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post #51 of 131
10/28/02 at 8:24pm
Virgil and his men motioned swiftly, yet carefully toward the warehouse's near perimeter, using crates as cover, until Virgil motioned them to a halt. Three guards were standing in front of them, but there were still unnoticed. One was on the roof, two on the ground. Virgil took his sniper rifle, carefully aimed using the lens and blew the brains of the one on the roof. The body fell to the ground, hitting hit with a muffled sound that was enough to two make the head of the other two turn, providing the team ample occasion to rush them and slice their throats open. Nothing was standing between them and the roof now.

They quicly climbed the stairs and found a hatch, leading into the inner structure. Virgil raised the other teams on the talkie.

"Listen up, guys. Me and m'boys are almost in. I'm gonna make a big diversion that should provide you more than enough time to reach your respective entrance points if ya ain't there already. I got word from Signore Carvaggio that we gotta hold'em off. So don't take too much risk, but be sure to gun down as much of'em as you can. Get ready. Virgil off"

One of the men opened a hatch. Virgil grabbed a grenade launcher and loaded it quickly. He aimed through the hatch at one of the lower levels.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"

He pressed the trigger. The explosion was loud, deafening, and engulfed a large portion of the warehouse into flames, grilling every men in its immediate surroundings. Virgil and his team cocked their weapons and jumped through the hatch, ready to unleash hell.
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post #52 of 131
10/28/02 at 9:23pm
Diversions

"Alright, Dino and I are coming with you."

Tony had been just another wiseguy up until now but for the first time in the past few days he's feeling like a piece of the puzzle.

Man oh man oh man oh man....why did this have to happen? And what are we gonna do now? Revenge is what.

"Alright, we're gonna follow you to the warehouse....We'll be right there with you. We're gonna do anything to get this Tivoli motherfucker...."

Tony sniffed the air, the scent of death and corruption riding softly on the wind. Today, it would all happen, he thought. He'd avenge the Don and at the same time make a name for himself in the family.

"Let's go, Dino...."
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post #53 of 131
10/29/02 at 1:57am
DIVERSIONS

"This train ain't leavin' without me," Paulie says, rushing to follow them. He brandishes his cell phone. "Just got word that this is a family affair now -- blood family. No way I ain't drawin' steel on this one."
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post #54 of 131
10/29/02 at 10:34am
Diversions

The inner circle of the Capella crime family is in forward motion. Save for Dino who is lingering. Roman sizes up the big man and calls to him from the back seat,

“Dino, we need you. Andiamo, paisan.” As Roman waits to hear from Dino…his cell buzzes in his pocket. Waiting to hear what catastrophe lies ahead he answers curtly.

“What?” The man on the other end is the cop with a sizable Capella debt, Gino Lucchese.
Roman’s jaw drops open. He gets out of the car and slams the phone on to the driveway.

“They rushed the warehouse. I said ‘hold your position’…figlio di putana!” To Frank Tobiasi “You deal with them after we get Tivoli.”

Tony starts the car and they are off. Roman tells him where to go and they find themselves at a loading dock in an industrial park. A disheveled man (aren’t all dirty cops a mess?) is sitting there.

“Hey, Rome…your guys fucked up…my men are in position but I can’t assure that some of your guys won’t get dinged up. They’re blowing up the joint.”

“Life is hard. You got what I asked for, Lucchese?” Lucchese gestures at the open trunk of his Dodge Aries K. Roman goes over and throws a brown grocery sack to each of the guys and then takes one for himself. He begins removing his clothes in a hurry, donning what appears to the assembled as a police uniform. The inner circle see the exact same in their respective bags down to the badges.

Lucchese smirks at the men. “Wipe that smile off your face. You are a long way from clear. Look at these faces, Gino. If any of these guys have cop bullets put in ‘em by one of your people. You will be in the morgue by midnight. And your wife will be in receipt of your tremendous gambling debt. Remember that.” Roman puts his “badge” in place and adjusts the uniform cap to cast enough of a shadow over his face.

He gestures to Paul. “There are some toys in the trunk for you.” Tossing him the keys he pulls Frank out of earshot of the others. “You and Paul at my back. Tony and Dino are thug control. I want this neat. I want Tivoli alive for now.” Taking a final overview of the men preparing for war he looks to Frank.

“Have you anything to add, Consigliere ?”
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post #55 of 131
10/29/02 at 11:30am
Thread Starter 
Coldstone

(ATTN: ALL at the WAREHOUSE AREA)

In the distance, one can hear a distinctive sound... that of heliopters. No less than three, drawing near.
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post #56 of 131
10/29/02 at 11:39am
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Virgil 'Blunt' Abrizza:
Virgil and his men motioned swiftly, yet carefully toward the warehouse's near perimeter, using crates as cover, until Virgil motioned them to a halt. Three guards were standing in front of them, but there were still unnoticed. One was on the roof, two on the ground. Virgil took his sniper rifle, carefully aimed using the lens and blew the brains of the one on the roof. The body fell to the ground, hitting hit with a muffled sound that was enough to two make the head of the other two turn, providing the team ample occasion to rush them and slice their throats open. Nothing was standing between them and the roof now.

They quicly climbed the stairs and found a hatch, leading into the inner structure. Virgil raised the other teams on the talkie.

"Listen up, guys. Me and m'boys are almost in. I'm gonna make a big diversion that should provide you more than enough time to reach your respective entrance points if ya ain't there already. I got word from Signore Carvaggio that we gotta hold'em off. So don't take too much risk, but be sure to gun down as much of'em as you can. Get ready. Virgil off"

One of the men opened a hatch. Virgil grabbed a grenade launcher and loaded it quickly. He aimed through the hatch at one of the lower levels.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"

He pressed the trigger. The explosion was loud, deafening, and engulfed a large portion of the warehouse into flames, grilling every men in its immediate surroundings. Virgil and his team cocked their weapons and jumped through the hatch, ready to unleash hell.
((GAMEMASTER COMMENT: The roof was clear according to Othello at the time of your arrival. Blunt, I appreciate your efforts to get things moving, but in such well guarded quarters, it is very difficult to sneak up on trained people that are watching for you, bypass/kill them and launch explosives into the building. I will allow what has happened, but remember, Tivoli must come out alive. Your men will be tied up with the Black Disciples, not just cutting through them like butter.))
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post #57 of 131
10/29/02 at 11:45am
Othello hit the roof at abut the time one of his birds took a round in the brain. “Down, down, get the fuck down!!” He hit the floor, as did the two remaining men on the roof. Tivoli and Palooka scrambled through the hatch just as the explosion shook the building.

“You two go full auto and lay down suppressive fire.” Othello unlimbered two of the frags and tossed them off the roof in the direction the shot had come from. When those went off he and his men popped up. They went to town causing the mobsters still out in the open to start dodging. Othello leaned his rifle over the roof’s edge leaving as little of his body exposed as possible and started picking off the runners he could.

Downstairs the fire started by the grenades at the front of the building started cooking off ammo. That was causing havoc among mobsters trying to enter that way. The two guys Virgil’s men had iced outside had been in the catwalks but decided to take a smoke break at the wrong time. The two guards downstairs by the loading dock were the only ones still alive. They had overlapping fields of fire on the front door and started taking pot shots at interlopers with the SPAS 15 shotguns.

From across the street behind the Italians cane the distinctive sound of sub-machinegun fire. The Disciples were unloading the 10mm MP5 rounds from behind dumpsters and other convenient hiding places.

In short Hell’s Kitchen was heating up.

(I rolled with that punch pretty well I thought. )
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post #58 of 131
10/29/02 at 11:58am
DIVERSIONS

Paulie looks into his bag in abject disgust.

"Aw, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me! I came down here for payback, not for some half-assed costume party where I gotta dress up as Johnny Beatwalker!"

A silent stare from Roman is enough to make Paulie reconsider.

"Okay, okay," he says, reluctantly putting on the uniform. "But I want it on the record I'm doin' this under protest." He shrugs the uniform on and pins the badge to his chest. He looks down at it and grimaces.

"Smith? I'm Officer Fucking Smith? Aw Jesus, let's hurry up and do this so I can go home and take a shower."
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post #59 of 131
10/29/02 at 4:09pm
Lou watched Virgil lead his men to the roof through the scope of his sniper rifle. Behind him, laying low, where his own group of soldiers.

Lowering the scope, he surveyed the back of the house. This was not going to be easy, even with a good diversion.

Virgil's low voice rattled in his ear. The roof was clear, and it was showtime.

He wasn't sure which he heard first - the explosion or the fleet of choppers. This was getting ugly. He wasn't thinking straight.

He was a gambler, for christ's sake, not a killer.

"Hey, Lou, what's the hold up?"

The whisper from behind got his attention. He had been watching a guard in a second story window, but he must have ran off after the explosion. Damnit.

He lifted the mike to his lips. "On our way to the backdoor!"

"Alright boys, let's go. No one kills Tivoli, understood? GO!"

Lou stood up, drew the shotgun, and started running towards the warehouse, goons in tow.
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post #60 of 131
10/29/02 at 4:13pm
'diversions'

'Just let me have an hour inside a room with no windows with Tivoli when this is all over. That's all I ask for. Aside from that, I have you covered. Your life is more important than mine.'

Frank slowly checks his wakizashi as he hears the distant hum of helicopter rotors.

'We'd better be fast.'
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post #61 of 131
10/29/02 at 4:35pm
Around the back of the warehouse (the loading zone) sit 3 low-rider sports cars blocking the loading dock. Nothing can be seen through the tinted windows and the engines rumble threateningly. As Lou's team rounds the corner three thugs pop up and unload their HK's.

(edited for spelling.)
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post #62 of 131
10/29/02 at 5:15pm
The Next Assignment

After packing a few "things", Echelon joins Madam in one of the luxury vehicles. As the car drives away from his home, the driver presses play on the elaborate stereo system.

Madamoiselle, it is with greatest pride and deepest pleasure that we welcome you tonight... says Jerry Orbach.

A grin breaks out on Echelon's face. "No shit," he says to the driver, "You like Disney, too?"
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post #63 of 131
10/29/02 at 5:40pm
Fuckin-A. Is this asshole for real? Dino wonders about the whining sissy-boy Paulie. Next thing he'll complain about is the fact that he's against tipping waitresses.

But this is not the time for petty shit. The Don is dead and, now, he is nothing but just a simple goon who's wearing a tight-fitting pig's uniform.

Perhaps Paulie is right. This is all a joke. But the punchline is at the end of a blood-soaked rainbow.
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post #64 of 131
11/3/02 at 9:44pm
Coldstone

Virgil saw the big black man ready to throw some grenades one second too late.

"BACK OFF! ON THE ROOF!"

Then he dove towards the catwalk. Two of his men weren't as quick and were blown to bits when the grenades exploded near them. The others managed to retreat on the roof, safe from harm, but he was now cut off from them, and the suppressive fire layed by the opposing forces provided no mean for the team to reunite. Theirs was a war of attrition, he was stranded in the midst of the battle, al by himself, since neither Lou nor Vinnie had yet made their way into the building.

He managed to take cover behind a crate moment before he was noticed and bullets started flying his way. Gunfire ricocheted all around him, he had to act quickly before one of the fuckers managed to get a round through his brain. And this sound of choppers he coudl hear certainly was no good news either. He had no idea where Tivoli was being held. The big dude, he had been screaming orders, he was probably the leading men around here. Thus, he was the one who would have the info.

"Okay, big boy. Now is the time to prove your worth. Shit, they'd better pay you good money when all is said and done. I ain't gonna do all this shit for free"

With a heavy grin on his face, Virgil straddled the rifle on his shoulder, unholstered his two 45, and went into battle.
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post #65 of 131
11/4/02 at 10:27am
Diversions

As the car nears it's destination, inside an adjacent warehouse, the rumble of man-made thunder is echoing through the industrial park.

Roman exits the vehicle and shoulders his assault rifle the way they taught him in the army. His two Glocks are secured, one at his hip the other at the small of his back. He jumps down from the loading dock and scans the alley leading to the warehouse. He sees the large black vans parked in the shadows. As the other members of the Capella family drop down and survey the area...the black and whites arrive with sirens blarring louder than the staccato gunfire.

"This is it..." Roman hangs close to the wall as he moves down the alley at a brisk pace...the black vans spill forth cops in kevlar with M-16's...Roman easily joins their ranks as they seal every exit you can drive a car through. He takes a visual survey of the warehouse.

Roman rushes to the outer wall of the building with a group of cops. The officer in the lead peels the heavy metal door back with a yank as the officer behind him fires 5 successive rounds into the darkness...the rest including Roman...rush in.
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post #66 of 131
11/4/02 at 11:20am
As the police opened the front loading dock door the flames from the earlier explosion licked out into the open air greedily. It wasn't quite an inferno yet but thanks to the building's owner the sprinklers had been off for a year and the fire alarms were non functioning so it was a matter of time.

The original guards just inside the front door were roasting corpses now, their guns' ammunition cooking off in the fire. The cops take cover from this random threat. One takes a shotgun blast in the chest from guards towards the back of the warehouse. This could be a protracted firefight. Both sides have good cover from the flames and a variety of large crates not yet burning.

(Edited due to a misunderstanding.)
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post #67 of 131
11/4/02 at 11:53am
Diversions

A team of sharpshooters have seized the ledge of an adjacent warehouse. From their perch they read off the licence plates of the low-riders rumbling at the rear. Tactical command sends back their orders.

"Yeah those vehicles are connected to the Black Disciples. We will try to apprehend. If they open fire...take 'em out."

THOOM THOOM THOOM...a volley of tear gas cannisters pummel the low riders. The acrid pink smoke engulfs the vehicles.
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post #68 of 131
11/4/02 at 11:58am
'diversions'

Frank stands behind Roman, the flames just three feet away.

'Picturesque, isn't it?'
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post #69 of 131
11/4/02 at 12:06pm
Diversions

Roman looks back at Frank.
"All the Beautiful women are in hell." The officer who opened the door is heard yelling into his walkie-talkie..."Yeah we got mucho flames and smoke. Send in the hoses."

With that Roman tucks his head low and rushes inside. The flames are eating away at the insulation creating a havoc wreaking, black, toxic cloud. Two goons are are writing on the floor choking from smoke inhalation. Roman empties the contents of their heads with two rounds. The lead cop then throws masks at Roman and Frank. Peering back Roman can see a riot vehicle with a water cannon barrelling over the curb towards the flaming entryway.
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post #70 of 131
11/4/02 at 12:09pm
The distinctive sound of tear-gas launchers dischrging draws Othello's attention. He spots the sharpshooters on the adjacent warehouse and looks at Palooka. "Hand me that egg would you chum." Palooka passes him the fragmentation grenade. Othello pulls the pin, counts, and lobs it at the ledge. It explodes turning the three cops into pink sludge. "Shotput team. Yale. Class of '96."

Meanwhile the Disciples in the lowriders break out of their cars running for cover, coughing and blinded.
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post #71 of 131
11/4/02 at 12:13pm
"What's next the fuckin' Army? We don't have the hardware to handle this. Palooka, any tricks up the nasty sleeve of yours?"
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post #72 of 131
11/4/02 at 12:32pm
Diversions

The Disciples are met by 12 cops in riot gear. The cops rush into the smoke and all that can be seen are swinging batons.

As the explosion rocked the sniper's perch...one of the surveillance choppers swoops by the area.

"Looks like they got hit by a frag." Tactical responds..."Let's put shooters on the birds."

Roman hits the ground and crawls to the wall as the water cannon bathes the room...the fire is too high into the rafters for the water to reach but it isn't going to burn any lower now. As smokes billows out of the room...visibility is increased...Roman bellycrawls to the next door.
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post #73 of 131
11/4/02 at 12:43pm
"Looks like it might be time to punt." Othello crawls to the door leading down below and opens it a crack. He takes in the fire and the cops. He pulls his .45 and nails both of the guards in the backs of their heads. Their bodies fall from the roof. He drags Tivoli to the catwalk just inside the door and hammers the butt of his gun into the base of "Rings" skull with just enough force to knock him out. The smoke obscures them and they stay low to keep from breathing it. He begins to shout to try and get the attention of the cops downstairs.
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post #74 of 131
11/4/02 at 1:52pm
Thread Starter 
ATTN: All PLAYERS

(As I struggle to stay on top of things)

On one side of the warehouse's rear, Lou's team has collided with some Black Disciples, trading off wounded shooters in a gun battle. On the other side of the rear, near the loading door, riot cops have begun beating down more of the gangsters, fleeing the tear gas nearby.

Inside the warehouse, firehoses spray the first floor, putting ourt flames from an earlier explosion. Near the roof (?) Othello and Palooka have Tivoli in hand. Inside the top floor, Virgil is separated from his men, with weapons drawn. This puts him on the same upper catwalk as Othello and crew.

Roman and Frank prowl the first floor, with gas masks in place, as well as their police uniforms.

Vinnie, Dino, Tony and Paulie are assumed to be in the fray as well. (Haven't seen any recent posts from them, may have accidentally missed something.)

***

Three black helicopters arrive on the scene. Large chain guns erupt across the roof, clearing any unidentified (mafia-related) bystanders.

One of the heavy choppers lays waste to the lingering police helicopter, sending it sprwaling into a shower of fire and sparks in the abandond building next door. Two of the new choppers maneuver to the rooftop and begin to set down.

The third circles back behind the building, laying down warning fire to the unsuspecting riot cops. The sound is close to deafening to those on the ground oustide.

Across Roman's police radio, he takes in startling news. Two of his checkpoints are not reporting in. This could likely open up an escape route via roads.

Unfortunately, it is something not leaving, but something coming in. Carefully and precisely, a handful of triad gunmen come in, taking the back of one of the maifa groups by surprise.

Any of Capella's men that aren't actively posting, you have been drawn upon by these newcomers (I figure this to be Vinnie, Tony Dino and Paulie, check with me if you disagree about your placement before posting.)

From the chaos, Linh Lao steps out of her car, waiting for Echelon to do the same.

"Take up position nearby, keep a sharp eye out for anything aiming for those helicopters," Linh instructs to her assassin. Echelon is pointed to scaffolding on a nearby building, diagonal from the warehouse battle.

Virgil's hidden location on the top catwalk gives him a good (other than smoke) view of Othello, Palooka and Tivloi.

Roman and Frank, you are on the ground floor, amidst the smoke and spraying water. You are near the metal staircase.

Lou, you and your men are getting the upper hand on your enemies, but you only have two guys left standing with you.

Othello, you are buzzed on your pager. Your support has arrived. The sound of the blades can be heard overhead, though the noise insisde is quote loud. Palooka smiles and hands you a detonator. You are fairly sure what it is wired to.

(Anyone confused, concerned, or feeling contradicted, please e-mail me quickly.)
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post #75 of 131
11/4/02 at 2:01pm
Othello appraises Virgil over the barrel of his hand cannon. The detonator is in his other hand finger poised on the button.

"I am a man of honor. I'll let you get out before I punch this button and level the playing field, so to speak. Or we can just shoot each other and we'll all die. Your choice."
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post #76 of 131
11/4/02 at 2:34pm
Virgil shoots the last assaillant and prepares to call for his men to join him, when suddenly, the sound of a hammer being cocked makes him turn. In an instant, he faces both the barrel of a shotgun and the men he's been looking for. Tivoli, surrounded by the big black man, who's holding a detonator in the other hand and another guy, Italian, Virgil can tell. The black speaks to him.

""I am a man of honor. I'll let you get out before I punch this button and level the playing field, so to speak. Or we can just shoot each other and we'll all die. Your choice"

"Well, I ain't exactly a man of honor like you, but I've been assigned to a mission, and I intend to fulfill it. I've went too far to just give up."

Virgil knows he have to act swiftly. No one can see them with all the surrounding smoke, which means no one will come to his rescue. Before the two guys can react, Virgil raises his gun, and caps Tivoli in both knees. The mobster collapses to the ground. Virgil then turns his gun towards his two foes.

"Now, the two of you you ain't gonna be able to blow this thing up and then be quick enough to escape while carrying a dead weight, Blackie. Your friend don't look much like the sporty kind. So what say you just hand him over to me? And then I will let you go and you can run the damn thing to the ground for all I care. Ball's in you court."
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post #77 of 131
11/4/02 at 3:22pm
"Blackie? What fucking century are you from? Never mind. Look, as long as this guy's breathing when he gets where those choppers are gonna take him I don't care what shape he's in. But if I let you take him I'm a dead man and if I turn to take him or blow us up I'm a dead man. There is a third option though."

Othello leaps into Virgil with a powerful flying tackle, hoping to catch him off guard.
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post #78 of 131
11/4/02 at 3:54pm
When the man leaps at him, Virgil presses the trigger but his aim his far off and the bullet misses the target. Othello lands on him heavily, pinning him to the ground, causing his gun to go flying off and getting to land the first blow. Virgil dodges the next punch, the fist of his opponent hitting the steel of the catwalk. Virgil seizes the occasion and smacks him across the chin. They continue to exchange blows, Othello being careful to not press the button of his detonator.Virgil finally manages to squirm free by landing a clean punch that send Othello backwards. The two men faces, fists raised, waiting to see who's gonna make the first move.

"Come on man, I ain't got nothin' against you. If we go on like this, we're both gonna die. Join our ranks, the family will be able to protect you. We are going after your employers next. You think they care about you? Fuck no,you're just disposable trash to whichever you work for, they'd replace you like you never existed. It's no use dying here when you can be useful elsewhere. We don't have to be ennemies. Let's end this now."
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post #79 of 131
11/4/02 at 4:14pm
Othello spits blood into the flames below.

"You know very well that to the Family I'd just be a 'Melanzana'. As disposable as you imagine I'd be to my current employer. I can extend the same offer to you. A soldier like you could make far better money working with me than for the Family. You said you are no man of Honor, leave the family and join me. These choppers will take us all out of here. I'll personally give you half of my cut. I give you my word."

He sticks out his hand.
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post #80 of 131
11/4/02 at 4:33pm
Thread Starter 
Palooka springs into action, pausing to the unsuspecting damage done by Virgil's stray bullet, which lodged itself in his shoulder.

Despite the pain, Palooka pushes upward, tugging on the unconscious, bleeding body of Three Rings Tivoli. He pushes through singed air and blackened metal to the roof hatch, and while the two proceed with their banter, makes his way topside.
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post #81 of 131
11/4/02 at 5:13pm
Out the corner of his eye, Virgil catches Palooka fleeing with Tivoli. He makes his decision in an instant. He grabs Redman's outstretched hand and squeezes it hard, tightening an iron grip around the man's wrist.

"You're right, I have no honor. My loyalty lays where the good money is.Your offer is fair and I would've accepted it under different circumstances. You seem like an OK guy, and I certainly don't want to kill you. But there's another thing at stake here. That goatfucker Tivoli threw the cops loose on me. For that I want to make him suffer."

Othello tries to struggle free but Virgil's got too firm a hold on him. He plants a vicious blow to his chest, and Othello is on his knees, gaping for breath.

"Sorry, man. Hey, when all is said and done, contact me, maybe we could do good business, mon frere"

Virgil winks at Othello and springs to Palooka's pursuit.
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post #82 of 131
11/4/02 at 5:41pm
Othello whips around and with his right hand sends the well balanced tanto dagger spinning at Virgil's back. His left hand clips the detanator to his belt and goes for the holdout tucked into an ankle holster.
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post #83 of 131
11/4/02 at 7:02pm
Hearing a sound behind him, Virgil reaches into his pocket and swings around, unholstering his gun at the same time. Not fast enough to avoid the knife, which lodges into his left shoulder and sends him tumbling backwards. The pain sends shockwaves through his body. He quickly rises to his feet, gun in hand and sees Othello about to come up with a weapon.

"This is what I get for sparing you, filio di putana? Well, fuck you!"

He aims and squeezes the trigger, emptying his gun in an instant.
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post #84 of 131
11/4/02 at 7:31pm
DIVERSIONS

Paulie stares in slack-jawed awe from his crouch behind the squad car at the carnage exploding around him. "Sweet merciful Christ," he mutters, "nobody told me I was signing on for fuckin' D-Day here." Sure the lead had been flying back at the hotel, but that was different -- that was mano a mano, you saw the guy drawing a bead on you, you saw the blade glint in his hand. He wasn't hiding in a building lobbing fucking grenades at you.

He unbuttons the top of his police shirt as the smoke begins to thicken. He's half-tempted to take the goddamn thing off, but the last thing he needs is for some Serpico wannabe to think he's one of the bad guys. Roman's run off to God knows where, and hell if he knows what the rest of the crew is doing. "Fuck 'em," he says, rising from his crouch. "I work better alone anyway." There seems to be a lull in the shooting, and a sudden breeze seems to be clearing the smoke. "Showtime," he says, then pauses as something bothers him.

The wind doesn't go whup-whup-whup.

The chopper roars overhead seconds later, a side-mounted chaingun spewing bullets at an obscene rate. Two more join it in an aerial dance above the warehouse. Paulie rolls his eyes.

"Oh, this is so far from fucked that the light from fucked will take a thousand years to reach it."

A crack and a strangled cry behind him turns him around. There's a small group of figures moving through the thinning smoke, guns at the ready. Asian, from the looks of them, a couple of cops dead at their feet.

Paulie has had enough. "Nobody ordered Chinese!" he shouts, his pistols out and blazing into the Triad gunmen. Two of them drop without a sound, and now the rest are all looking in his direction.

"Oh shit."
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post #85 of 131
11/5/02 at 12:12am
Still wounded from his recent gun battle, McCready limps over to the scaffolding as fast as he can. He finds a high-powered automatic rifle with a laser scope resting a top a tripod.

Fuckin A, he thinks.

He crouches down beside the weapon and waits for someone to attack the helicopters.
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post #86 of 131
11/5/02 at 11:04am
The rounds start at his belly and stitch their way up. Most are stopped by the vest under his turtleneck. THe last two catch him; the first above his collar bone and the last grazed his cheek. Blood poured down his right side and dripped down his face. He raises his small frame Glock 33 and empties the nine .357 Talon rounds. Through the smoke and pain he isn't sure if he hit. He grits his teeth and hits the detanator with his injured arm.

"You got 30 seconds to get the Hell outta Dodge, if you can." He falls over from pain, shock from blood loss, and exhaustion.

The matching detanator on Palooka's belt vibrates letting him know that Othello started Phase 1 of the bombs. They'll go off in 30 seconds unless he hits the stop code.
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post #87 of 131
11/5/02 at 5:59pm
Despite Othello shooting at random, he manages to hit Virgil. One slug scratches his neck and the other lodges in his side. The pain is intolerable, but at last, Othello collapses. Virgil is free to go on. He struggles to get up and goes after Palooka. He reaches the roof moment after him.

"Alright, game over. Your friend can't do anything for you anymore. Now hand me Tivoli before I blow your fucking brains out the back of your head."
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post #88 of 131
11/6/02 at 10:51am
Diversions

Roman see's the arterial wiring of the warehouse. "Undoubtedly, this whole siege; another diversion, " he thinks. Gunshots from above draw his attention. Then he sees Tivoli being dragged by some two-bit rent-a-thug through a trapdoor to the roof. Unconscious maybe dead...but he has to know for sure. Roman turns to Frank.

"Get out now," he gestures to the bomb-wiring. "You will be in-charge of The Family. Settle all debts." with that he takes flight up the staircase.
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post #89 of 131
11/6/02 at 11:46am
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Topside, Palooka winces at the thought of being shot up on such an otherwise beautiful day. Having made it to the top of the building, he feels a bit of relief seeing the landed chopper. A heavy machinegunner points right over his shoulder.

"Mr. Palooka...," a speaker blasts from onboard the sleek helicopter. The crew onboard hesitates, as Palooka and Tivoli have guns pointing at them.

The arms dealer taps the bomb cancel button on his pager as he turns to face Virgil.

"I don't have any plans to die here, Franco. You know the place is wired, get your brothers out of the building. This turncoat will venetually slip off our radar again... then he's all yours."

The chopper pilot trains his chaingun on Virgil. It is clear to Angel Face that if he pulls the trigger, he will be a pile of human LEGOs...
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post #90 of 131
11/6/02 at 11:54am
Diversions

Roman Carvaggio reaches the passed-out black man. Everything about him screams "Independent". Roman kicks any available off the catwalk and hand-cuffs the guy to the railing. "You might come in handy." Roman then sees the detonator...and upon hearing the blades of the chopper he heads for the roof access.

He stops short of it...takes aim with his HK on the pilot of the helicopter. Roman squeezes the trigger with delight.
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post #91 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:09pm
Frank walks away slowly, almost in slow-motion. Two Triads approach. He brings out his knife, and in a split-second, they're corpses. A grim look comes across his face as he glides towards the exit.
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post #92 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:29pm
Echelon sees the burst of gunfire come towards the helicopter. He swings the rifle around towards the location and fires twice. It is only after the bullets hit above the man's head that he sees through the scope that his target was Roman Carvaggio.

This complicates things, he thinks.
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post #93 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:30pm
DIVERSIONS

Paulie leaps behind the nearest squad car as a stream of bullets head his way. The only thing louder than the chopper blades above him is his heart pounding in his chest. This got way too messy way too fast to be anything other than what he fears it is.

A set-up.

He looks around for Roman. After all, wasn't he the one who was so hard-on to get everybody here? And now he's nowhere to be found.

"Well la-dee-da, how fuckin' convenient," Paulie mutters as more bullets lash into the vehicle, louder this time. They're getting closer. Paulie hurriedly re-loads.

"Okay, I dropped two, there looked to be, what five, six more? Come on, Paulie, be fuckin' sure, five or six? Well, let's say six, err on the side of caution...."

Pistols in both hands, he leaps from behind the car and rolls, up to his knees and firing in seconds. His last volley of shots hit empty air.

"Aw hell, I knew I should have gone with five."

He stands over the dead triad gunmen, checking them for any nice pieces of hardware they may no longer be needing. He spies a pretty nasty-looking machine pistol on one of them.

"Well what's up Tiger Lily," he chuckles, bending over to pick it up. He pats the guy down and finds a few extra clips of ammo. Ready to rock and roll.

"Okay, Roman, let's you and me have a little talk."
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post #94 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:42pm
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Cap'n Katanga:
Diversions

Roman Carvaggio reaches the passed-out black man. Everything about him screams "Independent". Roman kicks any available off the catwalk and hand-cuffs the guy to the railing. "You might come in handy." Roman then sees the detonator...and upon hearing the blades of the chopper he heads for the roof access.

He stops short of it...takes aim with his HK on the pilot of the helicopter. Roman squeezes the trigger with delight.
Your shot(s) ripple off the smoked black glass. Palooka uses the distraction to roll to the ground with Tivoli inhand.

The chain gun erupts attempting to spray through Virgil and hit Roman as well.
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post #95 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:44pm
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Bite Fett's Shiny Metal Ass:
Frank walks away slowly, almost in slow-motion. Two Triads approach. He brings out his knife, and in a split-second, they're corpses. A grim look comes across his face as he glides towards the exit.
Standing in your way is Linh Sun, a tattooed Triad with a pair of long knives. He is intent on not letting you go any further.

(He is also a named character, and rules reagarding such need to be followed.)
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post #96 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:46pm
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Poxy: Extended Special Edition:
DIVERSIONS

Paulie leaps behind the nearest squad car as a stream of bullets head his way. The only thing louder than the chopper blades above him is his heart pounding in his chest. This got way too messy way too fast to be anything other than what he fears it is.

A set-up.

He looks around for Roman. After all, wasn't he the one who was so hard-on to get everybody here? And now he's nowhere to be found.

"Well la-dee-da, how fuckin' convenient," Paulie mutters as more bullets lash into the vehicle, louder this time. They're getting closer. Paulie hurriedly re-loads.

"Okay, I dropped two, there looked to be, what five, six more? Come on, Paulie, be fuckin' sure, five or six? Well, let's say six, err on the side of caution...."

Pistols in both hands, he leaps from behind the car and rolls, up to his knees and firing in seconds. His last volley of shots hit empty air.

"Aw hell, I knew I should have gone with five."

He stands over the dead triad gunmen, checking them for any nice pieces of hardware they may no longer be needing. He spies a pretty nasty-looking machine pistol on one of them.

"Well what's up Tiger Lily," he chuckles, bending over to pick it up. He pats the guy down and finds a few extra clips of ammo. Ready to rock and roll.

"Okay, Roman, let's you and me have a little talk."
In all the chaos, you are startled by the glint of relfected light from a scaffolding three stories up and across the way. Some one has taken up position across from the warehouse...
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post #97 of 131
11/6/02 at 12:54pm
Diversions

Roman's left arm erupts in a fount of blood as the bullet tear through skin, meat and bone. He falls back down through the roof access. He pulls himself up on the stock of his rifle. He pulls his belt taut around his tattered arm. Clicking down on his radio...

Roman grits the strap of his weapon between his teeth and climbs back up top. Before reaching the exit...he props himself against the opposite wall...he rises just enough to fire a series of shots at the gearing of the helicopter blades.

"Whoever you are...you aren't leaving."
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post #98 of 131
11/6/02 at 1:15pm
"Why the fuck did I even get out of bed this morning?"

Just as the gunner open fires, Virgil jumps to the side and rolls over to the edge of the roof, barely avoiding being cut in half by the gunfire.

"I swear, I'm gonna work on that cocksucker Tivoli with a pair of plyers and a blowtorch."

He crouches, grunting in pain from the bullet in his stomach, and sees gunfire coming from the hatch. He unstraps the assault rifle from his shoulder and open fires on the chopper.
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post #99 of 131
11/6/02 at 2:15pm
Frank stares at the man in his way. He looks down, his wakizashi shining in the blood stained hand. His eyes flick back and forth between the knife and the Triad's eyes. Frank's eyes then move to the two huge knives Sun is carrying.

Frank has talked many times about honour. It is one of his principles. But there is a time for honour, and a time for survival.

He bows to the Triad, kneeling down, then springs up, jumping back, his blade aimed at Sun. The moment it leaves his hand, Frank suddenly crosses his arms and unholsters both guns. Sucking in breath, he fires.
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post #100 of 131
11/6/02 at 3:33pm
Conciousness began to return to Othello. The sound of gunfire and men screaming made his adrenal gland go into overdrive. The world was red around the edges but he was awake.

The cuff chafed his wrist. His left hand fished out the flat multi purpose handcuff key that he kept taped to the inside of his belt. It was a tip he'd picked up from a bounty hunter that he rode with. It fit most standard cuffs and as it turned out this was one of them.

With both hands free he dipped into his pants pocket and fished out a Tic-tac box and dry swallowed two of the caplets inside. This was a nice mix of pharmaceuticals that helped fight pain, stress and fatigue. It gave him a ten-minute boost and after that he'd better be near a bed, preferably one in a hospital.

His right shoulder screamed with pain. There was no time to let the magic pill go to work. His left hand pulled an eight inch metal rod from the roomy jeans' deep pockets. With the press of a button it snapped out to a twenty-four inch billy-club.

As carefully as possible he came up the stairs behind Roman and aimed for the kneecap.
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