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* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter Three

post #1 of 59
10/8/02 at 1:28pm
Thread Starter 
(This thread is for signed-up CHUD Mafia players only, please. If you want to join, let me know via e-mail. I am going to add more non-player character interaction to the mix in this chapter. E-mail me with any concerns, as always.)

"The Report"
(ATTN: Rath/Echelon)

A day has passed since your "visit" to Capella's estate. You have been contacted via unlisted phone on your cell by a connection to your employer.

"Your surveillance assignement...," the voice is modified through some electronic device, "What are the details? What is the status of the target?"

"The Rat"
(ATTN: captaineucalyptus/Othello)
(ATTN: Tony Ryan/Mickey, if you are still playing)
(ATTN: Imperator GAC/Vinnie)
(ATTN: Blunt/Virgil)
(ATTN: Waco/Lou)

Othello (and Mickey?) has been summoned to a remote warehouse location, to hold "Three Rings" Tivoli for questioning. Your contact, which you've dubbed "Weasel" has just stepped in to the vacant facility.

"Congratulations on your acuisition," he whines, "I hope you didn't cause too much of a stir."

He hints at what will likely be a news story regarding your pickup of the elusive Tivoli.

"Mr. Tivoli is a former... employee of ours. A paid operative inside Don Capella's organization. Needless to say, he is quite a wanted man.

Filing into the room are no less than ten armed men, weapons bulging underneath their cheap suits.

Mr. Redman, these gentlemen have been assigned to keep an eye on our guest. Do stick around... they aren't much without... *pauses for the right word*... leadership.

"We expect Capella's men to attempt some sort of siege, knwing the typical flair for bravado these men possess. Your account has been credited with the full amount of our contract, and an additional fee... another hundered thousand will be transferred assuming Mr. Tivoli makes it through the weekend."

"Any questions?"

Meanwhile, Vinnie, Lou and Virgil have retired to an abandoned neighborhood park in a failed housing subdivision on the west side of town. Hanging upside down from the monkey bars is your police hostage.

Virgil has managed to work the guy over for a the last few hours, leaving the officer barely conscious.

"I... don't know nothing else about Scapelli," the man stops to spit out excess blood. "He was a turncoat... got a lot of good people killed... in the end... one of you people got him. Danny Raviloli... something like that..."

The cop passes out.

Ravioli? The guy was obviously no Italian. He must have meant Tivoli, the underboss who worked with Scapelli. Strange... Tivoli always seemed to keep his mouth shut.

Lou is struck with a flashback. A few years back, Tivoli ran up quite a debt in one of his high stakes poker games. One of the goons threatened the guy's knees, and the next day, a package shows up for Lou. All $180,000 wrapped neatly.

Where does a guy like that get a hold of cash so quickly?

The pieces seem to fit. Tracking down this Tivoli rat seems to be the answer.

As the three of you head back into town, you get a call from "Knuckles". Apparently, there have been all kinds of "moves" against the "family" in the last 48 hours. Word is they even tried to take out the Don.

More of Tivoli's work? Your cop might know something else... if only he was awake. For now he rests quietly in your trunk, as the three of you make your way back into town.

"Trouble Hits Home"
(ATTN: Katanga/Roman)
(ATTN: Verbal/"Fist")
(ATTN: Dino/"Baby Bull")
(ATTN: Poxy/Paulie)
(ATTN: Fett/"Tobi")

Things had simmered down at Jasmine's Den, and the three of you head home to patch up your wounds. On the return trip, Roman's cell broke the calm once more.

Don Capella had been shot. In his own home. Is he alive? Dying? The three of you raced back to the mansion.

Roman had to argue with the doctor for an hour before the man in white agreed to keep him out of the hospital. Round the clock watches were put on the old man, and he was moved to a central location in the house.

Tony and Dino had also been seen to, sewed up failry neatly. The two of are recovering in the house as well.

Roman, you have been tasked to find the assailant and bring him in, alive. You rest in the lavish living room for a moment, refusing to actually fall asleep.

In front of you are two new faces.

Paulie "The Jester" and Frank Tobiasi. Two fellas fresh of "assignement", who had done a bang up job of "cleaning house". Among all the added personnel in the mansion today, these two stood out as a bit more experienced.

These two men would help you find your assassin.

"The Snoop"
(ATTN: Whitehead/Palooka)
(ATTN: Blofeld/"Alto")

Palooka looks across the open parking lot to see the surly "Hank" nodding. The brute seems to hold back a chuckle as you arrive.

The unannounced guest has been fairly quiet, tied carelessly to a wooden chair. Palooka is startled to see a heavy crate suspended by crane, dangling high over the seated man's head.

"He ain't said much yet," Hank muses. "He's gonna break soon."

Jimmy, you feel like hanging your head. The unloading work has all been completed. If it weren't for your gut feeling about this snoop, and the lack of intelligence from your chosen henchman, you could be celebrating your big sale.

"Alto", you have yet to really offer these men much by way of answers. Despite their combined IQs equalling the size bowling ball they use, you can't help but feel they are gonna threaten your toes, your kneecaps... or something more personal.
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post #2 of 59
10/8/02 at 3:34pm
Trouble Hits Home

Roman Carvaggio silently appraises the two before him. He slides the lid off a laquored cherry wood box revealing hand rolled Treasurer cigarettes, offering them to Frank Tobiasi and Paulie DiVialoso.

“I hear you guys throw a hell of pool party, eh?” Roman smiles cheerfully trying to alleviate the gravity of the situation for just a moment. “I appreciate what you guys did…and the old man does as well.” He offers graciously. “You two just made your bones. Congratulations. Welcome to the top of the food chain.”

Roman exhales a stream of smoke like a Chinese dragon. He removes his overcoat revealing the ornate katana that dangles from his side and the Glock lodged snugly at the small of his back. Roman then unhinges his cufflinks and rolls up his sleeves; he calls for Tony and Dino. Roman makes the necessary introductions. The two recently wounded show no worse for the wear.

“Someone has sent us a message. It would be impolite not to reply. Gentlemen, any thoughts?”

An armed guard closes the double doors to the newly dubbed ' War Room '
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post #3 of 59
10/8/02 at 3:47pm
The Promotion

"Don't know who it was, but my leg is hurtin' like nothin' funny ova' here..."

Tony squints as he leans on the side of the bed, taking a pack of cigarettes from the nighttable next to him and lighting up.

"One thing's for sure...we're gonna find out."

Tony glances over to the other bed to find Dino laying back, a pained expression on his face.

"How's yer arm, fatso?.....hey, we did pretty good back there. We make a good team, my paisan. So you got any bright ideas, or what? My fuckin' head hurts."
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post #4 of 59
10/8/02 at 3:52pm
The Rat

Othello towers over the Weasel. He has dressed down a bit for this meeting; wearing pressed black Levi’s and a black turtleneck pullover, a pair of black Timberlands on his feet. The custom .45 on his right hip was balanced by a matte-black twelve inch tanto style dagger on his left.

“You can relax about the stir. The car and gun will be a twelve inch cube of metal by midnight. Neither it nor the gun can be traced back to me. As far as my face is concerned I doubt anyone paid much attention to that.”

He looks over the men and nods. “I think I can make do with these. Tivoli’s in good hands.”

He points and the men closest to him and then at the small office close to the center of the building. “You two. Take Mr. Tivoli to that interior office and make sure that he’s comfortable. I don’t want him leaving the office for any reason until I say otherwise.” The men nod and take the informer as directed.

“You two, find some plywood and nails and board up the windows of that office. If anyone gets in I don’t want them to be able to see where he is.” The brunette scowls. “Is there a problem here?”

“Yeah. We’re not fuckin’ carpenters.”

Othello crosses the floor in a blink and has the tanto resting on the man’s Adam’s apple. “You are what I tell you. You do what I tell you. I imagine if you are on this detail then you are expendable. Understand? Signify by saying yes, ‘cause if you so much as twitch, you will have a new airway.”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Good. I’m glad we have an understanding. Now get cracking.” The two men went about their assigned duty. “The rest of you buddy up and take an entrance. I believe I counted three including the loading dock. When you guys finish boarding that office up I want you guarding the outside of it. If you see or hear anything, ANY-thing out of the ordinary, report on your radio. Now go.”

The men dispersed as ordered. The “carpenters” found some plywood behind the office and succeeded in boarding up the windows.

Othello lit a cigar and began making a circuit of the warehouse looking for ratholes. The warehouse was reasonably new and not entirely empty. There were a few large crates and bundles scattered around. He fired up a small forklift and moved them closer to the office. They would make good cover for his men and might provide some protection to the office from any stray rounds.

After he was done he poked his head into the office. The men jumped to their feet. Tivoli was trying to read a magazine but he was mostly sweating. "The next time someone does this without informing you on the radio, you are to shoot first. If you hear shooting then get this man down under the desk and keep down yourselves. Don't take action unless I tell you or until someone opens this door unannounced."

One of them actually started to salute before he realized how stupid that would be. "You got it."
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post #5 of 59
10/8/02 at 5:10pm
Back out on the fork lift he took out his cell and punched a number.

The voice on the other end said, "'Sup."

"'Sup my little Homie?"

"Da hell's this?"

"Who da hell you think it is G? Double M."

"Hey big man! Been a long damn time. What your black ass been doin'?"

"Tryin' to keep me and mine safe and sound. Look man I don't have a lot of time. I need a favor."

"Anything man. Whatever the Black Disciples can do for an O.G. like you."

"Righteous. Look, roll out to the warehouse on the corner of 25th and Broad. Stay 'round the outside. I've got the inside locked. Stay low and look for any Guidos. See any and cap 'em. Strap hard dawg, 'cause this is serious business. I don't want any y'all niggas to go down for me."

"Any time."

"Be here as quick as you can with about ten soldiers. There's two large a piece and five for you."

"Peace out."

"Peace." He snapped the phone shut and tucked it in his jeans pocket.
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post #6 of 59
10/8/02 at 8:35pm
"The Report"

Echelon spoke into his cell.

"The subject is still recovering. Now he has something else to recover from. The security will be intense for the next couple of days. It's nothing my boys and I cannot handle, but it would be best to for me to return to Shakespeare for a while. I'm willing to take the next step, though...just say the word."

He hangs up the phone and slides back into the hidden compartment under the bust of Mark Twain in his office. It was time to teach class.
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post #7 of 59
10/9/02 at 3:04pm
The Rat

Lou could tell his silence was starting to get to the other two, but not in the way he had originally intended.

He wasn't sure about Virgil, and the way Vinnie fingered Scapeli right off the bat was a little fishy. He was gonna keep his mouth shut, smoke a few cigarettes, and wait for someone to make a mistake.

And then Virgil went crazy. It seemed to be working, but Lou liked to know who was getting shot before pulling the trigger. If you didn't know, shit, it could be someone's cousin or nephew. Good way to make enemies, and here they were with a dead cop and a soon-to-be-dead cop.

So here they are, driving back into Coldstone, and Lou had a name. Tivoli. At the time, he knew there was something going on, but he wasn't in a position to argue over that kind of money. Before they make it to town, Lou fills the others in on the story.

"So, we got our rat. And he's been a busy boy. Let's see if we can't find the little bastard."
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post #8 of 59
10/9/02 at 3:17pm
"Gentlemen ... the next time some asshole slips you some dough, you might want to be sure of the details.

From your perspective, if I'm working for the "right side," and you behave well, you might find that dough in your pocket to be chump-change. If you behave poorly, you may trade those few dollars for your kids being orphans.

If I'm working for the "wrong side," and you decide to rough me up, well ... good on you. You've hampered level one -- and the next will come tougher ... and warned. If you give me a little information ... you get to walk away with a good job done, and a little extra money in your pocket. You certainly ain't the target. You're just muscle.

Now, are you gonna let a guy read his book, or what?"
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post #9 of 59
10/10/02 at 5:54pm
Thread Starter 
"The Arrival"

Chinatown was never quiet. There seemed to be movement between the docks and the teeming marketplace even in the middle of the night.

In daylight, the flurry of activity was all the more great. Clouds had gathered, with a faint hint of eventual rain on the horizon. Trucks chortled amongst the narrow streets, dotting the community with every shade of gray and blue.

Tourists milled through the street-level shops, cautiously toting cameras and traveller's checks. The locals were amazingly jaded to their guests, selling, buying, moving and dealing.

Against a well-worn curb, a faded maroon taxi cab pulled to a creaky stop. Despite its apprearance, the vehicle's beaten exterior held within its most notorious and influential passenger ever.

Stepping out of the cab, as though moving without a sound was a single shape. With a serene look on her flawless face, the infamous Linh Lao presented herself to the open air.

Some of the passersby whispered, picking up their pace as they eyed the crimson-clad woman. Draped in a perfect silk oriental dress suit she stood for a moment. After taking in a single breath, she opened her eyes. With the faintest rustle, she began to move.

As the cab rolled off into the distance Coldstone's newest arrival absorbed her surroundings.

Turmoil had already taken the town. Chaos loomed. For the people of Coldstone, a storm was coming...

and it was she.
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post #10 of 59
10/10/02 at 10:44pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

"Messages are for Western Union," Paulie says. "Enough with the tap-dancing around, I ain't fuckin' Fred Astaire, and they sure as hell ain't Ginger. We don't send a message, we drop the fuckin' New York white pages on 'em, that's what we do."
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post #11 of 59
10/11/02 at 4:20am
'trouble at home'

'I hate to be the cliche in all of this, but I'm smelling rodent. For them to get to Don Marco like that, they had to have a pretty tight operation. And all the time while I'm here, regardless of what you do or have done for me, I ain't trusting none of you.'
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post #12 of 59
10/11/02 at 8:06am
TROUBLE AT HOME

"Gee, thanks a fuckin' lot. Next time I'll just let the bitch stick the knife in ya."
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post #13 of 59
10/11/02 at 9:35am
Trouble at Home

"Enough. You are made men now. Act like it." Roman shrugs off the misuse of Don Capella's trust.
Roman motions to Tony and Dino "I want independent contractors put on the old man. Clear the house of all our guys...send them to Florida or something. Change the codes on the security system. Finally...call on whatever god you think will help and let's get the old man moved."
Roman steps to Paulie. "You are the newly minted family exterminator. Do whatever you have to. But whoever it is...I want them alive. Anyone else...I leave to your discretion. I want everyone in this room and out checked...myself included." Roman then turns to Frank Tobiasi. "You and me are going for a drive, Frank." He tosses his car keys iin Frank's lap.
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post #14 of 59
10/11/02 at 10:44am
Frank scoops up the keys and stands up.

'Whatever you say, Chief.'
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post #15 of 59
10/11/02 at 11:34pm
Trouble At Home

"How's yer arm, fatso?" asks Tony. "Hey, we did pretty good back there. We make a good team, my paisan. So you got any bright ideas, or what? My fuckin' head hurts."

Dino doesn't answer. Despite them surviving, things were still a little bit fucked up. It's time to just shut one's trap and just listen for orders.

Dino looks at Paulie and he sees an arrogant prick who thinks he's smarter than everyone. Frank, on the other hand, is the guy to trust. Sure he says he ain't trusting no one, including Dino, but then that's how it's supposed to be. You gots to have loyalty, but you still gotta have common sense.

Roman gives his orders to Dino and Tony. Like deja goddamn vu. Dino thinks about another shootout from all of this and this time he's gonna be packing a bit more.

"Alright, Tony, I'll be clearing up the place while you change the security codes." He taps his right breast pocket. "Got your cell?... Good. Guns?... Good. Meet me back here once you're done."

Dino dusts off his suit then cracks his neck as he proceeds downstairs to the kitchen.
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post #16 of 59
10/13/02 at 8:20pm
The Rat

Virgil was at the wheel of the car. While usually, driving made him feel relaxed, thoughts were now rushing to his head. He started to wonder if offing a cop right away was the right thing do. He had the feeling it made the other two suspicious. Still, working on the other one was certainly the highlight of his day, and now they had the info they wanted. Scapelli was dead, so they had to get after Tivoli. He had to make a call.

He parked the car and took out a cellphone and quickly punched a number.

"Andrea? It's Virgil. I need an info."

Andrea Del Monte was Virgil's informant, a guy who had a lot of connections in the mafia and the one and only guy that Virgil knew he could trust. He had helped him get into the cleaning bisness.

"You know Danny Tivoli? goes by the alias "Three Rings"? I need to know where I can find him? Say what? Okay. Try to find as much as you can and then call me back. Thanks, mon ami"

He turned towards Lou and Vinnie.

"Guess what? Apparently Tivoli's been kidnapped. Andrea's gonna try and find his whereabouts. I smell something fishy goin'on. What say we go drop that sucker in the trunk into the harbor and then go and pack. I have a bad feeling about this and I don't wanna walk into trouble unprepared."
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post #17 of 59
10/14/02 at 4:28pm
Thread Starter 
"The Rat"
(ATTN: capteucalyptus)

Othello had carefully strategized his defense. Weasel monitored the man from a handheld LCD screen.

"Looks like we made the right choice," Weasel mumbles to himself as he steps into his chauffer-driven BMW.

"What the fu..." his driver begins.

Weasel leans toward the tinted window, looking outside the car toward the source of the distress.

A handful of chrome-polished low-riders, all painted jet black roll onto the lot. Each one creaks and grinds as it slows and parks.

Slowly and deliberately, each of the vehicles doors pop open to reveal a collection of street thugs.

"Should we do somethin?" Weasel's cowardly driver offers, struggling not to wet himself.

"These men...," Weasel surmises, with a grin, "These are Mr. Redman's associates. No need to worry Andrew."

The BMW meekly rolls off into the distance.

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Redman hears passing news between two of Weasel's dimwitted, "regulars".

"Mickey... you know, the mouse...," one whispers to a companion.

"Whacked?"

"That's what I heard. Disappeared on assignment for the Weasel."

"Not good," the first mook replies.

Before Othello can act, a look and familiar rhytmhic knock hits the large metal warehouse door. Weasel'smooks draw their guns reactively.

Redman's guests had arrived.
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post #18 of 59
10/14/02 at 4:57pm
Roman and Frank arrive in the suburbs. “What are we doing way the fuck out here?” Tobiasi asks, more than a little irritated after suffering his navigational skills. Roman exits the vehicle. “It may be something, it may be nothing. Let’s go see.” Roman turns and starts up the walkway.

“Salvatore Bosca. He’s a dealmaker of sorts. He arranged for me to come here and work for the Don after some trouble in Naples. Be polite.” Roman says.
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post #19 of 59
10/14/02 at 5:49pm
The Rat.

It was decided that the union controlled harbor would be the best place for the cops body. Virgil drove straight towards the garbage trawler. They've all done this before. Dumping a cop in garbage was nothing new, it was the news about Tivoli that really bothered them.

Vinnie was especially nervous. "I don't know what's goin on here guys, but we ain't gonna be left holding holding our cocks when the music stops."

They dumped the body in a trash bin that's due to ship out to be dumped in the ocean in the morning and headed towards a safehouse on the docks to get the one thing that would make Vinnie and all else in the car feel better: guns, lots of guns, and maybe some other fun stuff as well.

"Somethin's up guys and we're gonna go kill every muthafucka who's messed with us. Just like the old days eh Lou? Sometimes, I don't care bout anything, but gettin out alive. I don't care bout the cops and I don't care bout the family. I don't care who it is, we going to war.
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post #20 of 59
10/14/02 at 6:03pm
The Rat

"Stand down you dumbasses! When the real deal gets here they are NOT going to KNOCK!"

The men look at each other and shrug. THey return to their waiting game.

Othello walks to the small door to the left of the loading dock and after drawing his pace and holding it to his leg opens it. He looks up at the mirror that gives him a view of the ramp an sees two young black men in Broncos jerseys and caps.

He steps out oon the stairs and nods at them. "Sup fellas."

They nod at him. The older one steps forward and looks up. "Hey man. We're here and ready."

"Right. Take half your soldiers 'round back and watch those streets. The other half stays round front. Y'all know these streets better than me so you know what to watch for. And I don't have to tell you to keep it on the DL."

The one further back smiled, the light glinting off of stainless steel caps. "Consider us your seein' eye niggas." They threw the Disciple's signs and headed back to their rides.

Othello went in feeling a little better about the whole thing.
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post #21 of 59
10/14/02 at 6:31pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

Paulie slaps a hand on Dino's shoulder as he starts to exit the room.

"I believe the honcho said I was supposed to check everybody. And last time I checked, 'everybody' includes you."
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post #22 of 59
10/14/02 at 6:43pm
Trouble hits home

"Sure thing, Dino."

Tony moves his leg, the bullet removed but the pain still there. He stands up and with the crutch provided to him makes his way down the hall and into the security room.

"I ain't no fuckin' computer whiz or nothin' but let's have a look at this."

A notepad sits on the desk with various scribblings. Standing out is the word "Reprogramming."

"And bingo was his name-o...."

A 7-digit security code is written next to the words: 6843496

"Bada-bing, bada-boom...I guess that's it. I'm a fuckin' genius."
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post #23 of 59
10/14/02 at 6:50pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

"Son of a bitch...." Paulie mutters as Tony hobbles out the door. He turns back to Dino. "This how you guys always listen to your boss? I'm going to check out Gimpy, and your ass had better be here when I get back."

Paulie storms down the hall after Tony -- he can hear the step-thump, step-thump up ahead of him. He turns a corner and spies a slightly-ajar door. He kicks it open and storms in.

"And where the hell do you think you're going, Tiny Tim?"
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post #24 of 59
10/15/02 at 1:09am
The Report

Though I loved them for their faults
As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts
With their heads in a cunning cloud.
-Dylan Thomas

Forbes McCready put down his pen and looked at the piece of parchment. His tutors would have called it arrogance, but it was just so much fun.

He looked at his hands, gloved in rubber as to avoid prints, thinking. For fifteen years he had lead this double life. When would the lines blur and one side would find out who he was in the other life? Would it be Joy or "his boys" to discover where he went on those vacations, around the world and to nearby Coldstone, of cold coffee and dingy motel rooms bathed in red neon light? Or would one of his enemies come after him, destroying all he worked so hard to build here? Would the Academy be in danger? Would his boys? Was it worth it all?

He thought for a moment, and picked up the fountain pen. As an afterthought, he added:

But you already knew it was Thomas, didn't you...friend?

He went out of his way that afternoon, making a stop in Coldstone's post office, thus hoping that it could not be traced back to him. It was addressed to one Roman Carvaggio, care of the Capella manor.

There was no return address.
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post #25 of 59
10/15/02 at 9:29am
'trouble at home'

Frank brushes back his hair and adjusts his tie as they reach the door.
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post #26 of 59
10/15/02 at 3:56pm
Thread Starter 
Trouble at Home
(ATTN: Katanga and Fett)

The two of you approach the home of Mr. Bosca. The heavy oak front door is open, creaking a bit in the strong wind.

The two of you are simultaneously hit with a sinking feeling.

The utter silence only adds to the feelings of tension. Then, the moment is broken by a startled house cat, rushing out of the house.

The cat leaps slightly as it passes through the open doorway, something that wouldn't normally attract your attention.

Then you see it. Roman first, and Frank right away after that. A thin, almost invisible wire stretches across the inner doorway.

A tripwire?

You no longer doubt that you have been followed and predicted. You are definitely not alone...
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post #27 of 59
10/15/02 at 4:00pm
Thread Starter 
Trouble at Home
(ATTN: Verbal, Voltes, Poxy)

A rumbling sound stole Paulie's attention for a moment. A quick glance reveals a nearby pager, vibrating its way across the counter.

As you close in, you make out a simple text message... in all caps.

"BOOM!" it says.

As you read it aloud, the three of you, as well as the remainder of the mansions mooks, are not comforted.
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post #28 of 59
10/15/02 at 4:10pm
Thread Starter 
The Snoop
(ATTN: Dan Whitehead, and Blofeld I guess)

Hank grits his teeth, picking up a length of pipe. He proceeds toward the bound Tony "Alto", ready to extract answers however necessary.

Palooka looks on, paralyzed with rage. This man's interloping was obviously mafia-related. Sending one of his goons to investigate Mr. Weasel's delivery is not how you had planned to do business. Still, you couldn't have the death of one of the gangsters errand boys on your head. "Rubbing him out", as they would likely call it.

But Hank beating him severely... that you could allow.

One swing of the pipe is followed by a slight clang. Alto's cheek seems to bruise immediately as he recovers from the blow.

A second swing looms, but is held off.

A strange sound interrupts. All those gathered on the loading dock look up in unison. The crate snaps free from a weak cable.

The heavy wooden container smashes to the ground, enveloping Alto and Hank in its center. Sand spills out of the container's cracked edges.

Again, the gross incompetence of his men leaves Jimmy Palooka stunned.

One of Capella's men. Murdered. While shipping goods for the Don's one true rival. It would be time to disappear, but the vehicle to illegal goods-dealer ratio was rapidly worsening.

Palooka's hired hands had all turned tail.
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post #29 of 59
10/15/02 at 6:00pm
The Rat

A thought struck Othello and he pulled his cellphone back out and said one word into it. "Palooka."

The phone beeped a few times and started to ring.
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post #30 of 59
10/15/02 at 6:31pm
TROUBLE HITS HOME

"EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!"

Paulie wastes no time with niceties and leaps out the nearest window. He ignores the glass shattering around him and rolls with his impact, and is up and sprinting before the pain can even register.
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post #31 of 59
10/16/02 at 12:31am
Trouble At Home

"What the--"

A loud explosion rocks Tony's train of thought (or lack thereof) and sends him falling to the ground, covering his ears.

He glances to the window, gets up, and quickly hobbles over.

"Here goes nothin'."

Tony jumps out the window and drops a few stories, a sharp pain in his leg from the impact decidedly better than being blown apart in the mansion.
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post #32 of 59
10/16/02 at 11:31am
TROUBLE HITS HOME

Paulie stops, mid-stride. That nagging sense of duty winning out over self-preservation. Again.

"Shit," he mutters, and sprints back towards the mansion. Some minor-leaguer is high-tailing out the front door.

"You. With me. Now." The look in Paulie's eyes wins over the moment's hesitation. He follows Paulie into the house. "No time for sightseeing, sweetheart, where's the old man?" Paulie asks, gesturing for the man to take the lead.

"I can't tell you that. Roman --"

His next words are halted by Paulie's hand across his face. "Either you show me where he is or I'm knee-capping your sorry ass and leaving you here when I'm done."

The man rubs his stinging jaw, then glares at Paulie. "Fuck you, man, you're crazy." He dashes towards the front door.

Paulie sighs. In one swift movement a pistol is in his hand, and the shot finds it's mark in the fleeing man's back. He drops without a sound.

"Fucking amateurs," Paulie mutters.

Roman had said the old man was in a central location, so Paulie heads to what feels like the center of the house. There's a big, thick-looking door at the end of the hall, looks likely.

And there's a lovely little keypad on the wall next to it.

"Goddamn it!" Paulie shouts. "Do they want the geezer dead?!?"

He runs back to the computer room he'd left Tony in with his Evil Kneivel impersonation. He's covered in sweat now, his face tightened, waiting for the inevitable explosion that'll end his life and cut-short this mercy mission his conscience talked him into. he bursts into the room, and of course, Tony is gone. "Sure got the hell out of here fast for a guy on one good leg." He scans around quickly, and his eye catches a piece of paper with some numbers jotted on it.

"What the hell," he thinks, grabs the paper, and heads back to the geezer's room. He stops in front of the keypad, and hesitates a moment. Then he laughs. "The way your luck's been goin', you're probably gonna activate the self-destruct or something." He swallows, punches in the seven digits, and the door slides open. He pockets the piece of paper -- he's playing them as lottery numbers 'til the day he dies.

Which he hopes isn't this one in particular.
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post #33 of 59
10/16/02 at 11:49am
'trouble at home'

Frank immediately turns and draws both his guns. He stares around quickly, not panicking, but desperately alert.
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post #34 of 59
10/16/02 at 11:50am
Thread Starter 
Trouble at Home

(Not meaning to post without allowing everyone ample response time, but...)

Despite the tense situation, there is still no explosion yet. Paulie arrives to find the boss sleeping soundly in his wheel-locked mdeical bed, an IV drip hanging from a wheelabout at his side. Two big bruisers with pistols look around nervously, one just accidentally put a bullet in the doorfram, a foot away from Paulie's head.
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post #35 of 59
10/16/02 at 12:00pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

Paulie stares at the hole in the door frame next to his head, then back at the startled bodyguard. "If you were worth a good god damn I'd be dead right now, you stupid prick!"

The bruiser starts to speak. Paulie raises a hand. "No, no time for the sob story, get the old man mobile right fucking now unless you want us all mixed together in a really unhappy way."
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post #36 of 59
10/16/02 at 12:35pm
Trouble at Home

As both Roman and Frank see the lethal filament, the permeable shroud of immediate danger covers them both.

“Bosca is dead.” Roman utters in grim finality. “I have to go inside.”

Roman looks to Frank Tobiasi. “You coming?”
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post #37 of 59
10/16/02 at 12:42pm
'trouble at home'

'Whoever killed your man no doubt knew we were coming, which means there's likely more booby traps inside. And someone is undoubtedly watching us right now. But while having someone on watch would be a good idea, we need to watch our backs immediately. So lead the way, senor.'
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post #38 of 59
10/16/02 at 1:27pm
Trouble at Home

Roman cautiously enters, stepping over the trip wire. His eyes methodically sweep every available surface for any and all inconsistencies. He draws his other foot inside and measures each breath. Scanning the tiled entry way for pressure plates, infrared sensor emitters, or an axe wielding madman.

He turns to Tobiasi. “Nothing. Clear.” He offers tentatively.
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post #39 of 59
10/16/02 at 1:45pm
Thread Starter 
Trouble at Home
(ATTN: Fett/Katanga)

The inside of the house is a chaos of strewm papers and upturned furniture. Trophies, books, even a prized bowling ball rest at your feet. Face down at his desk is Bosca, laying deathly still.

Once the two of you are inside, you hear the click of a hammer being cocked back. Roman can't help but think that this bait and switch stuff is just getting ridiculous.

"Pathetic," an unfamiliar voice offers. "Fucking pathetic."

Unfortunately for the new arrival, the two of you scoped the placed out pretty well. Your would-be assailant is standing in the doorway. While he obviously knows about the tripwire, isn't too bright about lingering in front of it.
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post #40 of 59
10/16/02 at 1:58pm
'trouble at home'

Frank looks down at the stranger's feet.

'Ditto.'

He immediately picks up a chair, throws Roman behind a desk, and throws the chair at the doorway. As Frank dives behind the desk, landing hard on Roman, the loud explosion is heard. Dust permeates the office as Frank stands up, and sees the huge gaping hole where the doorway once was. He brushes some splinters off his suit and helps Roman up.
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post #41 of 59
10/16/02 at 9:30pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

"Well don't just stand there, Quick Draw, let's move!"

The two bodyguards immediately rush to the bed and unlock the wheels. Paulie is turning the bed towards the door before the last wheel is freed.

"Grab the cocktail and follow me."

The three men run as fast as they can with their awkward cargo. Paulie catches glimpses of figures dashing about, some towards the front door, other towards some other exit somewhere. Some carry papers, some have sacks with unmistakeable flashes of green in them, some even have silverware sticking out of their pockets. "Buncha fuckin' scavengers," he thinks.

The front door loom ahead, still open, a trail of blood leading outside and down the walk up to where the man Paulie encountered on the way in his making his painful way away from the house. He turns to the bodyguards. "Take it from here, boys." They rush on ahead as Paulie stops over the fallen man.

"And where the fuck are you going?" he asks.

The man looks up in terror. "Aw please man, I was just doing my job!"

Paulie explodes, kicking the man hard in the ribs. "Your fuckin' job is to protect that man on the big roller skate over there, not fuck around with someone who's trying to save his life!" Another kick flips the man onto his back, the pain from the gunshot wound making him cry out. Paulie draws his pistol once again and gestures towards the door. "You wanna protect that room so goddamn badly? Back in the house."

The man stares, wide-eyed, tears down his cheeks. "What?"

"You deaf and dumb? Back. In. The. House. Either you crawl in there or I carry you."

"Are you out -- "

BANG! The man cries out, his kneecap shattered. "Fine," Paulie says, bending over to pick him up. "I already wasted enough time on your sorry ass today." He hoists him up over his shoulders, drags him to the front door, and tosses him back inside. He backs away from the wounded man, who is now sobbing uncontrollably.

"I catch you following me, I swear to fuckin' God I will make it as painful as possible."

He turns and sprints after the two bodyguards. They're a good distance from the house now, far enough to be out of harm's way, Paulie guesses. The two men stand hunched over, panting. The don is stirring restlessly, asleep but somehow, subconciously, aware something is going on. Paulie runs up to the bruiser who took the shot at him earlier and strikes him across the face with his still-drawn pistol. With a grunt, the man falls to the ground.

"Next time keep it in your pants, you dumbass." The fallen man's companion reaches into his jacket, but Paulie whirls on him in an instant, the pistol inches from the man's face. "I'm havin' a real bad fuckin' day. Don't try me." The man's hand slowly comes out of his jacket and rises along with the other.

"We're cool, man, we're cool. Now what?"

Paulie puts his pistol away, pulls out a small flask and takes a long pull.

"Now we wait and see if this is a house-warming party or not."
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post #42 of 59
10/17/02 at 1:46am
Trouble Hits Home

"EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!"

The cocky asshole reads it and everyone in the room starts running like chickens without heads. Dino hears glass shattering as Paulie crashes out a nearby window.

Dino knows he's not the smartest guy in the world, but God had blessed him with common sense. He picks up the fallen pager and reads the text.

"BOOM!" it says.

Whoever left it here is either a nutbag or a backstabbing nutbag, Dino thinks to himself. Suddenly, he decides to do something. This could be a stretch.

He picks up a phone and dialed *69.

The phone number directs to a voicemail. He then presses "111."

The pager in his hand begins to vibrate. He reads it and it says, "111."

Dino slams the phone receiver and plans on cattling every person in the house to the safety of the outside and the fury of his fists.
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post #43 of 59
10/17/02 at 5:47am
The Snoop

Jimmy Palooka stands staring at the pile of wood, splinters and sand covering the crushed remains of Alto and that fucking mook, Hank.

"Fuck" he mutters. "This could be messy".

Although the situation is big time bad, Jimmy's mind pushes down the involuntary panic response. Cool, analytical logic takes over, considering each and every possible outcome and racing to find the conclusion that works best - preferably one that doesn't end with his chest full of slugs. Unfortunately, that doesn't leave many options. Whichever way he cuts it, this is serious. The vans have long since been taken by the fleeing heavies. He's got maybe an hour before this place gets crowded. Maybe two hours before Alto's crew come looking, but probably less if those sissy fucking dock punks blab to the cops. First things first, he needs an exit and a place to hole up to plan the next move. Somewhere people won't think to look for him.

His course of action decided, he plucks a cellphone from his jacket pocket. Before he can dial a number, the phone rings. Jimmy looks at the name on the screen for a few seconds, the phone's incessant ringing echoing in the night. The pile of sand and debris is turning dark brown at the edges, as the blood soaks through.

A crooked smile crosses his lips as he lifts the phone to his ear.

"Moor? Just the guy I'm looking for. You know that favor you owe me, buddy? Time to pay up, ya big fuck..."
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post #44 of 59
10/17/02 at 8:50am
Trouble hits home

"Holy shit, the Don! What the fuck am I doin?"

Tony, realizing his error, hobbles back to the window and pulls himself up.

"I coulda used the door....shit."

He races inside, chaos surrounding him and Dino standing by the table with the beeper on it, noticably angry.

"Sorry about that, never thought to save anyone's tail but my own....fuckin' cowardly of me, I apologize. Let's just make sure Don Capella is alright."
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post #45 of 59
10/17/02 at 9:25am
The Snoop

Palooka can almost feel the grin coming across the air waves.

"Love you too, m'man. You know I always make good. Tell me what I can do for you?"
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post #46 of 59
10/17/02 at 9:48pm
Trouble At Home

Tony walks in like a puppy who just pissed on the carpet. Dino has no time for lectures and has to think fast. Really fast.

"Get the Don. Get him out. Make sure nobody leaves the fucking gates. I gotta do a bit of wrangling here."

Tony opens his mouth and about to ask "Why?" when Dino commands, "Just do it!"

Tony runs off while Dino heads down to the kitchen.
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post #47 of 59
10/17/02 at 10:04pm
Trouble At Home

Three cooks are huddled by the service door entrance while two snoring guards are sleeping on a small table. One of the cook whispers something to the other two as they all start to bolt off.

"You three, come here!" Dino yells exasperatingly.

The three cooks approach Dino with fearful anticipation in their eyes. "Nobody's going anywhere? Capice? Take off your shirts."

The three do not listen.

"The off your shirts -- NOW!"

The three almost burst out crying, thinking that the house has actually exploded. Seeing that the kitchen is still in one piece, they quickly removed their shirts.

Dino marches towards the two sleeping guards. He kicks one of the chair, dropping the groggy guard to the floor.

Dino kneels down and grabs him by the collar. "The house may about to go boom and I don't trust none 'o you. Understand? Now. You and your buddy here remove your shirts. Don't do it and I shoot you. Clear? Good. Go."

What the hell? Dino thinks. If this place does blow up, at least he has good odds of catching the traitor and trapping him inside the house.

Of course, he'll also be coming along for some explosive ride...
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post #48 of 59
10/17/02 at 10:04pm
TROUBLE AT HOME

"This is fucked," Paulie says after a few minutes.

"Huh?" the bodyguard says, looking up from his still-unconcious companion.

"Why the hell would you wire the house to blow and then give us plenty of time to get the boss out? Why even warn us?" He takes another pull from his flask and shakes his head. "We're standing there talking about sending messages, and I think we just got another one." He's bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet now, trying to decide his next move. "I can't fuckin' believe this."

"What?"

Paulie pulls his pistol again. "Watch the boss. I'm goin' back in."

He walks back up to the house, slowly but deliberately.
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post #49 of 59
10/17/02 at 10:24pm
Trouble Hits Home

Tony makes his way to the Don's room on Dino's orders.

Shit, I know I fucked up but he doesn't gotta make me feel bad....ain't enough I almost amputated my leg gettin' out that window

Gritting his teeth, he enters the room.

"Sir, it's an honor...my leg is pretty bad but I think I can get you out....you ready?"

The old man mutters a bit, obviously anxious to get out.

Tony gets behind the old man's wheelchair and pushes him slowly to the door, exiting and going down the hallway down to the ramp leading outside.
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post #50 of 59
10/17/02 at 11:44pm
Trouble Hits Home (second chance)

Tony comes through the window, expletives coming out of Dino's mouth in a hot mist. He runs off down the hall.

Mixed signals, so the fuck what? I almost died once tonight, honorably or not I was gonna get the fuck out of here.

Tony reaches the Don's room, hobbling badly but fighting the pain.

The door is wide open. A keypad sits on the side wall, a 7-digit code entered in.

The fuck....he ain't even here....either someone fucked up and he was snagged, or he must already be out. All he's gonna do out there is catch a cold, I doubt this place is even gonna go up.

Tony hobbles back down the hallway and is stopped by a group of screams. He can distinctly hear Dino's voice.

That the basement? Dino must be down there.
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