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* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter 6

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The family has come to Coldstone.

A few days have passed in the aftermath of the chaos in Chinatown. Roman and his crew are back home, hoping once again to catch their breath.

But in this town, there is rarely chance for that.

Don Paolo diRossi has arrived, flying into Coldstone from the Old Country, to help straigthen out some crooked details. As each of you know, the arrival of someone of this calibur means it is time to put on your Sunday best, and to shut your damn yap.

You had best believe that Roman has crossed all the "t's" and dotted his motherfucking "i's" today. Seated in the giant velvet-clad Capella living room, Carvaggio's crew sits upright, paying respect to the big man from back home with their silence.

diRossi speaks only in Italian, nice and slow. He is a man for which others make time. With him are his own "inner circle".

Romeo, all of you know--the big brute who recently blew up on more chinks than Hiroshima. He stands proudly next to his Don.

Seated next to diRossi is Bruno, the man's second in command. A slick man with slicker black hair, surprisingly thin and tall for a guy names Bruno. He is no doubt expecting to be handed the reins to Coldstone, waiting on Roman to fail the Don just one time. For now, he is a pensive observer.

Rounding out the "names" in attendance is Julian diRossi, the numbers whiz who's mere presence suggests that the visitation is to be a fiscal one.

The room is dripping with Italian, scattered bodyguards and thugs line the walls, some belonging to diRossi, most are Roman's loyal.

In with the troubled underboss are Capella mainstays:

Paulie the Jester--the wisecracking hitman who has managed to sruvive the recent reign of terror,

Dino--Roman's trusted muscle and window into the Triad menace,

Virgil "Razor Face"--the once angellic young bookie now bearing some somewhat hasty plastic surgery,

Frank "The Tank" Tobiasi--the nearly dead warrior of Coldstone, now back and almost kickin'. A private meeting with the big Don (diRossi) hints that Frank's bravado has made him somewhat of a "favorite" back home.

Tony "The Fist"--on watch outside, overseeing the Capella mansion-compound.

Missing in action is Lou Ricelli, who disappeared during the rescue efforts in Chinatown. He is assumed dead at this point.

On the balcony above, watched warily by the newcomers were the outsiders, curious comrades in the war against... everyone.

Othello "The Mad Moor"--stood silently, as if reverently spectating. With Roman, he had managed to earn respect. Being "worthy" of being downstairs was a whole new ballpark. Knowing of diRossi, it was no question that he and his companion would remain out of the way...

Perhaps the most out of place was Forbes MacCready--The assassin for hire wore a cast on his foot, and was surprisingly agile for someone who had gone through what he had. For now, Roman had allowed the man clearance to be a part of the scenery, yet not quite sure how much trust would be too much.

Then there was Roman Carvaggio himself--the heavy-hearted leader of the Coldstone crew, now having to prove himself once more to the respected guests. Anyone who had a past with the man knew such expectations were always met.

diRossi was quick and decisive. The meeting ended as quickly as it was assembled. Everyone had assignments, work to be done to restore Coldstone to a productive state. The words were spoken, and they were carried out. That was that.

(Players: For now, please try to post your "assignement" title again, location if you want. This will help keep everyone clear.)

"Administration"
(ATTN: Roman, Othello, Echelon)

diRossi has arranged a meeting between Roman and Steadman Avery himself. This is to be handled delicately. Adding to the difficulty of the assignment, diRossi has ordered Roman to take his "dogs" (Othello, Echelon) with him. The goal is to reach some sort of truce with the businessman, and to secure Tivloi, who Avery is reportedly willing to hand over, no strings attached. The meeting is supposed to take place in a suburban neighborhood park, three hours from now.

"Protection"
(ATTN: Paulie, Tony, Julian)
Paulie and Tony have been granted the task of getting people back on track with their protection payments. A hard hand is needed to control these wayward establishments. Julian, diRossi's only son, has been assigned to join you, tally the take and evaluate both of you and the protection racket efforts. First on your list (do these one at a time) is the meat market downtown.

"The Stakeout"
(ATTN: Virgil, Frank, Romeo)

Financing in the Coldstone operation is dwindling. Virgil and Frank, along with Romeo have been given the assignment to study the ins and outs of the International Bank and Trade building in the northern part of town. Security systems inside and out, shifts of employees, armed personnel, money transfer times, escape routes, and any outside "talent" needed will all be your chores. Do NOT arouse suspicion, do not return without all the proper info.

"Questioning"
(ATTN: Dino and Bruno)

Suffering at the hands of the Triads, Dino has now been given the favorable task of extracting info on the Triad activity from the captured gang member. The slick Bruno is to observe and suggest, and make note of any findings.
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"Administration"

Dressed in his best power suit, a dove grey number made by Savatini of London, Othello looks at the man he still considers his boss, no matter who's in town, and at the hardened assassin.

"This presents a problem. I have been ordered never to darken Avery's door again. I don't want to sour the deal with my mere presence."
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Administration

Forbes rolls his good eye. His life just kept getting better and better.

"Somebody better have a damn good excuse as to why I have to miss so much class," he muttered.
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PROTECTION
I live through all that and I'm a fucking bill collector? Paulie thinks to himself. He's biting the inside of his mouth to keep from opening it, because he knows he's a dead man if he so much as makes one obscure film reference in front of Don Paolo.

And to make matters worse, the boss's kid is tagging along. Paulie half expects to have to sign a permission slip before he and Tony leave.
post #5 of 198
Administration

Roman Carvaggio is suited in stark white with a blood red tie and matching carnation in his lapel. He removes three cigars from his breast pocket, offering one to Othello and one to Forbes.

Roman sparks a heavy desktop lighter aflame and lights his cigar as Othello makes his concerns known. Roman lets the heavy, sweet smoke fill his throat.

"I'm not worried about that, Mr Redman. Avery is a businessman..." Roman trails off clearly not resolving his vendetta with Avery.

Roman looks to Forbes and remembers another unpaid debt. "Speaking of your school...I have taken the liberty of drafting a thoroughly detailed account of your criminal indiscretions...eloquently written, you'd be proud, I've sent this to a 3rd party who will forward two copies. One to the headmaster of this school, and one to a newspaperman on the family payroll. If anything out of the ordinary happens." Roman removes his platinium wristwatch and tosses it at Forbes. "I meant to put this on your corpse after I'd killed you. Thought you should have it now."

Roman pours a healthy glass of port and sips and smokes.

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Administration

Othello snips the end from the fragrant roll of tobacco leaves and lights up.

"It would be unwise for a businessman such as Mr. Avery to make a threat and not follow through. He let me know through his underlings that I was a marked man. To say that and then not at least try to take me out would send a message."

His jet eyes gleamed.

"Let us say that he knows I work for you now. And furthermore let us say that your boss also knows this and considers you, me, and Echelon something of a liability. What better way to make friends with Avery than by serving us up on a silver platter to him. All I'm saying is that we should be cautious and pack heavy."

He takes another drag on the cigar and blows it straight up.

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Administration

Forbes smiles thinly as he slips the watch on. He glares at the smug Don, confident in his manipulations. The smile turns into a sneer, and the sneer into a set jaw.

He speaks, fast and hard, all traces of his British accent gone and replaced by a thick Irish brogue.

"Fuck you. Yes, that's right. I said fuck you."

He turns to Othello.

"And fuck you, too. I appreciate you getting me out of that fucking nightmare with the slants back in Chinatown, but I am sick and fucking tired of--of fucking around with these fucking politics. I will go along with your fucking truce, but let's get one thing clear. I want fucking blood. I want to go back to fucking Chinatown. I want to find that fucking bitch that did this to me, that wrecked my face, that wrecked my leg, that took my eye, that took my FUCKING life. I want to find her, and I want to fucking kill her. I will go to the ends of the earth for you, Roman, you and I go too far back for that, remember? Or have your fancy cigars and poncy wines gone to your prick AND your head? So fuck you."

He sighs, runs a hand over his newly shaved head. The medics had to do it to tend to his facial scarring, which ran deep.

"Fuck you, that's right. I will go to the ends of the earth for you and your fucking family because you helped me out and you didn't have to do that. Especially after I made the first attack on your old man. Which brings me to another point. I had nothing, note FUCKING nothing to do with him getting "whacked." It was that fucking Asian cunt. How do I fucking know this? Huh? I'll tell you. She fucking told me right before her fucking thugs shot up my home, including my books, among which was a first edition of A Christmas Carol that was given to me by my professor at Oxford, yes, I went to fucking Oxford, fucking deal with it, and it was an item of incredible sentimental value to me, as well as being worth quite a lot. There were also first editions of The Hobbit and the three volumes of The Lord of the Rings , the former of which was signed by Professor Tolkien himself. So, as you see, I have just as much reason as you to be fucking angry. I want fucking blood. I want her blood."

He rises from the chair and hobbles over to the Don's desk. He places his hands, palms up on the wood and looks the man straight in the eye.

"I will go to the ends of the earth for you, I will be a soldier in your army for as long as you command it. But the cunt is mine."

He steps back, reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a pack of Marlboros.

"I never used to smoke on the job," he said as he lit it with a nickle plated Zippo. "But that was when I was a fucking wanker assassin. Now I'm a hard-core son of a bitch. Take no prisoners. Fuck them all."

"Now...where can a mate get a gun?"
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Administration

Othello takes in the diatribe and smiles broadly.

"Excellent. We're gonna need huge brass ones like that in the coming hours and days. Sorry to hear about your books. I know if my law library got smoked I would be righteously pissed too."

He reaches into his jacket and pulls out the matte black Glock 33 still in its clip on holster. "It may be a little on the smallish side but it holds eleven rounds of .357 Black Talon ammo. It'll eat though most armor and mushroom real nice."

He extends the pistol to Echelon.

"It makes very little bulge and should hold you til we get something a bit bigger."
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Echelon takes the weapon and holds it in his hand. A nice weapon. Not the handgun he's used to, but one he can work with just fine.

"Thanks, mate. Didn't know you were into law. Got quite a collection myself, or at least I did. Don't know what those fuckin' bastards did to my home."

He extends his hand to the man.

"I do owe you my life, and we haven't introduced ourselves. McCready. They call me Echelon, but that was when I was a wanky sneaky assasin. You can call me McCready."
post #10 of 198
Administration

He shakes the man's hand and smiles. "Othello Redman also known as the Mad Moor. As for law you could say it was a bit of a hobby, Yale Law school, Class of '96. Pleasure to meet you McCready."
post #11 of 198
Administration

Roman smiles at the Othello, "I hope that gun's not loaded." Roman props himself on the edge of the desk.
Roman removes his jacket to reveal the katana dangling at his side where most wiseguys would shoulder a firearm.

Roman rests his eyes on Forbes and Othello, "We will all taste revenge."
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Assignment

Echelon shakes Othello's hand. After their hands part, Echelon reaches over and pulls the pistol the man handed him only moments ago. He points it at the Don, then pulls it back and places it in the holster.

He grins.

"Just kidding, mate."
post #13 of 198
Assignment

"Oh... You might want a clip with bullets in it."

He hands Echelon two fully loaded magazines and smiles.
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"Here's my plan. I'm gonna go down to the park now under cover. You and McCready here will go to the meet. I'll be nearby. That way in case some weirdness does go down we have an ace."

He looks at Roman.

"What do you think Don?"
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Questioning

Dino looks at Bruno and gives him a respective nod. The Chink is still unconscious as he sits in a chair.

As much as he wants to beat the crap out of him, he decides to lay one hearty wake-up call.

Dino cracks his left hand, turns it into a fist, then lands a hard one on his nose.

The Chink wakes up groggily as Dino clears his mind.

"Listen, shithead. Your fucking friends had a great ball with me. Ain't got any patience for any bullshit. And for every wrong answer, your nose will meet Mister Fook," he says as he lifts his left fist. "And "Mister King," as he then lifts his right fist. "They're good at making permanent bruises."

Dino gently touches his swollen nose. The Chink recoils from the pain.

"Painful? Good. You've met the first mister, do you want to meet the second?" Dino gleefully sneers at the frightened man. "Ain't got no bruises 'til I pummel your nose in six ways to fuckin' Sunday."
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The Stakeout

Hearing Forbes' complaints, Virgil can't help thinking "you think you had it bad, whiny pussy? I've been fucking disfigured. Razor Face....fuck that! I should have killed more cops".

Virgil is in a baddest mood than he ever was before. The partial loss of his beauty grates on him constantly and the bureaucratic routine assignment he's been given does nothing to relieve the tension. With a sigh, he turns to Frank and Romeo.

"We're going or what?"
post #17 of 198
Thread Starter 
Administration
(This thread is not called "Assignment", just to help clear it up. Also, Roman is not called "Don" anymore. That now refers to diRossi. I know, things get confusing...)

You have two hours remaining until the meet, the park is close enough that Othello could reach it in 15 minutes. (Though a large black man that is known well by both sides might not be the rest recon man... heh.)

From what you gather, it is in a yuppie-esque suburban neighborhood, likely to have other visitors at the same time. In some ways, a very public place.

(You should only panic if you see doves gathering on the playground... heh. Call me General Woo.)
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Administration

"Call me Roman, Othello. I want you to take something," Roman pulls a gunmetal blue briefcase from under the desk and hands it to O.

"You should know what to do with it. We'll call it plan B."
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Administration

"Meant as a term of respect Roman. No matter who's Don, you will always be my capo. Long as the money's still rollin' in anyway."

He winks and takes the case.

"I'll meet you guys at the park."
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Quote:
Poxy Von Sinister:
PROTECTION
I live through all that and I'm a fucking bill collector? Paulie thinks to himself. He's biting the inside of his mouth to keep from opening it, because he knows he's a dead man if he so much as makes one obscure film reference in front of Don Paolo.

And to make matters worse, the boss's kid is tagging along. Paulie half expects to have to sign a permission slip before he and Tony leave.
Julian smirks as the trio head to his car. The tall, well-built man shows little sign of dependancy on his father. One can see in Julian a man who struggles under his father's shadow, fighting to make a name for himself.

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(Think of Louis Mandylor, center)

"Get it straight, toothpick," Julian snarls, "You might be running things, but I am running you, capice?"

He clicks the remote to his BMW, and slides into the driver's seat, waiting for you two to get in.
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voltes5:
Questioning

Dino looks at Bruno and gives him a respective nod. The Chink is still unconscious as he sits in a chair.

As much as he wants to beat the crap out of him, he decides to lay one hearty wake-up call.

Dino cracks his left hand, turns it into a fist, then lands a hard one on his nose.

The Chink wakes up groggily as Dino clears his mind.

"Listen, shithead. Your fucking friends had a great ball with me. Ain't got any patience for any bullshit. And for every wrong answer, your nose will meet Mister Fook," he says as he lifts his left fist. "And "Mister King," as he then lifts his right fist. "They're good at making permanent bruises."

Dino gently touches his swollen nose. The Chink recoils from the pain.

"Painful? Good. You've met the first mister, do you want to meet the second?" Dino gleefully sneers at the frightened man. "Ain't got no bruises 'til I pummel your nose in six ways to fuckin' Sunday."
Bad picture, sorry, but think of bruno as Billy Burke, the "messed-up" brother from the spoof "Mafia!", only with slick hair, unlike his glamour shot here:

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Bruno looks on, almost smiling. He knows that Dino was the man for this job if every there was one. His only goal right now is to make sure that he doesn't get too energetic and accidentally kill the Triad mook too early.

The Triad continues to stonewall Dino, despite the pain he inflicts.
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Quote:
Blunt:
The Stakeout

Hearing Forbes' complaints, Virgil can't help thinking "you think you had it bad, whiny pussy? I've been fucking disfigured. Razor Face....fuck that! I should have killed more cops".

Virgil is in a baddest mood than he ever was before. The partial loss of his beauty grates on him constantly and the bureaucratic routine assignment he's been given does nothing to relieve the tension. With a sigh, he turns to Frank and Romeo.

"We're going or what?"
Romeo looks to you and nods quietly. For a moment, you saw in him the same anger towards the cops. Back in the alley in Chinatown, he was ready to join you, ready to blow away as many blue-boys as you were. There's something there... something that Romeo obviosuly hasn't mentioned. Almost like a kindred spirit for Razor Face...

But trying to prod Romeo to talk is like trying to ask Satan to join you in Sunday School. The intimidating visage of the large Italian is too much for Virgil. For now, it is enough to go with the nod. He follows you out the door, assuming Frank is right behind.
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Administration

Othello arrives at the park not much later wearing the blue overalls and cap of a city employee. His eyes are covered by cheap aviator sunglasses and his trademark van dyke is missing. A heavy cnvas bag is attached to his waist and he is spearing trash with a short pole. Like a good city worker he takes frequent smoke breaks and while he sucks on generic smokes, he surveys the lay of the land.
post #24 of 198
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Quote:
capteucalyptus (Scott Roche):
Administration

Othello arrives at the park not much later wearing the blue overalls and cap of a city employee. His eyes are covered by cheap aviator sunglasses and his trademark van dyke is missing. A heavy cnvas bag is attached to his waist and he is spearing trash with a short pole. Like a good city worker he takes frequent smoke breaks and while he sucks on generic smokes, he surveys the lay of the land.
The park seems brand new, all shining plastic and coated metal. Probably a quarte mile square, fanced off with waist level cement girders, each bearing the handprints of kids and well-wishers.

There is a jungle gym, a wooden framed maze of slides and ladders, with a couple tire swings, replete with fake tires and clastic coated metal chains. A lengthy set of swings runs along the back end of the park, a couple of spring-mounted ponies dot the other. Outside the fenced in area is an empty soccer field, never been used. The exchange will probably take place there. No way to know for sure...

No signs of hostility. Three or four nuclear families scattered around ice chests and strollers, interacting superficially.

The ground is covered with 6 inches of pebbles. Little else of note for the time being.

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Administration

Once the playground is spic and span, Othello heads back to the blue Econoline parked across the street. The van's windows are darkly tinted and it is unmarked. He watches for any new faces. A parabolic mic sits in the passenger seat ready to be brought into play.

post #26 of 198
Administration

Back at the manor, McCready exhales smoke and looks through it at his former colleague.

"Just like old fuckin' times, eh, boyo? Yeah..."

He exhales again.

"...this Avery fucker, I used to work for him, y'know, but we fuckin' established where that lead us. He was the one that put the first contract out on your old man. Let's go, eh, mate?"

post #27 of 198
Thread Starter 
Administration
Location: Playground
(ATTN: Roman, Othello, Forbes)

Roughly 15 minutes into meeting time, Othello picks up the first notable movement.

Black choppers, three of them, touch down in the distance, drawing the attention of some of the park-goers for a few moments. Daddies holding kids up in awe to see the arrival.

Striding confidently out onto the field is Avery Steadman, flanked immediately by his thugs. The man known as Weasel is nearby, and "Three Rings" Tivoli is pushed into the open, hands locked into black cuffs. Jimmy Palooka rounds out the group.

They stride past the outer goal into the center of the soccer field.

5 minutes remain. Othello overhears various light conversation, banter between Avery and his men. Nothing of any relation to the pending meeting. Weather and other such nonsense. Tivoli is unnaturally quiet.

Time has come to get the meeting underway.
post #28 of 198
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Quote:
* Dave Brosius (General Logan):
Administration
Location: Playground
(ATTN: Roman, Othello, Forbes)

Roughly 15 minutes before (edited) meeting time, Othello picks up the first notable movement.

Black choppers, three of them, touch down in the distance, drawing the attention of some of the park-goers for a few moments. Daddies holding kids up in awe to see the arrival.

Striding confidently out onto the field is Avery Steadman, flanked immediately by his thugs. The man known as Weasel is nearby, and "Three Rings" Tivoli is pushed into the open, hands locked into black cuffs. Jimmy Palooka rounds out the group.

They stride past the outer goal into the center of the soccer field.

5 minutes remain. Othello overhears various light conversation, banter between Avery and his men. Nothing of any relation to the pending meeting. Weather and other such nonsense. Tivoli is unnaturally quiet.

Time has come to get the meeting underway.
post #29 of 198
Administration

Othello slips out of the jumpsuit revealing black slacks and a black turtleneck. He keeps the steel-toed workboots on and slips into his duster. The pump is slung under his right arm, pistol grip at the right height to grab through the slit pocket. He transfers the 45 to his left hip. The aviators are traded for black Gargoyle wraps. The briefcase is set at the back of the van and a small transmitter goes into an outside pocket. Back in the front seat he trains the parabolic back on the group and waits for his boss.

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PROTECTION

"Yeah? Well who's drivin' who around?" Paulie asks with a grin as he slides into the passenger's side. "Look, just keep the 'I gotta show Daddy I can play with the big boys' crap to a minimum and we'll get along just fine."
post #31 of 198
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Quote:
Poxy Von Sinister:
PROTECTION

"Yeah? Well who's drivin' who around?" Paulie asks with a grin as he slides into the passenger's side. "Look, just keep the 'I gotta show Daddy I can play with the big boys' crap to a minimum and we'll get along just fine."
"Look wiseass, we are taking my car. Like I'd put one of you half-made Corlione's behind THIS wheel... I'm letting your carcass touch the leather... you should count yourself lucky. Pipe the fuck down funny man."

He revs the engine.

"Yeah, I know about you and your cracking wise. I been through a few night classes myself. Now we are gonna pick up quite a bit of money. I will count it, when the numbers get too big. You just wave your gun around when people try to argue and pretend to be a man for five minutes, capice?"
post #32 of 198
PROTECTION

Paulie looks Julian straight in the eyes.

"Hey, your dad, he's got the word 'Don' in front of his name, him I gotta respect. The title buys him that. But you ain't done nothin' but show off your Beemer and have the good fortune of having the right bloodline, while I've been out there dodgin' lead for this family left and right. You show me a good reason I should be kissin' your ass and I'll eat goddamn ice cream sundaes off of it from now 'til Doomsday. Now I'll listen to what you say since that's the way the Don wants it, but I ain't about to start bowin' and scrapin'. Not 'til you show me somethin' more than a good taste in rides."

He turns and glares at the road in front of them.
post #33 of 198
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Poxy Von Sinister:
PROTECTION

Paulie looks Julian straight in the eyes.

"Hey, your dad, he's got the word 'Don' in front of his name, him I gotta respect. The title buys him that. But you ain't done nothin' but show off your Beemer and have the good fortune of having the right bloodline, while I've been out there dodgin' lead for this family left and right. You show me a good reason I should be kissin' your ass and I'll eat goddamn ice cream sundaes off of it from now 'til Doomsday. Now I'll listen to what you say since that's the way the Don wants it, but I ain't about to start bowin' and scrapin'. Not 'til you show me somethin' more than a good taste in rides."

He turns and glares at the road in front of them.
Julian slams on the brakes, furiously fuming. he turns to Paulie as if to shoot him dead with his eyes.

"You busy dodgin' lead when they clipped Capella?! I swear to god on my uncle's grave, if you sat your ass around while some fucking coward took him out, you will find reason to be afraid of me. Not my pop, not your big sister. Me. The guy with one barrel down your throat, and the other up your tight, school-girl ass!"
post #34 of 198
PROTECTION

Paulie turns back to him, matching gaze with one of his own.

"This 'school-girl' was one of about three guys who kept his fuckin' head together when that shit went down, pal! I fuckin' went back into that goddamn house for the Don when everybody thought it was gonna fuckin' blow! It ain't my fuckin' fault the two bodyguards I left with him couldn't guard a body if it was zipped up in a fuckin' bag! As far as I knew at the time, I was puttin' my life on the line for your uncle, which is damn sight more than some of those other pricks he hired can say -- there were more people jumpin' out of windows than when the stock market crashed."

He calmly sits back. "So now that we've proved we can both raise our voices and do the macho bullshit, how 'bout gettin' this job done?"

He turns his eyes back ahead again. "And if you're gonna stick anything up my ass, you damn well better be buying me dinner first."
post #35 of 198
The Stakeout

As the group of three arrive in front of the car, Virgil speaks, still somber:

"One of you two get behind the wheel. I've had my share of driving for now. Let's get to that fucking bank".
post #36 of 198
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Poxy Von Sinister:
PROTECTION

Paulie turns back to him, matching gaze with one of his own.

"This 'school-girl' was one of about three guys who kept his fuckin' head together when that shit went down, pal! I fuckin' went back into that goddamn house for the Don when everybody thought it was gonna fuckin' blow! It ain't my fuckin' fault the two bodyguards I left with him couldn't guard a body if it was zipped up in a fuckin' bag! As far as I knew at the time, I was puttin' my life on the line for your uncle, which is damn sight more than some of those other pricks he hired can say -- there were more people jumpin' out of windows than when the stock market crashed."

He calmly sits back. "So now that we've proved we can both raise our voices and do the macho bullshit, how 'bout gettin' this job done?"

He turns his eyes back ahead again. "And if you're gonna stick anything up my ass, you damn well better be buying me dinner first."
Silence. The car resumes its course.
post #37 of 198
PROTECTION

Satisfied at getting the last word, Paulie eases back into the leather and relaxes.
post #38 of 198
Administration

Echelon looks from one man to the other.

He tosses his latest cigarette down at Avery's feet and lights up another one.

"Steadman. Long fuckin' time no fuckin' see. Understand you've got a bloke me fuckin' mates want. How about turnin' him th' fuck over...mate?"
post #39 of 198
the stakeout

'It's Romeo's turn.'

Frank stares back at the mansion, and gets into the back seat of the sedan.
post #40 of 198
Administration

Roman extends his hand to Avery. "I'm honored to meet you, Mr Avery. A pity under these peculiar circumstances." Roman gestures at a park bench, "Please join me..."
post #41 of 198
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Fett:
the stakeout

'It's Romeo's turn.'

Frank stares back at the mansion, and gets into the back seat of the sedan.
Romeo chuckles a bit, as though "choosing" to drive, so as not to be ordered around. He moves towards the black sedan in the side lot. Nothing special, not going to draw extra attention.

As the three of you pile in, Romeo switches the radio on, flipping through stations with his eyes closed until he hits classical. Without a word, he opens his eyes and pulls out of the mansion-compound.

There is about 15-20 minutes between here and the bank. Discussion is welcome, though Romeo might be tuned out.
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"So where we goin' exactly? Be good to know what to expect."
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Steadman Avery. The man behind the myth. Despite whatever conceptions the group has about him, the man seems genuinely respectable.

Avergae height and build, with stone cut features, and a hint of white hair lend him an aura of experience and cool-headedness. He is evidently foremost a businessman.

"Yes," he begins shaking Roman's hand. "Pity, such a nice day."

He seems to ignore the rash comment from Forbes, as though confused as to the mixed reception he is getting from the two men.

"Mr. Carvaggio," he starts, carefully choosing his words.

"I would like to apologize for any... misunderstandings in the past. They are inadvertently my fault. I have long been interested in the operations of your family."

As though he had been waiting for mweeks to say it, he looks you in the eye and says, "I give you my word, Marco Capella's loss was not something I had a hand in."

Without letting any time elapse, he continues. "I was most interested in your share of... 'business' dealings in Coldstone. Something I was largely unfamiliar with. I will admit to keeping a close eye on your people. But a rogue operative of ours felt the need to break protocol... and your... 'don' was injured."

He makes specific effort not to look away from Roman while saying this.

"This business with your friend (Tivoli) was completely another item. The man seemed to be of value. Turns out, he is not."

"I have had an awakening. Employees that have acted out of line are no longer in my service. I am happy to work with you. Seems we have a common enemy, and now is the time for solidarity."

He motions to his thugs to bring Tivoli over.

"Three Rings" Tivoli is noticeably thinner. The constant worry of being clipped will do that to a man. With a look of resignation on his face, he is pushed and prodded toward Roman and Forbes.

He is too cowardly to look Carvaggio in the eye. He mutters, "Just not in the face, okay?"
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PROTECTION

"So where we goin' exactly? Be good to know what to expect."
Julian motions towards a list sitting in the console between the seats.

Atop the list, a butchers shop and meat packing facility. Though it's obviously not public knowledge, you are aware of certain "sideline" business that they take care of there as well. The dispersal of... nontraditional meat sources.

They have slipped behind in payment, with the loss of Capella thinking they are debt free. Unfortunately, as a part of Roman's crew, the Coldstone family has a required take every month to kick up to diRossi. And this list is part of that take.
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(ATTN: Voltes/Dino)

The Triad questionee summons a large mouthful of spit and blood and sprays your shirt in defiance. Bruno chuckles.
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Roman's eyes look through Tivoli. They shift comfortably back to Steadman Avery.

"Our family appreciates this service you've done," gesturing to Tivoli. "Of utmost concern is prosperity. It's what the Don, God rest his soul, would be working towards. The Capella Family is at your service. You seem an honorable man, we value that."
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(ATTN: Othello)

You sweep the mic between the conversation with Avery over to Palooka and Weasel, catching them in mid sentence.

"...he's here, I know it," Weasel whispers, nonchalantly motioning to 4 of his men to sweep the area."

"He's a former employee who fulfilled expectations," Palooka defends. "You heard Steadman... no hard feelings. Let it go man..."

"I don't care about Steadman's little display here. This is someone who broke contract with me. Something it is my job to see through. If I find that black bastard..."

"I could slap you," Palooka chuckles. "Slap you right here and now. He's a good man, I owe the guy. Let it go. For me. For yourself. For the pride you have since you haven't been slapped in front of the boss..."

Weasel burns with anger, but goes quiet.
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Echelon stares at Tivoli, seething inside at Avery's comments. The very fact that he had hired him meant he intended to take out the Don at some point. This political manuvering was bullshit.

"So you're the fuckin' wanker that caused so many of my mate's (Roman) pals to get gone, eh? We'll see 'bout that, then."

He takes out his pistol and shoots at Tivoli's kneecap.
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Othello pulls the rarely used laser site from his pocket and points it at the window.

He mutters under his breath. "Careful who you talk about bitch, he may just appear."

Palooka sees a little red dot briefly appear on Weasel's forehead and chest. He pockets the laser and continues listening.

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He takes out his pistol and shoots at Tivoli's kneecap.
Roman bats at Echelon's arm...

"I don't want blood in my car."
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