way he landed when he pulled Dino down had him facing the door. He could see a shadow move underneath the opening and suddenly the door was thrown open.

Roman Carvaggio stood, about to unleash hell.
post #12 of 32
Thread Starter 
The Promotion

(EDIT: Roman is en route, not there just yet... Keep at it fellas.)

Tony ("The Fist") is surprised to feel a stinging pain in the back of his leg. Blood trickles down onto the floor as he takes cover.

He looks over to see more blood staining the shirt of Dino, tagged neatly in the shoulder.

More bullets whiz by your heads, the whispers of silences pistols. Bits of cheap stuffing fly out of the couch which is your cover.

Despite your wounds, both of you are able to act. Time is of the essence.
post #13 of 32
The Promotion

Tony glances around. He knows he's unarmed so he has to improvise. He flips the couch over in front of Dino and him and uses it as a shield.

Where did he drop that gun?, he thought to himself.

He looks around. He catches something out of the corner of his eye, laying on the ground next to the cocktail bar.

A Glock 20. That fatass must've dropped it when he was gettin' our drinks, he thought. Even i'm not that fuckin' clumsy.

He slid across the floor, favoring his injury, and grabbed the Glock, putting his head back down.

He waited.

He sprang up, immediately knowing where the bullets had come from and acting. He saw 3 men firing bullets at him and mostly hitting the liquor on the counter behind him. Swiftly, he rolled over and fired. 2 bullets pierced a man in a red jacket, the blood from his chest matching the garment.

He ducked down again.....he sprang back up and unloaded the rest of the clip on the other 2 henchmen, proving why he had been put in such a prominent role in the first place.

It was over, and soon Roman would be there to clean up the mess.
post #14 of 32
'cleaning house'

'Cruising is good. Wait until you hear the signal. You'll know it when you hear it. As soon as that sound his your eardrum, we unload.'

Frank nodded at Paulie and disappeared down the staircase.
post #15 of 32
The Promotion

Shit. This is fucked up, Dino thinks to himself. In most mob movies, these sorta things never happened. It's too fast, too early, and just too wrong.

On his left shoulder, he notices something red and he knew it wasn't no cheap wine. It doesn't hurt and all he can think about is to exact fucking payback to the mook who just put a hole on his Armani.

Tony flips a couch in front of Dino. Could've found a better cover if it wasn't for my fatass. Shit!

He watches Tony looking around and he sees him rush towards the cocktail bar.

My Glock.

Tony calmly aims his pistol then shoots at his targets on the counter. Christ, I'm a fucking useless bum. He then thinks of something.

Dino turns around and grabs the sofa on both ends. With a silent grunt because of the weight and his wound, he easily lifts up the sofa, shielding his upper body, as he runs towards the counter.

Say hello to Baby Bull, motherfuckers.....
post #16 of 32
Tony had thought he finished off the last guy but alas, he still stood.

He pulled the trigger.

*click* *click*

Fuck, Tony thought. Used 'em all up.

Just as he was about to ask Dino for more ammo, he heard a loud crashing sound.

Dino had picked up the couch and rammed towards the last guy, knocking him over as fast as a bull would and cracking his skull on the counter.

"Jesus Christ.....that's that, I guess. When the fuck is Roman gonna get here? We're fucked if they send more guys."
post #17 of 32
The Delivery

Meanwhile, back at the dock, Jimmy Palooka was wondering what the hell was taking those guys so long...
post #18 of 32
Survelliance

"And I will call her Violetta..."

Gwyneth Paltrow walked down a white grain beach as Stephen Warbeck's soaring score swelled. "Directed by John Madden" appeared on the screen and Shakespeare In Love ended.

The DVD player shut off, and the lights came up in the screening room of Wallace Academy's English Department.

Professor McCready rose from his seat in the front row. He turned to face the twenty boys and five girls, all wearing the traditional gold and red ties, along with crimson blazers emblazoned with the WA seal. By the looks on their faces, Shakespeare in Love had been a successful viewing. Why shouldn't it have gone over well? Chimes At Midnight , the previous week's showing, didn't have breasts in it.

McCready spoke. "Now, now you've seen two films offering a different take on the works on the Bard of Avon. What I want from you next week is a paper, two to five pages, on how both films interpert a specific work by Mister Shakespeare. That is, you would write about the plays Henry V and Romeo and Juliet and the director's take on them."

He waited for fifty eyes to face him, then continued. "One more thing. I will not be here next week as I have some buisness to take care of, but don't think next week's session will be a free period. We are going to be starting a unit on Graham Greene, because, after all, this class is quite schitzophrenic, and a not so well known story of that Quiet American is The Destructors . I have another film for you, something almost as enjoyable as John Madden's flick, and by flick I mean film, and by almost as enjoyable I mean it doesn't have breasts in it, but it IS in color and it is a good, often great, film..."

The bell rang, releasing the men and women form the ramblings of Professor McCready. They left to his booming, cultured voice informing them that next week's selection would be Donnie Darko

To Be Continued Later Today...
post #19 of 32
"Recruitment Drive"

"Tell you what kid, just meet me there. I just got this thing detailed and it's aweful hard getting grease stains out of leather."

He drops the car into gear and cruises off.
post #20 of 32
CLEANING HOUSE

"'Hits my eardrum'?" Paulie mutters as he watches Tobiasi head down the staircase. "Too many fuckin' movies." He turns and presses the button for the elevator.

The ride down is a Muzak nightmare, Simon and Garfunkel, "El Condor Pasa." It can't end fast enough.

There's a ding, the door opens, and Paulie steps out into the lobby. He can see the pool from here, the goons still keeping watch. He also spots a bar close to the pool, seemingly beyond the influence of the hired muscle.

"Well, well," he says to himself, walking towards the bar. "This oughtta make the wait a bit more interesting."

He takes a seat, a motions for the barkeep. "Tequila Sunrise, and I ain't talkin' about the Kurt Russell flick." The drink is in his hands moments later.

He sips quietly, waiting for whatever mysterious signal Tobiasi has promised.
post #21 of 32
'cleaning house'

Frank strided out into the open air and glanced around the pool as he walked past. Distracted for a second from many of the bikini's hanging around, he kept his head and walked around the water.

'Hey! You!'

Frank stopped and turned. The shout had come from one of the guys in the pool.

'Me?'
'Yeah you. Where's my drink? What the hell am I paying you guys for?'

Frank grinned.

'Coming right up, sir!'

He immediately hurried towards the bar, completely ignoring Paulie as he asked the barman for a bourbon. As he poured the drink, Frank turned to the other guy on his right, again ignoring his partner.

'Hey, pal? Got a cigarette?'

The stranger nodded, and handed him one. Frank put the cigarette in his mouth, and took out a small silver lighter, lighting the cigarette. Suddenly, a shout came from the pool.

'Where's that fuckin' drink?'

Frank turned to the barman and took the tequila. As he was about to walk away, he took another object out of his pocket. A small cellphone. He handed it to the stranger.

'Here. Look after this for me. It's time to be subtle.'

The stranger stared at him puzzled, but took the object as Frank began to stride away. As he began to near the pool, he put his hand in his inside pocket, and brought out a hankerchief. With the drink in one hand, he wiped his brow with the other. As he got to the edge of the pool, he began to kneel when he tripped over, smashing the glass on the concrete edge. Two suits immediately headed over to him.

'You clumsy fuck! Watch what you're doing?'
'Do you know who the fuck this is?'

Frank quickly apologised, and picked himself up. He knelt down, and began to pick up the shards of glass. As he picked up the broken pieces, he began to slowly pull down his right sock revealing a flash of silver.

Back at the bar, the phone began to ring in the stranger's hand. To the tune of The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly...
post #22 of 32
CLEANING HOUSE

Paulie's ears perk up at the sound of tinny Morriconne coming from the pocket of the guy next to him at the bar. "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille."

He whirls around on the bar stool, stands quickly, adjusts his tie. He scouts the scene with a seasoned glance -- Tobiasi doing a classic mis-direction, the two goons staring down at him, the rest of the party not paying much attention. It's just some punk-ass bellboy, right?

He walks back towards the pool, like he's just passing through. He glances down at Tobiasi, and sees a flash of silver. One of the goons seems to see it to -- he starts, then begins to reach into his jacket.

Paulie's pistols are in his hands before the goon can even get his hand up. "So hard to get good help these days, ain't it?" He empties two rounds into each man's chest. They fall to the ground in bloody heaps in front of Tobiasi.

"That'd be my signal hittin' your eardrum, sunshine," he grins, turning towards the pool. He gleefully shouts, "Don Marco says enjoy your retirement!" and wades in, guns blazing.
post #23 of 32
'cleaning house'

Frank takes the cue and dives into the pool, burying the knife deep into the fat neck of the nearest man. As the water turns red, he jumps back out onto the poolside and empties four rounds into two more of the fatcats. Three down. Two to go. Sensing danger behind, he swivels and unloads his magazine into the goon behind him. As the blood-soaked suit drops, he empties his mag as he turns to Paulie.

'Your turn, pal!'

The hammer cocks, and Frank downs another goon.
post #24 of 32
"Recruitment Drive"

Fortunately the Gardens weren’t too far away. Othello stopped his ride a block down and across the street from the restaurant just as they were putting Three Rings into a late model Cadillac stretch. There were four on the street and probably at least two more inside the vehicle. Since the Mouse-man wasn’t here yet it looked like he was going to have to do it alone. Not the first time.

It was going to take a bit more than his custom made .45 to take out at least the four mooks on the outside of the car before they pulled away. He popped the trunk and went around back to get a little assistance. He took something from his trunk that looked a little like an M-16 on steroids. The Franchi SPAS-15 is a 12 gauge semiautomatic combat shotgun. It has 6 shells in its box clip. With targets less than ten meters away he felt pretty good about hitting them from here with the slugs he kept loaded.

He had stayed under the cover of his trunk while getting the weapon out. He had drawn some attention from the guards but that was all. He came back around to the driver’s side to get a little more protection in case the Guidos got lucky.

In one smooth motion he brought the gun to his shoulder and emptied the magazine in just under 2 seconds. The first slug shredded the limo’s “bullet-proof” tire with little problem. The first two mooks bought it while looking in confusion for the source of the thunder. One caught it center mass as he stood at the rear of the car. The second lost his head, which stuck out above the roof on the passenger side.

His third target had just finished shoving Tivoli down into the car and when he saw the big black man bringing the gun up. He struggled to bring his own piece into play but a big slug separated his arm, shoulder, and a good piece of his chest from the rest of his body. The fourth managed to snap off a couple of shots hitting the body of the Beamer. The final shot in the magazine went through the driver’s side window. It missed the intended target but made a mess of the steering wheel. Plastic and metal shrapnel from the airbag blew up in his face taking him out of the game at least.

Othello ducked down and threw the street canon into his car and freed his .45. It was time to get a little more personal. He ran around the back of his car and sprinted across the street taking cover behind a big Oldsmobile parked at a meter. No shots were fired at him while he made his crossing. Either all opposition was down for the count or was still taking cover.

He peered up the sidewalk around the fender of the Olds and saw Danny crawling for the restaurant. “Tivoli, over here.” The man looked at him with dread and Othello could see his lips moving in prayer. “I’m here for you. Come to me and you’ll be safe.”

Just then the passenger side door opened and an arm ending in a nine millimeter stuck out. Othello saw that it was aimed at the greaseball and not him. The nine snapped off two shots, one catching Tivoli in the leg before Othello’s .45 roared and caught the shooter in the arm.

The big man broke into a run and snatched the injured Italian up into a fireman’s carry, leaving his gun hand free. He sprinted back to his car and put him in the back seat. Sirens scream in the distance as the big black car tore off into the city.
post #25 of 32
The Promotion

Roman enters through the rear door immediately assaulted by the sickening sweet smell of perfume and spent bodily fluids. Down the cinderblock walled corridor that houses dressing rooms and rooms of fantasy fullfillment a door flies wide and a fat man pulling his pants up comes skidding out of one of the rooms. A filled holster bouncing at the waist.
Roman sends a bullet into the man's hamhock thigh. "Lay still." Roman offers. He reaches down and removes the weapon and pats down the customer.
He makes way down the corridor offering his gun as eyes peek from parted door jambs. He reaches the beaded drapes that separate the corridor from the main showroom.
Strobes flicker and dry ice fog swirls about the room as Tony and Dino are surveying their attackers. Roman walks through, gun drawn towards the lingering shadows.
"You guys ok?" he asks. He then notices the wet wounds on both of them.
Roman moves across the room to the men sporting bullet holes in their torso's thanks to Tony and Dino. He flips the pockets of one of the corpses inside out and produces a cell phone. He hits 'last called' and then motions Tony and Dino over...
post #26 of 32
CLEANING HOUSE

Paulie hears Tobiasi shout, sees him in the pool, points both guns in his direction, and fires...

... taking out the bimb in the string bikini not too skimpy to have hidden the knife she was paddling towards him with. "Leave the banter to me, sport, and watch your back," he growls as he rushes towards the last two old geezers making their way out of the pool like a couple of walruses in mating season. A few quick glances tell him the goons who aren't bleeding are running for their lives -- money well-spent, there.

He's at the stairs leading out of the pool now, the two old man gasping as they reach them a second after he does. They look up into double barrels of payback.

"You know, I was gonna make this quick," Paulie says, glancing down at his shoes, now soaked from the splashing of his prey. "But you got water on my fuckin' Armanis." Two blasts, and both men go down with a shattered kneecap. "And now, since this suit is a loss anyway...." The water wells crimson as Paulie climbs down after them, grabbing them by the thin wispy hair framing their sun-burned bald spots. Their pleas and cries might as well be birds chirping for all he cares.

"I'm gonna baptize you fellas in my church. It's called the First Church of Don't Fuck With Don Marco." He shoves their heads into the bloody water. He doesn't let go until the thrashing stops and the bodies floatb silently.

He turns to Tobiasi as the first hint of distant sirens can be heard. "Everybody out of the pool, Mom and Dad are coming home!" he shouts, dashing up the steps out of the pool and pounding hard for the wooden fence at the edge of the hotel property.
post #27 of 32
Frank yelped as he jumped the fence. Paulie was already in Tobiasi's Charger, gunning the engine loudly. As he slumped in the seat, he looked down at his arm, and the blood leaking from it.

'Flesh wound. Let's go.'

The car screamed away as more squad patrols arrived.
post #28 of 32
Survelliance

The man called Eschelon watched the man called Roman Carvaggio, who had been watching over the Don the past several weeks, drive his expensive sports car out of the manor's turf. A fatal mistake, thought Eschelon.

One of "his boys", that is, a former student, had manufactured software that had allowed him to hack into the manor's security system and transmit back serene images. Private until the last, the Carvaggio fellow was the only security the old man had in his private chambers. And the security cameras...well, those were already disabled. The wonders of technology.

Eschelon picked up the high-powered rifle from its hiding place within the bushes. He was able to factor in for the glass's distortion, so no annoying, telling red light was needed. The silencer, unlike movies, only barely muffled the gun, but it was enough not to wake the disabled guard twenty feet away.

Eschelon whispered the closing lines of the poem "Invictus" under his breath. "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul."

He fired. The glass shattered and the hollow tip bullet entered the old man's shoulder--his intent was to wound this time. Not only did it serve as a warning that their pathetic security systems were no problem to such a man like him, but it caused them to step up said security. That was more of a challenge when it came for the old man to die.

Eschelon dropped the rifle on the ground, shut off his security equipment and returned into his black knapsack. Then he disappeared onto the manor grounds, headed for home...
post #29 of 32
The Raid

Virgil looks from one men to the other, watching them scratching their heads, lost in their thoughts, yet seemingly unable to come up with a single idea as where to start. Alright I'll give them five more minutes, he says to himself. He lights up a cigarette and lays his head back on the alley wall, allowing himself a brief pause. His mind his clear of any thoughts, he only feels the smoke penetrating his lungs and relieving him of all the tension he accumulated during the last two hours. He only realizes his smoke is over when ashes burns his finger. Crushing the cig under his shoes, he cracks his finger and decides that it his time to take control.

"Okay, you guys have been thinking for twenty minutes now. Has either one of you come up with any clues?"

"Sorry Virgil, me and Lou been discussing it and we don't have any fuckin' idea as to who might have let the cops in on us. We're still stuck with Scapelli", Vinnie answers.

"'Kay. Well then, there's only one way we're gonna get them answers. Hope the pigs are still outside."

Virgil goes to the end of the alley and peeks carefully around the corner. The police van is still there, two men standing besides it, exchanging small talk. There's no one else in sight.

"You two,wait here."

Virgil takes out his gun and adjusts a silencer on the end. He aims carefully at one of the cop's head. BLAM! One second later, no more head on the guy. His friend, surprised by the sudden splashing of blood all over him has no time to react. Virgil is alreday upon him and knocks him flat with a quick blow to the head. He grabs him by the collar, puts him on his feet and slams him onto the nearest wall.

"Vinnie! Lou! C'me here. Put the body in the van. As for you, mon ami, you're gonna tell us who gave you and your blue-fascists pal the tip on where we were, or I'm gonna take my time killing you bit by bit. Now, talk, or I'll start by the balls."
post #30 of 32
The Promotion

Tony lays with his back against the counter, panting and with a dazed expression.

"Fuck...too fuckin' close....that's the last time I forget to pack."

He tries to move but quickly remembers the piercing ache in his leg. He had been shot right above his knee.

"Think my fuckin' leg's broken.....that figlio di puttana never fired a gun so well in all of his miserable life."

As he struggles to get to his feet, he notices Dino slumped against the couch, out of breath and with a bullet in his arm, the sleeve of his jacket soaked with blood.

Moving towards Dino he hears the door open.....it's Roman.

"Talk about timing...if we'd have known you were coming we'd have left you one of these fucks."

Roman signals for the two men to come over to him as he reaches for the phone on one of the fresh corpses, ready to find out who sent them in the first place.

With that, Tony waited, the stinging pain in his leg getting worse but the instant gratification of a job well done outweighing it.
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The Promotion

That was it? Dino thinks to himself. He cannot believe that it's over. The arm of some pezzo di merda is sticking out from under the sofa.

He knows it was a stupid thing to just ram at those mooks with a sofa in hand. But, come to think of it, it probably surprised the shit out of them. Assholes never got a chance to yell out fucking 'toro.'

Dino stops himself from breathing heavily again even though he desperately wants to. The pain is starting to take its toll. There is a bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor. He grabs and drinks from it. What the hell? he thinks to himself as he pours the rest of it on his wounded shoulder.

He hears a door open. If it is another mook, he's going to just ram that damn scopa head on.

It's Roman.

My fuckin' angelo del guardiano...

Dino looks at Roman and quickly explains that they're okay. Tony says something about saving some of these bastards for Roman.

Dino approaches Roman as he signals for the two of them. He watches Roman grab a phone from one of the dead fucks.

With his good right arm, Dino reaches over to Tony's shoulder and pats him for a fucked-up yet well-done job.

"You did good, lil' buddy. Real good."
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