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IMPORTANT REMINDERS:
1. This thread is only for registered cast members, e-mail me to see if you can join.

2. Players, you CANNOT post damage or death on another "named" character. Any background character with a name, like "Hank" and "Weasel" for example, as well as (especially) other players. It is up to the owner of the character to allow himself to take damage/die.

3. If you have a character that dies, you aren't necessarily done RPing. E-mail me for options. Now...

"The Next Assignment"
(ATTN: RATH)

The following morning, you are resting in your study, contemplating your next mystery letter to your nemesis.

You are interrupted.

In your doorway stands a tall, slim woman of Asian descent, pale-skinned and exotically beautiful.

"I will get to the point," she starts abruptly. "I know who you are and what you do."

She pauses briefly to let you digest her comments.

"Your contract with Mr. Steadman is over. Consider this meeting your resignation. You will now for me."

She paces into the room, seeming to glide rather than walk. In the doorway where she stood are two thugs... Triads if your instincts serve you as usual.

"I am Linh Lao," "You may call me Madam. I assume you are wondering how I expect you to work for me... freely."

She grins knowingly.

"Your attempt on Marco Capella was documented by my men. Not only does his syndicate want to find you, but they will soon find you even MORE undeniable. I have arranged it so."

She waits for your reply, and is seated at a chair in your office.

"Coldstone"
(ATTN: EUCALYPTUS, GAC, BLUNT, WACO, WHITEHEAD)

Dawn has come. Like a hawk, Othello has monitored every entry into the area from the rooftop. You watched as JT brought your ally to the house, and made sure he was cleared for entry withno problem.

Palooka was relieved to arrive unscathed. And came bearing gifts of gratitude. Heavy boxes, weighing down the trunk of JT's ride.

Several of the mooks (to clarify: 12 mooks, 10 Black disciples, you, Palooka, Tivoli) helped drag in the two large containers. They were subsequently armed with the contents, all machineguns and the like.

A strange calm comes with the morning air. The sense that the imminent arrival is at hand. You can sense the tension with your men, and in the ranks of the Disciples, free-flowing nervously, while watching the perimiter like trained hawks.

Meanwhile, several blocks away, Vinnie, Virgil and Lou ride together in the backseat of one six Capella family cars. Sleek and bulletproof (think the limo from Desperado), these vehicles cruise slowly toward the industrial part of town.

The three of you, leading a pack of soldiers (numbering in the area of twenty-five), are fully aware of the trial that is to come.

Your career, your "family", your personal honor... hell, even yur reputation is riding on the outcome of your mission. Tivoli's leaks have lead to multiple losses for the family, and to each of you personally. Only with his head on a plate can you resume business.

Your men are armed as well, and are as current, out of sight of any of Steadmen's men. They are not yet aware of your location, but are sure as hell to be expecting you, anxiously.

((I strongly suggest that both groups, Othello, Palooka and company, as well as Virgil, Vinnie and Lou plan your stragegies with each other and myself over e-mail or PM. this chapter needs to be played realistically. Remember the combat notes above. There are plenty of goons on both sides as fodder. Play it up, but be fair. This Chapter won't end until this confrontation does, do keep it moving. Email me PRIOR to anything you think is risky...))

"Diversions"
(ATTN: Katanga, Fett, Verbal, Voltes, Poxy)

Roman and Frank have taken cover. After the smoke cleared, it became evident that your assailant was charred toast in the tripwire explosion. You have searched Bosca's house from top to bottom, and find little by way of evidence.

As you are preparing to leave, you get another call. It is from Ernesto, one of your men at the mansion. His news is the worst possible...

Back at the mansion, while scouring and rounding up potential suspects, the trio of Tony, Dino and Paulie found no conclusive results. The shock of an explosion that never came was soon overshadowed, as the three of you returned outside to find Don Capella and the surrounding henchmen all dead. Seven men in total, shot from above. One shot each. (not any kind of homage to the Beltway Ass-Pirate) Underneath a car you see one survivor. Badly shaken, crying...

Ernesto is reporting the news to Roman over his cellphone, while peeing his pants at the same time.

The murderer could be lingering in the area. There is no way to be certain. The only sure thing is the feeling you have that the pager message was a red herring to get the Boss out in the open.

Shit, it seems, has happened.
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This is a description post of the warehouse only, for the "coldstone" section of the chapter. It overrides any other descriptions previosuly given.

A three story buidling, with a core like a doughnut that is open air all the way from ground floor to the roof. Catwalks and storage shelves lined with boxes of books and magazines fill the building. Tivoli is securs on the ground floor, only players that are inside know this, the rest need to roleplay fairly.

The roof access, front door, and two large docking doors in the rear are the ONLY access. No basement, no sewer lines, no bullshit.

The perimiter is guarded by 10 Black Disciples, hardcore gang-members turned mercs. They are not typical mooks.

Regular union mooks litter the interior of the warehouse.

From the roof, one can see in all directions for a few blocks. it is a clear morning, around 10:00am.
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The Next Assignment

Forbes grins.

"Far be it from me to deny the demands of such a beautiful woman. What did you have in mind?"
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Diversions

Roman drops his cell to the floor. Tobiasi can hear the panicked ramblings of Ernesto on the other end. Roman makes the sign of the cross and murmurs a prayer for Don Marco Capella’s soul.

“Let’s go.” Roman says. The two men drive off and as the stream of black smoke vanishes in the distance, Roman turns to Tobiasi.

“The Don is dead.” He lets his words seep into Tobiasi while he flips open a cigarette case and lights one up.

“I want him buried in three days.” Roman sets the open case on the dash. “After that is done we will set ourselves on the path to war. Do you understand this…Consigliere?”

Roman lets his promotion and that of Frank stir in the smoke-filled car and gazes at the changing scenery as they re-enter COLDSTONE.
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'diversions'

Frank lights up a cigarette. He is deathly quiet.

'Tutto il dado. Vedrò... a quello.
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The Next Assignment

As the woman called Madam begins to speak, McCready interupts.

"Oh wait. I forgot to mention one thing, Madam."

She raises an eyebrow.

"The man you seek, the man called Echelon, is dead."

He dives under the desk and removes the pistol hidden there. He fires at the lights in the room, plunging his study into darkness, and waits for the Triads to strike.
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Diversions

Tony was outside now, alert as ever and surveying the dead bodies.

The Don is dead.....and we couldn't have been any stupider....they wanted him out in the open....what a fuckin' joke..

He pulled out his zippo and a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the smoke. It was a cold night, but it was time to go back to Coldstone.

"Listen, Dino....sorry about me pussyin' out back there...I didn't know what to think. I saw Death in that nightclub and I wasn't about to fight him again in that mansion."

I'm just a pussy, Tony thought. Fuckin' bailin' out on my paisans...well, never again. It's time to earn my keep.

And with that, he threw the smoke down, stepped on it, and went off to leave with Dino.

I'm gonna avenge the Don.
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Quote:
RathBandu: Rolling Stones Disciple:
The Next Assignment

As the woman called Madam begins to speak, McCready interupts.

"Oh wait. I forgot to mention one thing, Madam."

She raises an eyebrow.

"The man you seek, the man called Echelon, is dead."

He dives under the desk and removes the pistol hidden there. He fires at the lights in the room, plunging his study into darkness, and waits for the Triads to strike.
An audible sigh of disappointment is all that is head from Linh Lao as she deftly lands on top of the desk, plunging an unseen long knife through the desktop into the opening.

Her two henchmen enter the room, quickly riddling the desk with bullet holes from their AK74-S's.

There is additional shouting in the hallway, as more feet are set in motion. The language is familiar to McCready... Chinese.
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Quote:
Tony 'The Fist' Delpino:
Diversions

Tony was outside now, alert as ever and surveying the dead bodies.

The Don is dead.....and we couldn't have been any stupider....they wanted him out in the open....what a fuckin' joke..

He pulled out his zippo and a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the smoke. It was a cold night, but it was time to go back to Coldstone.

"Listen, Dino....sorry about me pussyin' out back there...I didn't know what to think. I saw Death in that nightclub and I wasn't about to fight him again in that mansion."

I'm just a pussy, Tony thought. Fuckin' bailin' out on my paisans...well, never again. It's time to earn my keep.

And with that, he threw the smoke down, stepped on it, and went off to leave with Dino.

I'm gonna avenge the Don.
<<GAMEMASTER EDIT>>

((This post takes place in the mid-morning, with the impending threat of a sniper still in the air stillneeding to be addressed once the group in the mansion decides how to act... and if the single survivor, Ernesto is worth saving. The story cannot be advanced into the evening, ignoring these crucial story points. Sorry for the trouble.))
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Diversions

(ATTN Katanga and Fett)

((Without undue speeding, the trip will take you a few posts to elapse. Feel free to exchange conversation as you continue, make phone calls, reload, all that good stuff while in transit.))
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The presents from Palooka having been distributed and the men sent to their posts, Othello took a moment to bask in the relative silence. He heard car horns in the distance, the faint bellow of a freighter's whistle from the direction of the harbor, idle nervous conversation trickling up from below.

Taking a drag on his cigar he mentally prepared for the task at hand. He'd always enjoyed a good gunfight; the bite of cordite in the air, the whine of bullets, and even the pain of wounds were like old friends. It felt like this one was going to be especially tasty.

He smiled and the other men on the roof felt chills run up their spines as they saw the look in his eyes and began to understand why this one was called the Mad Moor. He pushed off of the low wall he had been sitting up against and took up his rifle. He turned around and began scanning the streets below for the dark cars. They always drove the same damn dark cars.
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The Next Assignment

The bullets rocked McCready's desk, denting the several layers of reenforced steel lying under the wood, wearing it down. Soon they would break through. Despite the two inches of steel lying in his right eye from that bitch's blade, McCready knew he had to move quickly.

With a grunt, he pulled his eye away from the woman's knife. Blood began to spurt and the pain was intense, but McCready could not tend to it now. He needed both hands. He had to get to the "Batcave".

The home he lived in was old, and thus filled with secret passages. The closest one, behind the bookcase on the right wall of his study, lead to exactly where he needed to go.

Forbes rolled out from behind his desk and crouched up against the shelf just as the bullets smashed through the desk. One of them nicked his leg. Even though Echelon was dead, his discipline was not, and thus, Forbes made no sound.

Fortunatly, the bullet that wounded him was among the last round of the automatic weapon. The moment McCready heard the magazine crash to the ground, he rolled over to the bookshelf and grabbed Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations".

Madam heard the bookshelf swing open and whirled around. Her knife flew through the air, towards the passage. It embedded in a first edition of a Hardy Boys adventure novel.

She cursed and ordered her lieutenants to open new fire on the bookshelf. Their bullets met more reinforced steel, only this time, they would not be able to break through.

In the dank passageway, Forbes ran to his inner sanctum, going there for the first time as McCready and not Echelon. The house's self destruct sequence was armed. He had twenty minutes.

And all he could think about was Marie...
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The New Assignment

((Please don't role play for my character! I do that.))

Without hesitation, Lao eyes the bookshelf. She runs her fingers along the tops of the books... pausing only to remove her knife.

Then a click... She orders several of the nearby henchmen to join her, and with a ferocious speed the group follows his path.

((Bear in mind the Gamemaster reserves the right to post damage to named characters, as well as edit lines of plot. Not that I would do it to be a spoiled sport of course, but in the interest of fairness, multiple, uncounterable actions should not be used. Myself included, of course.))
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[Sorry, one final detail]

Even though it was not Christmas, the Russian Dance from "The Nutcracker" seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere everywhere in the house. An elaborate system of hidden speakers blasted the music at a high decible, momentarily confusing the many Triads swarming into the opulent home.
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[Sorry, one final detail]

Even though it was not Christmas, the Russian Dance from "The Nutcracker" seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere everywhere in the house. An elaborate system of hidden speakers blasted the music at a high decible, momentarily confusing the many Triads swarming into the opulent home.
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The Next Assignment

Forbes can hear the footsteps pounding behind him. He remembers his mentor's words from his days in the IRA.

Boy, you can fuck with us. You can fuck with the Brits. You can fuck with the n----rs. And you can fuck with the Italians. But don't you EVER fuck with the Triads. They are unfuckablewith. Cross them, and they'll come back one billion strong. Hit us hard enough, and we'll eventually give up. But the Triads...the Triads never give an inch. They just keep coming.

Forbes stops and throws his pistol towards the oncoming footsteps. Before the bullets can hail, he screams:

"I was a fool. I am unarmed. I know it is not possible for you to forgive me...but let me repay you. Let me live, and the services of Echelon are yours...for as long as you like. Please."

He drops to his knees in the darkness and waits to die.

His last thought is:

That was fucking pathetic. But I hope it works. For her sake. For my boys' sake.
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DIVERSIONS

Paulie feels like he's been punched in the gut.

I brought him out here. I left him out here.

A whimper from beneath a near-by car startles him from his revery. Pistols in both hands in an instant, he rushes over to the vehicle, sees a scuffed leather shoe. He bends over and yanks on the leg for all he's worth.

It's the bodyguard he pistol-whipped earlier.

"Sweet merciful Christ!" he hollers. "You really are a worthless piece of shit." Then, he grins. "Well, maybe not entirely worthless."

He turns back and shouts towards Dino. "I think we got us the Zapruder film here."
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As Dino approaches Paulie with an indifferent expression, he looks at a surviving bodyguard hiding underneath a black Beamer. The stupid fuck is scared shitless and stinks like piss.

Dino motions to Tony to get closer as well.

"Alright, jumping fuck flash, get the sumbitch and we'll cover your ass."
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Diversions

As Tobiasi steers the vehicle towards the off-ramp closing the distance between them and their fractured, wounded crew; Roman rolls over the seat into the back. He pulls the backseat cushions down to gain trunk access. Tobiasi keeps one eye on the road and one on the rearview mirror. Roman pulls an HK94 9mm assault rifle, and then tosses a handful of 9mm clips into the front seat.
“Be ready for an army,” he grumbles to Frank.
Roman cracks the windows in the backseat and locks and loads his rifle taking a defensive crouch on the floorboards.
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Frank takes a drag of his cigarette and watches Roman's activity in the mirror. Using one hand, he pulls out a 9mm from his inside left holster, while controlling the wheel with the other hand. For two seconds, the wheel is free, as he loads and cocks back the gun in record speed. The gun is reholstered, and Frank's hand is back on the wheel. He reaches for the gun in the right inside holster. Again, two seconds, and the weapon is ready. He reholsters it carefully and moves his hand to his back, making sure his wakizashi is secured. He is prepared.

'Ready.'
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Quote:
RathBandu: Gone Rogue:
The Next Assignment

Forbes can hear the footsteps pounding behind him. He remembers his mentor's words from his days in the IRA.

Boy, you can fuck with us. You can fuck with the Brits. You can fuck with the n----rs. And you can fuck with the Italians. But don't you EVER fuck with the Triads. They are unfuckablewith. Cross them, and they'll come back one billion strong. Hit us hard enough, and we'll eventually give up. But the Triads...the Triads never give an inch. They just keep coming.

Forbes stops and throws his pistol towards the oncoming footsteps. Before the bullets can hail, he screams:

"I was a fool. I am unarmed. I know it is not possible for you to forgive me...but let me repay you. Let me live, and the services of Echelon are yours...for as long as you like. Please."

He drops to his knees in the darkness and waits to die.

His last thought is:

That was fucking pathetic. But I hope it works. For her sake. For my boys' sake.
A trio of Triads arrive, lead by the only slightly-flustered Linh. While her henchmen pant and catch their breath, she remains calm and steady.

The Mandarin phrases seem to pass between them as though subtle barbs, quips aimed at Echelon's sudden change of heart.

Linh slowly smiles a bit. Then turns to Forbes to address his surrender.

"Wisdom has prevailed after all," she sounds as though she lost a bet, and one might expect her to snap her fingers in an "almost had it" gesture, if not for her subtle presence.

"Your services as an assassin are needed again. If you swear loyalty to us and prove yourself... we will clear you of any suspciion regarding the attacks on Don Capella..."

You were not aware of a second attack, it must be a reference to her implied blackmail.

What say you, Echelon?
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DIVERSIONS

Paulie hauls the piss-covered man to his feet and slams him up against the car. He leans in close.

"Your job was to watch the don. Your job was to die before you let anything happen to him." Paulie's voice is low, calm, but oozing malice. "There ain't a goddamn thing you can say to me that makes it right that you're alive and he's dead. And the only reason your grey matter ain't decorating the side of this ride right now is because somewhere in there is what went down." The man sobs, and Paulie finally explodes.

"YOU FUCKING WANT SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT? Then don't tell me what I want to know, I swear on my mother's eyes, your family will be getting pieces of you in the mail from now until Gabriel blows his horn!"

The man swallows hard, then opens his mouth to speak.

(I shall now leave it to our esteemed GM to provide the details of our man's story)
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The Next Assignment

Blood streaming from his eye and dripping on the floor from his ankle, Forbes stands up.

"Madam, while I thank you for choosing the wise decision, I cannot swear alliegance to you. I offer my services as an assassin to you freely, and offer them without a charge, but to come under your permant employ, this is something that I cannot-indeed, I must not do.
For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel, the world over,and he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him,and stakes his life, to be lost at any moment.*"

*Walt Whitman.
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Quote:
Big Poxy:
DIVERSIONS

Paulie hauls the piss-covered man to his feet and slams him up against the car. He leans in close.

"Your job was to watch the don. Your job was to die before you let anything happen to him." Paulie's voice is low, calm, but oozing malice. "There ain't a goddamn thing you can say to me that makes it right that you're alive and he's dead. And the only reason your grey matter ain't decorating the side of this ride right now is because somewhere in there is what went down." The man sobs, and Paulie finally explodes.

"YOU FUCKING WANT SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT? Then don't tell me what I want to know, I swear on my mother's eyes, your family will be getting pieces of you in the mail from now until Gabriel blows his horn!"

The man swallows hard, then opens his mouth to speak.

(I shall now leave it to our esteemed GM to provide the details of our man's story)
The troubled man tries to summon the remainder of his manhood (metaphorically, SHEESH!), and stands on his own feet.

"Joey grabs me by the sleeve, starts dragging me outside... didn't know what the fuck was goin' on. I see like every guy in the house sprintin' for the door..."

He catches his breath, very nervous once more.

"We get outside, and it's rainin' bullets. Don't see shots, just guys... falling like bowling pins."

"Three of us, standing around the Don's bed. I see Joey go down, I go down. I thought he was goin' for cover..."

The man seems to pretend remorse for his comrade. It is evident that he was really in tears because his own life was at stake.

"I called Mr. Carvaggio as soon as I came to my senses."

He taps pocket, where his cellphone rests next to the empty holster for his pager.

"I swear, Paulie," afraid of the Jester's reputation, "I was trying to get backup. Figured you guys for dead inside..."

After years of interrogating people, you get the feeling this yellow bastard ismore than nervous.

He is fucking lying to you.
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Quote:
RathBandu: Gone Rogue:
The Next Assignment

Blood streaming from his eye and dripping on the floor from his ankle, Forbes stands up.

"Madam, while I thank you for choosing the wise decision, I cannot swear alliegance to you. I offer my services as an assassin to you freely, and offer them without a charge, but to come under your permant employ, this is something that I cannot-indeed, I must not do.
For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel, the world over,and he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him,and stakes his life, to be lost at any moment.*"

*Walt Whitman.
"I understand. You want to be free of restrictive alliances...," she speaks coyly.

"I assure you that you will only be needed for one more operation. After that, you are free of our contract... and our graces..."
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Coldstone

Figuring everything is going pretty smoothly Othello leaves his men on the roof with orders to yell if they spot trouble and not to shoot without permission. He slings his rifle and slides down the ladder to ground level.

The office door rattles in its casing as he knocks. “It’s Othello.”

A voice comes from inside. “Clear.”

He opens the door and asks the two men to step outside. They comply after exchanging puzzled looks.

He spins a chair around and straddles it. “Mr. Tivoli, I am certain that you realize there is a chance that you won’t survive the next twenty-four hours. Understand. I am doing everything in my power to see that you do, but I am not God. I find myself wondering, as it is my ass on the line for you, what it is that you know that makes you so important. Care to share?”
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Diversions

The black BMW carrying Roman Carvaggio and Frank Tobiasi screeched to a halt at the front gate. The 9' foot iron wrought gate swings open wide with a creek. The car pulls in slowly.
From the backseat Roman eyes everybody through the sight of his rifle willing to perforate the metal skin of his car if need be. Dead bodies are strewn about the driveway and his newly acquired inner-circle are the only ones on their feet. Paulie has Ernesto by the nape of the neck. The car stops a few feet from them.
Roman exits and does a check of the adjacent rooftops and any nooks and crannies where a sniper could be laying in wait. Given the clear he moves to Paulie.
Roman can smell urine on Ernesto. Without taking his eyes from Ernesto's he asks,
"What's he know, Paul?"
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'diversions'

Frank sits in the car, keeping the engine running, looking around the place, around the building's exterior. Scanning. He looks over at Roman, then at Paulie and the piss-soaked dead man he's holding.
post #29 of 131
The Next Assignment

"What did you have in mind?"
post #30 of 131
DIVERSIONS

"What's he know?" Paulie answers, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him. "Well, he doesn't know that I am the wrong fucking man to be lying to." The word "wrong" is punctuated by a hard punch to the man's stomach. He crumples instantly to the ground, and Paulie is right on top of him, his knee on the man's chest. His pistols are drawn, one to the temple, one right in the crotch.

"Don't matter to me which head gets blown off first, Pinnochio, but you don't cut the lying shit right now and these two pieces of lead are going hiking." He turns to Roman. "You might want to talk some sense into your boy here. Him and the truth aren't exactly on speaking terms right now."
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(well, someone has to get the shit started)

Coldstone

"Why the fuck am I doing this? I'm not even employed by the Capellas. I'm free-lance, a goddamn mercenary....Aaaaw stop kidding yourself, you know you're only doing this for yourself sucker. You want the head of the man who almost got you arrested. What's done is done, roll with it." Virgil said to himself.

The group of limos was nearing the warehouse. Virgil ordered them to a stop before they could reach the point where they would still be out of sight. He gathered all the men around.

"Alright, we can't go any further with the limos or else we'll be spotted faster than you can say "die, fucker". From here on, we gotta lay low. Here's the plan: Me, Vinnie and Lou are each gonna lead a pack of 8-9 men. I don't know about the access points, I think we can count on the front door, probably the roof and maybe a rear entrance if we're lucky. But we have to get past the gards. We'll split up, each group tries an access point. I take the roof, Vinnie, you go up front, Lou, you check out the back. And now, for the special treat."

Virgil opened the trunk of his limo and pulled out three sniper rifles.

"High-precision gun, pals. Useful for taking guards from a distance. The goal is to come as close to the guards as possible without getting spotted, then when they're in sight, use this. I've equipped each one with a silencer so don't worry about the noise. If you're lucky enough to get within 5 feet, either use a gun, a knife or snap their necks, whatever the hell pleases you. If you don't think you can use the rifle, well you'd be unlucky if not a single man in your group was a sharp shooter. First group to reach and secure an entrance warns the other over the talkie, then I suggest tossing in a couple explosives, disorient them and let them know what's coming to them. So, ladies, everybody cool with the plan?"
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Diversions

Roman crouches down to peer into Ernesto's face.

"I realize that at the moment you may not value your own life, Ernesto. But God has instilled in me a dire need to know whether you value the life of your family. This man, here," motioning to Paulie, "This man won't stop with you. He will inflict intense suffering on those you love." Roman stands up. "You have one chance. You can die like a whimpering coward knowing you have also condemned your family. Or you can die with honor, as a man...having protected them even in your treachery. It's your choice."

Roman looks to Paulie, at the ferociousness in his eyes, and wonders if what he offered Ernesto was more truth than fiction.
post #33 of 131
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Diversions
(Katanga, Fett, Poxy, Verbal, Voltes)

Ernesto tries to suck it up. Knowing that his life is about to end if he's not careful with his words, he calms his stammering.

"I... I was supposed to keep tabs on youse guys...," he fights back more tears, "make sure we stayed here while... while the fellas move on Tivoli..."

ALl of this ridiculous diversion starts to make sense. Roman and Paulie sense it simultaneously. Tivoli... the rat was the leak behind all the moves against Capella's men. Probably bought Ernesto just to help place his sniper.

"It's an ambush...," Ernesto blurts out. "Probably did youse guys a favor by keeping you here while it goes down."

Despite the urgency of the situation, the five of you, the "Inner Circle" that remains of the Capella family... all you see in the man in front of you is a sponge that has been wrung out. This man was a significant part of all your misery, the death of the Don.

With precious little time left, Ernesto had proven to be of no more information.

His pleading and begging seems to fall on deaf ears. He collapses at Roman's feet.

"You gotta forgive me," he whimpers, "They made me do it... threatened my kid..."
post #34 of 131
Diversions

"We gonna do this rat fuck, or what?"
post #35 of 131
Diversions

"Your family will be compensated for their loss." Roman steps away from the blubbering imp. Roman meets Paulie's glare.

"End him."
post #36 of 131
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Coldstone
(capteucalyptus, Dan Whitehead)

((The GM--General Logan--will be playing Jimmy Palooka until the end of the week, at the resuest of his player, who is tied up with work, etc.))

Sitting in front of you, figeting nervously is the infamous Danny "Three Rings" Tivoli. He is named so because of the gaudy gold rings that line the index, middle and ring fingers of both of his hands. He taps them together, anxious for what is coming.

He takes his eyes of Jimmy Palooka, the arms dealer loaded down with his own latest merchandise, and slowly glances up to Othello Redman.

"So, you like in charge here, pal?"

The silence is his answer.

"Right... ya see, those neckless mooks want to ice me. I don't blame 'em. Kinda rubbed 'em the wrong way, ya see?"

He swallows hard, then continues. He is now opening up, though still shaken by every creaky floorboard and sneeze or cough in the building.

"That's why Avery has you guys watching me. Yeah, I recognize your boss (meaning Weasel)... and he works for that prick Steadman. I guess keepin' me alive is his ace up the sleeve. He won't get invovled on his own... the chicken shit... he wants your homies (sic) here to start a war with the Capellas."

"Avery is supposed to keep me safe. I am supposed to talk to the man himself. You got any idea on when he's gettin' here?"
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Quote:
Virgil 'Blunt' Abrizza:
(well, someone has to get the shit started)

Coldstone

"Why the fuck am I doing this? I'm not even employed by the Capellas. I'm free-lance, a goddamn mercenary....Aaaaw stop kidding yourself, you know you're only doing this for yourself sucker. You want the head of the man who almost got you arrested. What's done is done, roll with it." Virgil said to himself.

The group of limos was nearing the warehouse. Virgil ordered them to a stop before they could reach the point where they would still be out of sight. He gathered all the men around.

"Alright, we can't go any further with the limos or else we'll be spotted faster than you can say "die, fucker". From here on, we gotta lay low. Here's the plan: Me, Vinnie and Lou are each gonna lead a pack of 8-9 men. I don't know about the access points, I think we can count on the front door, probably the roof and maybe a rear entrance if we're lucky. But we have to get past the gards. We'll split up, each group tries an access point. I take the roof, Vinnie, you go up front, Lou, you check out the back. And now, for the special treat."

Virgil opened the trunk of his limo and pulled out three sniper rifles.

"High-precision gun, pals. Useful for taking guards from a distance. The goal is to come as close to the guards as possible without getting spotted, then when they're in sight, use this. I've equipped each one with a silencer so don't worry about the noise. If you're lucky enough to get within 5 feet, either use a gun, a knife or snap their necks, whatever the hell pleases you. If you don't think you can use the rifle, well you'd be unlucky if not a single man in your group was a sharp shooter. First group to reach and secure an entrance warns the other over the talkie, then I suggest tossing in a couple explosives, disorient them and let them know what's coming to them. So, ladies, everybody cool with the plan?"
The gathered mobsters adjust their ties and load their guns--these suited gorillas look to you for an assignement.

As for Vinnie and Lou...
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DIVERSIONS

"Finally."

Paulie pulls both triggers simultaneously and watches Ernesto slump lifeless beneath him. Then he stands and looks to Roman.

"You're the brains now. What's next?"
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Coldstone
(capteucalyptus, Dan Whitehead)

Othello looks at the man with icy contempt. “You are a fool if you think the man is coming here. We’ll get you to him soon enough. If you’ve got nothing more to say then I’m going to move you to a safer location in the building. I want you with me the whole time from now on.”

Tivoli stood nervously and as he did the big man stood as well and stepped into him. “And if I ever hear you use the word ‘homie’ again I’ll break your nose. Coming from your mouth it sounds too much like ‘nigger’.” “Rings” swallowed loudly.

Othello spun around and opened the office door. The rat followed at a respectful distance. The Moor collared one of the hired hands. “I want you two to guard this room.”

“You want us to guard an empty room?” The glare answered the question for him. “Yessir.”

“C’mon Tivoli. Palooka, you stay with me too.” Othello headed for the ladder. Stopping at catwalk level he took out the cell. “JT. I want you to be extra careful. If you see mooks I want lots of noise but don’t put yourselves in too much danger. You are to be a warning and a distraction. Anyone falls and the club gets their cut. Bolt when you get the signal, you’ll know what I mean when it comes. Cool?”

“Cool, G.”

“Any sign of the cars?”
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Coldstone

(To Othello):
"Naw man... those calzone eatin' mother-fuckas ain't showed up yet... can't even smell that nasty-ass cologne they be wearin'"
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RathBandu: Gone Rogue:
The Next Assignment

"What did you have in mind?"
"We will need your assassin skills one more time."

She motions you to join them as they retuen to the outside.
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(ATTN: GAC, Blunt, Waco)

Diversions
((POSTED by Logan for ROMAN/KATANGA who is without a computer for the rest of the day at his request))

Roman steps under cover of the entry way still wary of assassin's bullets. He dials the number of his liason between himself and the contractors assigned to kill Tivoli.

"Hold their positions...we will draw them out."

((This applies to the trio of Capella's guys and assigned mooks nearing the warehouse.))

With that Roman dials the number of a dirty cop that owes him a favor.

((End Post))
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Diversions

"OK we're meeting a guy close to where Tivoli is being held. Let's go." He says to the four. "Tonight we're gonna settle our debts with that little fuck, Tivoli."
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McCready follows, shutting off the self-destruct sequence as they exit the passageway.

He calls to Madam. "By the way...I'm going to need a doctor."
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As you arrive outside, one of Lao's men, another of her hired assassins, unrolls a medical kit on the hood of one of the cars.

He immediately goes about treating your wounds. (Leg was knicked, what else? Did you actually cut cut in the eye? You could end up with a cool dragon eyepatch... that could be badass...)
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* General Logan:
As you arrive outside, one of Lao's men, another of her hired assassins, unrolls a medical kit on the hood of one of the cars.

He immediately goes about treating your wounds. (Leg was knicked, what else? Did you actually cut cut in the eye? You could end up with a cool dragon eyepatch... that could be badass...)
The blade from Lao's knife having pierced his right eye, blinding him, McCready requests a simple black eyepatch.

As the man treats his wounds, McCready looks to the woman called Madam.

"Now the time has come to speak of many things," he says. "Of cabbages and kings, if you will. Which king do you wish for me to transform into a cabbage?"
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*to Ehcelon*

"For now, I need you to stay by my side. Soon enough, you will have your king. And the cabbage you seek in exchange."

She motions for you to join her in the caravan of three maroon and gold luxury cars. Destination: Unknown as yet.
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'diversions'

'Tivoli... quella scopata è guasto.'
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Diversions
(ATTN: Paulie/Pox)

One of Paulie's connections, Joey (his cousin) just chirped in via cell to let the gangster in on a bit of info.

"So we get to the pier, and there's Alto. Flat as a pancake, and the leftover's of some some jackass dockworker. Lying under this fucking huge... pile of shit. Sawdust... all kinds a shit."

"The cops came down... fucking vultures. Roped off the area and started backing the guys away. Lucky me, I know this pig Murray that was rolling out the yellow tape. Let me in for a fifty."

"Mostly leftovers. Guns and ammo. Somethin big was going down here... something that wasn't supposed to be our business."

"You guys were right to put a guy out here, ...but these assholes reeled him in. Whacked one of our boys out here, thinking no one would find out."

"My gut tells me this is our Big Street competition, get me Paulie?"

"Tell me you'll fuck these bastards up. Now I gotta break the news to grandma about Alto. She was his favorite. Though I know you couldn't stand him. Heh. Doesn't matter though, huh? These bastards don't know who they fucked with..."
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The Night Brigden Came Home:
'diversions'

'Tivoli... quella scopata è guasto.'
Frank:

As you mull over your contempt for the turncoat, it hits you. Back when Tivoli was a made man, working for Capella, he was a confidant to Anthony Zeta. Zeta. The piece of shit that started all the troubel for the Don.

With Zeta being discovered as a back-stabbing bastard and subsequently getting whacked, Tivoli had to run somewhere.

Steadman? Didn't seem like the guy's plan to move on Capella like that. Some new player? Coldstone is too full now for that.

"Who the hell is behind all this?"

So far nothing makes much sense.
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