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* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter 7

post #1 of 135
12/12/02 at 2:44pm
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Turmoil continues to erupt in the battered city of Coldstone. Rumors of a brooding gang war, coupled by rampant police corruption have heightened this tension.

The waning influence of the local mafia has been revitalized by the presence of Don Paolo diRossi. His struggle to forge a profitable machine out of the Coldstone crew have already seen results.

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HEIST
-Cafe Across from International Bank and Trade-
(ATTN: Roman, Frank, Virgil, Bruno, Romeo, Chelsea)

The culmination of this effort lies in an impending bank job. After a week of planning, the daring mission is scheduled to take place at daybreak.

Leading the effort is brooding mob lieutenant Roman Carvaggio, pointman for the heist.

Crowd control is to be overseen by the charismatic Virgil "Razor Face" Abrizza.

Frank Tobiasi faces the daunting task of controlling Chelsea, the bank employee that he first wooed into his bed, and now needs for the information. She has so far been a passive prisonser.

Rounding out the crew are two drivers, Romeo and Bruno diRossi. The former's job is to provide the a public distraction elsewhere, while the latter's job is to pick up the crew and depart with the expected 1.5 million dollars in transfer certificates and cash expected in the vault this morning.

Having studied the blueprints, as well as possessing Chelsea's access codes and knowledge of managerial staff, the crew waits in the cafe outside the bank. Bruno circles the area in an unmarked van, Romeo is in place waiting for the page from Roman to begin the distraction.

(PLAYERS: Contact Katanga/Roman or myself if you have any questions PRIOR to acting. Especially anything that could jeopardize this heist.)

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LION'S DEN
-Latish Brown's Safehouse-
(ATTN: Othello, Latisha, Tivoli)

Meanwhile, the lone mercenary Othello Redman, has set off on his own, in an attempt to locate the errant Danny Tivoli, a mafia turncoat to whom Othello granted mercy. Tivoli was to head to the home of Latisha Brown--a contact of Othello's--and wait.

Upon arrival, Redman is not altogether surprised to hear the news. Latisha quickly offers the details of Tivoli's stay. The fairly nice and respectful gentlemen was disturbed by something he saw on television, and was gone the next morning. Latisha's car, equipped with an unseen onboard tracking system, was taken. She had waited to report the loss until Othello arrived.

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PROTECTION PT. II
-Murray Motors-
(ATTN: Paulie, Julian)

In past weeks, the loss of Coldstone's former Don, Marco Capella, left mafia earnings severely weakened.

Thus Julian diRossi and Paulie "The Jester" DiVialoso were assigned to rebuild the once flourishing racketeering operation.

After a successful week of "reminding" their customers of the protection they sorely needed, the pair now finds themself in dire straits.

While "convincing" Effram Murray that his vast car dealership needed their "protection", Paulie and Julian were set upon by nearly twenty armed Triads, pinned in the center of Murray's large car lot.

Prior to having his prized BMW compacted in a makeshift "crash up derby", Julian managed to lift the universal key set from one of the sales people, thus allowing them access to the lockbox on any car in the lot. Likewise, Paulie managed to place three universal breathing holes into the back of the crooked salesman, allowing Murray access to any demon in Hell.

Currently, the two have taken cover between a pair of Volvo's, clips emptied at the Triad opposition. Though there isn't much to see through the tinted glass of the vehicles, the two can sense the Triad goons closing in.

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RALLY
-Coldstone Civic Center: Steps-
(ATTN: Dino, Forbes, Avery, Palooka, Commisioner Graves)

Coldstone's elite have turned out for a morning ceremony, involving the appointment of Orville Graves as new police commissioner. On the giant marble steps of the Civic Center, the masses have turned out to welcome a new "War on Corruption" in their police force.

On the platform are numerous public officials, and prominent citizens such as Avery Steadman, foremost of Coldstone's businessmen. At his side is Jimmy Palooka, a former weapons dealer serving as Avery's aide.

The men stand to applaud as the governor bestows rank upon the commissioner. As the two shake hands, the crowd roars with approval.

Mingled into the crowd is Forbes McCready, a rogue assassin with interests not yet fully revealed. As the ceremony continues, he watches with an emotionless eye.

Carefully placed in the distance, stands Dino Morinelli. The mafia gunman assigned to monitor Forbes' and his movements. A less than exciting task for Dino, but one where he might finally distinguish himself, earning credit in the eyes of Don diRossi.
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post #2 of 135
12/12/02 at 3:58pm
Lion's Den

Othello loves the luxurious studio that houses his paramour. It is his sanctuary. The apartment is divided into quadrants. A tatami covered floor with a variety of bags and dummies and a rack of melee weapons dominates the soutwest corner. The northwest houses a hi-tech gourmet kitchen. The southeast is screened off with silk partitions in a jungle print. The sunken living room in the northeast comtains state of the art entertainment gear and computer hardware.

Latisha comes to her feet and towards her man as he comes out of the bedroom hidden by the screens. The body under her skintight black jeans and the black silk shirt tied under her firm breasts still make him weak. "Thanks for watchin' out for m'man, baby. I expected he'd bolt at some point." He sweeps the 5'10" woman into his powerful embrace and nuzzles her coffee colored skin. "Wish I could stay but you know how it is."

She pushed him back. "Uh-huh. Look I've heard that before and it don't play. When you gonna put a ring on this finger?"

He puts his hands up in front of his chest. "Foxy, baby, don't be this way."

Her fingers dance like butterflies. "Don't baby me, nigga. Look you will marry me and you will straighten up and fly right or this shit is over."

"Ok, OK, look. I promise as soon as I finish this job we will go to a beach someplace warm. This man promised me a chunk of business out west. Casinos, resorts, it's a management gig. No more bullets. Promise." He opens his arms and she snuggles into his chest.

"OK. But one more month of this or I use that Python you gave me."

"When I get back I'll give you another." They kiss and Othello heads out the door. He gets to the street and cranks the titanium Lamborghini Murcielago. The engine roars and the electronics package comes to life. "OK you little Italian bitch, where are you?" He looks at the GPS and locks in the beacon. The muscular Italian car glides into traffic.
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post #3 of 135
12/12/02 at 4:04pm
PROTECTION PT. II

Paulie gestures to one of the Volvos. "If you can get us into one of these, I'm pretty sure I can hotwire it and get us a Get Outta Jail Free card."
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post #4 of 135
12/12/02 at 4:22pm
Rally

McCready would have liked to gone on the heist with Roman and his boys-he still needed to apologize to that charming gentlemen with the facial scarring-but his recovering leg wound would have made him less than an asset.

So it was that he found himself here, outside Coldstone Civic Center, on one of the coldest days he could remember since coming to the city sixteen years ago. Moments like these made him wish he had a head of hair-the cordoroy fedora he wore barely compensated for the 90% of heat loss.

Oh, well. At least the new jacket Roman gave him as a sign of good will and a reminder of what he asked-"to keep his eyes open." Although in their many years together, Roman was always the better observer, while Forbes the better disguiser, McCready had made up his mind to try and help the Capella/diRossi family without getting into trouble.

So he stood amongst the crowd-fuckin' grannies and their kiddies pissed off by the warehouse showdown, the Chinatown incident and his little stunt in the park-and watched his old boss shake hands with the new Comissioner. Avery certainly was a charming motherfucker, but something in those blue eyes of his said that Avery was less than pleased at this appointment.

He continued to watch, and to listen, eyes sweeping back and forth across the stage and the crowd from under a pair of red-tinted sunglasses, fully aware of the man called Dino sent to monitor him. He didn't have a problem with this. Roman was protecting his friend, and at the very least, an "investment." It was what the old man did.

McCready needed a cigarette badly...
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post #5 of 135
12/12/02 at 4:24pm
Heist

Roman paces the floor watching the time and inhaling cigarettes. Every ten paces he stops sips at an espresso and returns to walking the floor, dulling the knot in his stomach.

Underneath his trenchcoat are the tools for this job. A black stealthsuit with kevlar point-blank body armor, two silenced Beretta's that are traceable back to a dead man in New Jersey, one Mp5, 6 clips of ammo, 4 lbs of c-4, 3 stun grenades and 3 smoke grenades.

Roman eyes Chelsea and wonders if Tobiasi is fucking her. If so he might have to put a bullet in her if Tobiasi can't. So many problems with jobs like this. Unknown variables all the planning in the world can't cover.

Roman stalks over to Frank Tobiasi and pulls him aside out of earshot of the girl.

"You have a leash on her?" Roman asks.
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post #6 of 135
12/12/02 at 4:55pm
heist

Frank winces. He isn't happy at the comment, and he gets Roman's tone immediately.

'No. She trusts me.'

He walks towards her, and looks back.

'And I don't need anyone's 'help'. If things turn ugly... I can clean up my own mess.'
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post #7 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:18pm
Heist

Roman follows Frank to Chelsea. Rather than speaking to her directly he tells Frank, "Tell her to get ready. We're going in in 5"

Roman walks over to Virgil. "How's the face, gorgeous?" He fake punches him in the gut affectionately. Roman geniunely likes the kid. He puts his arm around his neck, "I know this isn't what you signed on for, but you've got more balls than the lottery, kiddo..." Roman offers Virgil a cigarette before continuing, "Crowd control is the most important thing, I'm going to be counting on you to keep Joe The Rent-A-Cop from going Bruce Willis on us. Be scary."

Roman turns to the bank and watches the security personnel arrive. Roman feels everyones nerves coiling like a spring. It's almost here...
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post #8 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:26pm
heist

Frank turns to Chelsea, and holds her. He reaches for her chin, and lifts her head up, seeing how unhappy she is.

'If it's any consolation... you're going in with the best group this side of The A-Team.'

He gives a small laugh, and she smiles uncomfortably. He kisses her, and then looks into her eyes.

'Chelsea... please, don't think that I did this just for the plans. I'll be honest, because I don't like lying, especially to you... it was my first intention. But now, they're not the only thing on my mind that's important. Christ, I don't think they're even the highest. I sound like a stupid fuck talking like this after a week, but... I hope you get the picture.'
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post #9 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:37pm
Heist

Virgil gladly takes the cig Roman is offering him. He doesn't mind the joke about his face coming from him. He kinda sees him as a father figure. He lights the fag up and takes a deep breath on it.

"Don't worry, Roman, I'll handle it perfect. Besides, I've got a score to settle with cops, be them of any sort. If it's scary you want, be sure you're gonna get it a plenty."

His gaze turns to Frank and Chelsea and, for a brief moment, he feels a small sting of jealousy.
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post #10 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:38pm
Heist

Roman watches the guards enter the building. the last one turns and locks the door behind him. He turns to the assmebled team, "Young lady, it's time to go to work." he says tapping his watch.

Roman despises his own smugness only slightly less than being a stick-up kid. But if it motivates, then so be it. Roman leans into the door opening it for her in a mock grandiose gesture. "This way, honey."
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post #11 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:43pm
heist

Frank steps past Roman, leading Chelsea by the hand.
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post #12 of 135
12/12/02 at 5:57pm
Thread Starter 
HEIST
(ATTN: Roman, Virgil, Frank, Chelsea, Romeo, Bruno)

Chelsea smiles to Frank, a bit surprised at the mixture of emotions she feels. She shakes off his hand, attempting to be business-like.

"I am going to start my shift. You can stop by and finally open that account."

As the crew crosses the street, casually spaced out as though not one clump of people, Roman eyes Bruno passing by as scheduled. The slim getaway driver nods courteously to them as they travel the crosswalk in front of him.

Roman, Frank, Virgil and Chelsea are clear on the far side. The light is green, Bruno moves on.

Somewhere, not too far out, Romeo waits anxiously to start the party.

The bank seems new inside. Early morning customers slide bewteen the glass doors. One of the tellers has put on fresh coffe, a rich scent dangles in the air.

Sitting near the entrance in one of the seldom-used cushioned seats is one of the security team. He spreads a paper open nonchalantly.

The lobby is a long rectangle, running lengthwise perpendicular to the entrance. (From the door to the teller windows is the shorter length. From the left wall to the right is the longer stretch, as seen by those facing the teller windows) There are several cameras panning the floor, sweeping over the bullet-proof teller windows innocently.

Business has yet to truly begin this morning. Though men in blue uniforms and caps exit the back area (upper left corner of the rectangle, as facing the tellers windows), as though having just made a delivery. They proceed up the stairwell to the far right of the long lobby.
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post #13 of 135
12/12/02 at 6:14pm
Thread Starter 
LION'S DEN
In Downtown Traffic
(ATTN: Othello)

Redman carefully eyes the GPS tracking window, driving slow enough not to arouse suspicion, but fast enough to make the most of his time.

The blip moved for about 15 full minutes, until coming to a stop in front of a large hotel--the Scarlet Arms.

This hotel is an old, but classic part of the downtown landscape. Large concrete columns rising up to meet expensive brick and maroon metal. 16 stories by Othello's count.

The lack of surface parking suggests more space underneath. With a cautious eye, Redman leads his vehicle down into the first basement of a three level parking garage.

Prowling carefully, so as not to arouse suspicion, he turns each corner, slolwy working his way down.

Upon reaching level B3, he glides into a parking spot near the exit ramp. This area is mostly vacant, with a "Construction" marker and orange tape blocking off a large portion of the unseen parking area.

At the edge of the closed portion, he makes out Latisha's car. Fits the GPS signal to a tee. The vehicle is parked, ignition off, and apparently unmanned.
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post #14 of 135
12/12/02 at 6:19pm
Thread Starter 
Protection
Murray Autos
(ATTN: Paulie, Julian)

Nodding quietly, Julian slides up enough to get the kyey in the lockbox. He slides back down next to Paulie, just quick enough to duck a bullet.

He crawls to the passenger door, facing the two, and unlocks it as quietly as he can, then slips into the passenger seat.

As Julian negotiates the middle console, it leaves room for Palie to climb in. As Julian sits up enough to look over the dashboard, shots ring out.

The driver's side door sounds like it is being hit with hammers. Her turns the key hard in response.

"At least it's not Chinese," he barks at the Volvo, which roars to life. Julian floors the gas pedal blindly, ripping into the parking lot.

He looks to the passenger seat, praying to the holy mother that Paulie made it in...
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post #15 of 135
12/12/02 at 6:28pm
Thread Starter 
RALLY
Coldstone Civic Center
(ATTN: Forbes, Dino)

As the events unfold on the steps above, Dino sighs. There's no doubt some high-cost assassin doesn't see him in the crowd.

But that didn't matter. He had a job to do, and for once, he could just sit and watch and no harm would come to him.

As Comissioner Graves is seated, Avery steps to the podium to speak. With the slightest hint of European accent, he addresses the gathering, "It is with great pleasure that I welcome the new commissioner to this position."

He pauses for slight applause.

"An uncompromising beacon in our fair city, letting all elements of the criminal society know once and for all, where we stand."

"My gift," he continues after more cheers die down, "My gift to the Commissioner is a fleet of 10 new police helicopters, each equipped with the latest in crimefighting technology."

A canvas is pulled clear on one end of the makeshift stage. It reveals a highly-protected new design, a sleek black vehicle with dual blades, and an impressive compliment of weapons under each wing.

"Use these Talons as though your own clwas, to swoop down on the criminal vermin of this town!"

Despite the melodramatic content, his speech seems to have reached the people. The Commissioner rises, bowing toward Steadman.
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post #16 of 135
12/12/02 at 6:31pm
<strong>LION'S DEN</strong>
In Downtown Traffic
(ATTN: Othello)

Othello slips out of the car and stands up adjusting his tie and starightening his midnight blue suit. He glances around and kneels down beside the car placing a caltrop behind each of Latisha's car tire's.

Hearing some noises coming from another part of the deck, he draws his 45 and screws in the silencer. He creeps towards the source on the outside edges of his feet.

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post #17 of 135
12/12/02 at 6:58pm
Rally

McCready grins as Avery pulls back the tarp.

Avery, you English fuck, he thinks as he lights a cigarette. Those are some nice toys.

The former guerilla in him scans the ominous looking winged beast from side to side, up and down, looking for flaws in the design, anything that could be exploited. Avery had surprised everyone. These machines were, as far as his years in the IRA and lifting banks with Roman could tell him, perfect.

Perfect...and operational.

The freshly lit cigarette dropped to the ground, hissing in a puddle at Forbes' feet. (Gameplayer note: Water, not urine)

He began to push his way through the crowd towards the police officers protecting the stage. He hoped Dino would see him, and follow. He needed to know the status on the bank job. If these things were operational, and Roman's crew didn't know about them...

Jesus fucking Christ on the motherfucking cross. It's gonna be a slaughter.
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post #18 of 135
12/12/02 at 7:01pm
heist

Frank watches Chelsea walk to her desk. His feelings are fluctuating now. But the job is firmly in his mind. He turns to Roman.

'Okay. It's your show.'
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post #19 of 135
12/12/02 at 7:05pm
PROTECTION, PT. II

Paulie sees Julian slowly climb into the Volvo. He clears his mind -- he hasn't had to boot a car in years, and while he's pretty sure it's like riding a bicycle, he's never had to ride a bicycle with the supporting cast of a Jackie Chan film shooting at him.

All these thoughts scatter as he hears the ignition of the car roar to life.

"What the FUCK?!?" Paulie shouts. He thought that key was just to get INTO the car. This definitely makes things interesting.

The passenger door is still open, but the Volvo is lunging forward. Paulie leaps and grabs onto the door, holding on for dear life.
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post #20 of 135
12/12/02 at 11:00pm
Rally

Dino smokes a Winston Lights while he watches McCready from a good distance.

There's two things wrong with this scenario, he thinks to himself. One, the professor is one stealthy motherfucker; two, I'm a goddamn slow-as-snails fatso.

Dino tries to hide but he's sure that McCready already knows where he is. All he can do is to make sure that he doesn't lose sight of him.

It's a beautiful day, but it doesn't change the fact that his paisan, Tony, has passed away. Goddamn that fuckin' moron. Fuckin' moron. He almost sheds a tear but scolds himself for being a pussy. He's here to do a job, and a job he's gonna do. But it does make him realize that his time will come soon enough and he'll meet Tony once again in hell.

Suddenly, there is movement. Dino follows McCready as he nears the stage. He knows why and he's curious to get closer as well.

He could almost see his dead reflection on the metallic flying beasts.

Fuck me. Those copters mean fuckin' business...
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post #21 of 135
12/12/02 at 11:14pm
Rally

McCready sees Dino moving closer as well. He makes a subtle signal with his left hand and moves back, away from the copters but still fairly close (though out of earshot) to a black-and-white. He prided himself on his hearing skills, and concentrated on listening to the noises coming from the squak box while he waited for Dino to meet him.
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post #22 of 135
12/12/02 at 11:40pm
Thread Starter 
Lion's Den
3rd Level Parking Basement, Scarlet Arms Hotel
(ATTN: Othello)

Taking care not to be heard, Othello happens upon a startling meeting.

Several yards away, beyond the debris of the underground construction, he makes out his man. Danny "Three Rings" Tivoli. The turncoat was leaning against a sleek silver limousine. Carrying on conversation with...

None other than Linh Lao herself. whatever the two were discussing, Redman's attention was drawn to a third party. Stepping into view was...

Weasel.

What the hell were they all doing here? If the hotel suddenly collapsed, a lot of people's problems would be over.

But for the time being, Othello could only listen. He was too far out to do much, and the perimeter of Triads and Weasel's good-for-nothings would have made escape too much of a challenge.

He listened instead, picking up the tail end of their conversation.

"We tighten our grasp," Lao begins, "and crush our enemy."

Tivoli, nervous, speaks, "Let me get this straight... you want me to stick my head out again, let the rest of the paisans come running... and pray I don't get shot?"

Lao silently unsheathes a longsword behind her back.

Unaware, the turncoat continued, "I could just split town... I could just..."

In an instant, the woman's blade is at his throat. "There is nowhere you can run that I cannot find you. And if you want a chance at freedom again, you will do as you are told!"

Weasel laughs, like aa snake-oil salesman. "Bring them to us. The Italians want you dead, and Darky's sweet on you. Throw in Professor Headcase, and we'll have cleaned up all our loose ends."

Tivoli eventually nods, careful not to knick himself on the sharp sword. Lao slowly pulls away, as if longing to end him. She then turns her back to the thug, disgusted with his honorless ways. "If you were Triad, you would be dead already."

She appraoches the limo, as the passenger in the back cracks the window. "We are done here," she says politely to the mystery guest inside. A moment later she enters the other side of the vehicle.

Weasel and his men enter a series of three trademark black sedans across the way. As the groups prepare to leave, a panic stricken Tivoli makes his way back to his "borrowed" car.

Towards Othello's position, still unaware.
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post #23 of 135
12/12/02 at 11:46pm
Thread Starter 
Protection Pt.II
Murray Autos
(ATTN: Paulie, Julian)

Julian turns, braking momentarily, using his side of the car as a shiled to allow Paulie to climb all the way in.

"Sorry, Paulie," he utters absent-mindedly.

Just as soon as his companion is clear, Julian hits the gas. He drives frantically, no longer conerned with the care of the vehicle he is in. He smashes into one car, pinning a Tirad to its exterior.

While laying low, hit powers down the window.

"Get it!" he shouts, referring to the AK-74 dangling off the dead man's shoulder, just inside Paulie's reach.

He revs the engine, ready to continue the carnage.
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post #24 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:05am
Heist

Roman stands at the entrance near a security guard. Roman musters as genuine a smile as one can muster when they're probably going to kill somebody.

"Wife is running late, again." Roman shrugs at the guard, "Women." he offers the guard.

Roman casually surveys the positions the team is taking. Virgil in line, Frank near the offices, and Chelsea getting to work.

Roman saunters to the coffee urn and pours a healthy dose. Waiting is the worst part of this type of gig.
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post #25 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:17am
Rally

Dino sees McCready giving him a signal.

Well, this wasn't in the script, but, shit, fuck it. Dino then walks towards the professor.
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post #26 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:22am
Heist

Virgil tries his damn best to look like a normal customer. Hard to do when you can feel almost everyone staring at your face. He takes a cigarette out of his pack and put it to his lips before an employee taps him on the shoulder and points to the "no smoking" signal.

"Sorry there sir, forgot about it."

The cigarette goes back in the pack, Virgil goes back to waiting.
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post #27 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:45am
Rally

McCready waits until Dino reaches his side, and begins talking in a low voice, out of the corner of his mouth. It's evident that he is also concentrating on the noises from the squak box.

"I was sorry to hear about your friend," he begins. "We will get revenge, I promise. But these choppers-which have no weakness and are fuckin' operational-present a new challenge for the both of us. As I see it we have one of two options. Leave now, and perhaps provide Roman's team with some needed cover when these monster eagles do arrive, or we can wait and hear what the squak box over there says. Either way, we are going to need some form of transportation fairly shortly. Now. I have given this speech several times already, but let me tell you, as we have been through Hell together-though it was called Chinatown-and perhaps you will understand. You can trust me. I want revenge, but I would not betray Roman, my friend and comrade in arms, for even a free and united Ireland. It is our duty, not only to ourselves, but to our friends and our employers, and to the ones we love. For there was once a pair of brown eyes that waited once for me."

He sighs, his breath visible on the morning air.

"I ramble, but that is all gone now. My point is, we must work together like the warriors we are. The gladiators. The men. There is something behind this all..I can feel it. And wherever black is worn, will a terrible beauty be born."
He reaches over casually with his hand.

"Can I trust you, mate? Are we men?"

He smiles.
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post #28 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:11am
Dino has never told anyone, but he has cried like a baby during Mel Gibson's freedom speech in "Braveheart."

He feels the same after listening to McCready. The loss of Tony has been replaced by this strong-willed character.

Dino will definitely die for him.

"You can trust me," he says as he shakes the professor's hand.
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post #29 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:58am
PROTECTION, PT. II

"Sorry girls," Paulie says to his 45s as he grabs the AK. He scoots up until he is sitting on the door frame, half out the window, the assault rifle at the ready.

"Hit it!" he shouts to Julian as he rips a burst into the Triad members.
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post #30 of 135
12/13/02 at 10:46am
Lion's Den

Othello feels as though his veins have been filled with ice water. He bleeds back into the shadows and waits for Rings to pass his position. As the informant walks by he steps out and snugs the silencer deep in the man's ear.

The words leaving his lips drip like poison from a straight razor. "Now let me get this straight. I let you go and this is how you repay me? Believe me little man, when I say that this is one darky who is anything but sweet on you. I hold your life in my hand. Give me a good reason not to apply one more pound of pressure."
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post #31 of 135
12/13/02 at 10:52am
Heist

The tension, unbeknownst to the employees and patrons, is mounting. Roman watches the entrance as the door parts and a well-dressed man, early 30’s, enters. Chelsea gives Roman the signal by checking her watch; this is the bank manager. Roman’s senses shift gears the way he was taught, a rough geometry of the man is delineated and picked apart in his mind. Quickly he discerns the man, one Arthur Winters, is cocky and arrogant. His stride is determined and he ignores the gazes of his employees as if they were meaningless to him; they most assuredly are. Winters’ suit, tie, watch, shoes; all the very best money can afford. He’s trim, fit, slightly tan; probably golf on the weekends, light gym work.

Roman watches him enter his office and shut the door behind him. With barely a fleeting glance he announces to Virgil and Frank that the time has come. With that Roman stalks across the lobby and enters Winters office.
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post #32 of 135
12/13/02 at 11:02am
heist

Frank immediately shadows Roman, and stands outside Winters' office as the door shuts behind his colleague.
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post #33 of 135
12/13/02 at 11:19am
Thread Starter 
(Superb stuff, all around guys!)

Rally
Coldstone Civic Center
(ATTN: Forbes, Dino)

"Baby Bull" arrives next to Forbes. As the meeting progresses with the governor taking the platform and the mic once more, the two look to Palooka, eyes pointed right back at them.

Without skipping a beat, Jimmy leans toward Steadman's ear. The two look down at your position. Trying his best to be genuine, Avery smiles a tad, nodding to the two of you.

He is obviously very displaced by Forbe's recent erratic behavior, and is trying not to stir up trouble.

A large banner is brought in by two city workers, covering most of the front of the temporary stage. A new slogan is being unveiled by the governor. "Coldstone is clean."

Ridiculous sentiment.

As the banner passes, though, the two of you notice that Avery and Palooka are now gone, having disappeared behind the stage in the commotion.
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post #34 of 135
12/13/02 at 11:26am
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Lion's Den
Scarlet Arms, 3rd Parking Basement
(ATTN: Othello, Tivoli)

With the remaining crew clear, the basement parking level is now occupied by only two individuals.

The double-dealing Danny "Three Rings" Tivoli, and the vengeful Othello "The Mad Moor" Redman.

At any other moment, Redman would get a small chuckle about "Daniel" in the "Lion's Den". But the lions were gone, and this Daniel had a tiger to deal with. A freaking grizzly bear.

"Redman!" Tivoli shat out surprise. "W... what are you... look man," he panics. "I was getting information... it's what I do, you know that."

The man sweats onto Othello's gun barrell.
"How was I gonna find out what the plans were if I didn't get these people to trust me? Th..they hadn't forgotten me."

He clears his throat. Othello's internal "lie detector" doesn't seem to active as he continues, despite the man's paranoid and excited reply.

"Latisha..., nice girl. But ain't no way she was safe with me sticking 'round. ...now we can get all these monkeys off our back. Come on! I ain't lying to you!"

He closes his eyes and is heard whispering prayers yet again.

One got the feeling that Tivoli already owed the Holy Mother quite a bit.
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post #35 of 135
12/13/02 at 11:35am
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Protection, Pt.II
Murray Autos
(ATTN: Julian, Paulie)

After a handful of "drive-by's" with Paulie evening the odds, Julian swerves behind the main sales office. He comes to a quick halt.

"Seat belts," he chrips in a feminine voice, then chuckles. He reverse quickly, catching Bruce Lee's cousin under the tires as he rolls back.

Paulie then sees what he is doing, and scrambles to get his belt on.

With a screech, the car rushes between large metal crates... the kind that carry cars overseas... and up over a loading platform. Tie freezes while the two are in midair, crossing over a metal fence.

Paulie exhales, and the car crashes to the ground with a painful thud. Things have broken underneath the vehicle.

With a curious delight in his voice, Julian chimes, "Let's go." He is out of the car in two shakes.

Paulie looks up to see that they are now clear of the car lot, next door. And parked (permanently) in front of 'Ray's Gun and Ammo'.

For a split second, Paulie saw beams of light shining from the building's roof. It is as if Christ himself had led him to this place.

It turned out to be the sunrise coming over the building, but by then Julian had jimmied the lock open.

No sooner had a squad of Triads found the gate through the fence, and were upon the pair as they entered, firing into the glass front of the closed supply store with their machingeguns.
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post #36 of 135
12/13/02 at 11:48am
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Heist
International Bank and Trade Building
(ATTN: Roman, Frank, Virgil, Chelsea)

Virgil perpares himself. Crowd control is not yet needed, until Roman gives the word. But he keeps a vigilant eye on the 2.... now three security guards. If it comes down to it, Abrizza is going to have to make three well-placed shots. If not, he will have to corral them ino one place and disarm them.

Regardless, Virgil just doesn't feel fully preapred.

Frank stands outside the office door, attempting to be nonchalant. Chelsea struggles not to look at him, making a solid connection with her eyes at least once while he waits. As for inside the office...

Roman makes his way into Winter's office. The secretary is apparently out on a coffee run, or taking his kids to school...

The pompous businessman immediately looks to Roman in shock. "What the devil are you doing in my office?! You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Janitorial staff isn't lookingto fill posisitons. You must leave."

It is amazing how quickly the slightly aged man reacts. "Winters," he barks into the phone. "Security."

An audible ring is heard over the speaker.
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post #37 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:06pm
Heist
Winter's Office

Roman pulls the jack out of the phone and delivers a backhanded fist across the man’s face.

Roman’s eyes dissect the room and catch the spine of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. Roman looks at the man. “You know, it deeply offends me to see The Art of War in a businessman’s office. Do you know anything about war, Mr. Winters? I don’t think you do. See I think you and people of your ilk have played up your role in this society. Playing big shot banker is nothing like war.” Roman pulls the book from the line of assorted “How to Succeed in…whatever” line-up and throws it in the man’s face.

“Get the fuck out of here you shrimpy gook…” Roman whose voice registers slightly lower in tone without adding volume cuts off the man.

“I’m going to teach you, Mr. Winters,” Roman draws his silenced Beretta “I’m also going to be relieving you of quite a bit of this institutions financial holdings.”

The man’s eyes dart to his desk where there is most likely an emergency button for this scenario. Roman leaps the two feet between them and catches Winters by the larynx pushing him against the wall. Without a word, Roman inserts the barrel of the gun into Winters mouth.

“Another move like that and I will blow the base of your brain through the back of your head.” Roman shoves his hand into the man’s pocket producing his wallet and places it in his breast coat pocket. Roman retrieves a set of plasti-cuffs, courtesy of Othello, and binds Winter’s wrists behind his back.

Roman shoves him to the floor and then places his foot over the man’s windpipe aiming the gun at him. Roman takes his cell phone and reads Winter’s personal information to someone on the other end. Ending the call with…”If you don’t hear from me by 5pm…you know what to do.”

Roman smiles down at the man, “I’m sure you caught all that. Now let’s get what I came for.” Roman brings him to his feet and starts for the door.
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post #38 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:17pm
heist

Frank sees the shadows through the frosted glass nearing the door. He knows what's about to happen. Instinctively, he looks to Chelsea, while fingering the 9mms concealed in his jacket sleeves.
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post #39 of 135
12/13/02 at 12:32pm
Lion's Den
Scarlet Arms, 3rd Parking Basement
(ATTN: Othello, Tivoli)

Othello eases the pressure off of the trigger and removes the gun from the man's ear but doesn't bring it down to his side.

"And that would naturally be why you told me that you were coming down here and asked me to back you up."

The big man shook his head.

"I stuck MY fucking neck out for you Tivoli. Risked my life and future work for the family cause I thought you deserved a second chance. By all that is holy if you are playing me I will make whatever that Chinese bitch threatened to do to you sound like an ice cream social."

He raps the snitch lightly on the back of skull with the silencer. "Go get in the car." He leads the man to the passenger side of the Lamborghini and puts him in. He rertrieves the metal spikes and gets in the driver's side.

"Don't talk I have some thinking to do." He dials up 'Foxy' and tells her where she can have her car picked up. He then pulls out into traffic.
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post #40 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:42pm
Lion's Den

After a few moments of thuinderous silence, Othello speaks. "Who was in the limo?"
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post #41 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:48pm
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Heist
Bank Lobby
(ATTN: Roman, Winters, Frank, Chelsea, Virgil)

Frank hears the door opening, and step back. Roman emerges with a little less than his standard "in control" expression. Winters stays close next to him.

Chelsea looks down to her paperwork, as if unaware of the crisis. Frank's wary eye catches her doing nothing at all unexpected.

From his position on the floor, Virgil sees them from across the room. They leave the office (left end of building) and head towards the vault (upper left corner).
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post #42 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:52pm
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Lion's Den
Othello's Lamborghini
(ATTN: Othello, Tivoli)

"Couldn't see," he replies meekly. "Truth is, I would only be making the list of people who can easily stuff me into a mailbox bigger if I did."
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post #43 of 135
12/13/02 at 1:55pm
Lion's Den
Othello's Lamborghini
(ATTN: Othello, Tivoli)

"So what are you supposed to do next?"
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post #44 of 135
12/13/02 at 2:23pm
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Quote:
capteucalyptus (Scott Roche):
Lion's Den
Othello's Lamborghini
(ATTN: Othello, Tivoli)

"So what are you supposed to do next?"
((The following was transcribed from a Yahoo IM conversation, and continues the dialogue between Tivoli and Othello))

"What?" Tivoli asks

Othello glares ahead. "If I hadn't lucked in on your meeting what would you do next? How are you supposed to sabotage me and the rest?"

"Shit man...," he struggles for the words, "the bitch figured that since I was still alive, she could use me one more time. Bring you and Roman's crew... even that psychopath teacher, all to some kinda fuckin’ trap. Gave me an envelope... the meeting time and location. Then I was supposed to call you... like, panicked and everything... then get the family's attention. Figured the crazy bastard would just follow you guys in..."

"Hmmm...Well that helps. At least we can be prepared for that meet. So what the hell do I do with you?"

I guess asking you for a one-way plane ticket would be stupid..." Tivoli jokes.

"Give that man a cigar. Problem is if I turn you in to Roman he'll likely kill you and as it is I know that someone in the family is in the Chink's little circle. You've proven how little I can trust you on your own, but I want to keep you alive." He looks at the man. "Suggestions?"

"What if," he is genuinely scared, "what if we go to the fuckin' meeting like she says, like you don't know nuthin’, but come prepared, huh?"

He pulls out an envelope with a small picture. Othello glances over at the image. He sees a rust-and-sky-blue industrial building... a condemned cannery. "Coldstone Cannery" Tivoli announces coldly. This is where they are setting up their trap for you and Romans guys.

Othello needs more information. "Anything about the time for the meet?"

“Day after tomorrow, noon...,” Tivoli replies.

“That's gives us some planning room. Well. I've gotta make a cell call. I'm gonna let McCready know that I've got you and that you have some useful info. That should keep you alive for a while longer."

"Shit!" Tivoli goes back into fear mode. "If word gets out to the greaseballs..."

"Look if you had done what I told you to do you'd probably be out of this mess by now."

The little Italian slowly gets angry. "They would have killed Latisha... and then made me into fucking cole slaw."

"They don't know where you were do they?" Othello raises an eyebrow.

"Why do you think I got outta there?"

He pounds the wheel. "Shit. You compromised my crib."

“You did," Danny gets a bit more aggressive. "I UNcompromised it by getting the fuck out."

Othello's voice deepens. "How do you figure that? How did they know where you were?"

"The fuck?" He gets defensive, "You drop me off with an address... on foot... with these guys chasing you... what the fuck did you expect?!"

“Too much to expect for you to be careful I guess. I'll take part of the blame but if Latisha's hurt, well you haven't really seen me angry yet." The engine growls as he gives it more gas.

"If Latisha's hurt, you'd better blame yourself. I did my best man, stayed low and made sure no one followed me. Maybe your girl...," apparently, Tivoli is now comfortable arguing with the merc.

Othello snaps out his phone and speaks "Foxy." The phone rings. The line chirps a busy signal. "Damn. Foxy Cell." Five rings, then voicemail... "Baby. If you get this message go to your Mom's. Lay low." He looks at Tivoli. "I hate you Italians. Nothing but trouble."

Tivoli looks out the window. "We goin’ to get me killed now or what?"

The ride continues in silence.

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post #45 of 135
12/13/02 at 4:40pm
Lion's Den
Othello's Car

Othello pulls up McCready's phone number in his cell and waits for the professor to answer.

McCready feels the vibration from inside his coat pocket. He removes the small cellular phone and moves away from the crowd. "Listen to that squak box, mate," he tells Dino. When he's safely away from the crowd, he opens the phone. "Hello?"

"Prof. Othello. You'll never believe who is sitting to my right."

"If it's Lihn Lao, I'll marry you."

"Good thing it isn't but I did see her from a mere few yards away. More o nthat later. I have Tivoli"

"Ah, the elusive Three Rings. It's fucking spectacular that you have retrieved such an elusive quarry, but I'm afraid there are more pressing issues at the moment."

"Besides the fact that the Weasel, Linh, and some mysterious third figure have formed an unholy Triumvirate?"

"Yes. My former employer Mr. Avery has donated several police helicopters of the highest caliber to the force. They are virtually invincible and totally operational. You know of what I speak."

"Shit and our boys at the bank may be the first guinea pigs. We should warn them somehow."

"I've got Dino listening to the squak box on a black and white as we speak. I think we're going to need some transportation. How soon can you be here?"

"I'll have to get something a bit bigger. Give me 10 minutes. You're at the Convention Center?"

"Civic Center, front steps. We'll be in the back of the crowd. And Othello?"

"Yes."

"Tivoli goes in the trunk. DON'T eat him." He hangs up.

"Crazy white folk." He snaps his phone shut.
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post #46 of 135
12/13/02 at 4:43pm
Heist

Unnoticeably, Virgil moves from his current position, getting somewhere in between the vault door and the bunch of guards. His gun is firmly tugged by his side, ready to go into action at any time. He waits for what is coming next.
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post #47 of 135
12/13/02 at 6:42pm
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((Updated above post regarding "Lion's Den" thread and included rest of the dialogue between Othello and Tivoli.))
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post #48 of 135
12/13/02 at 9:41pm
PROTECTION, PT. II

Despite the bullets flying through the glass at the front of the store, Paulie stops and stares in awe at the row upon row of guns and ammunition gracing the walls. He falls to his knees, arms spread wide in reverence.

"I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth and touched the face of God."

Julian gives him a quick "are you kidding me" stare, and Paulie is back up and racing along the racks. Hunting rifles, shotguns, but nothing that really sings to him.

Until.

Near the back of the store is a door with a cheap, store-bought PRIVATE sign taped to it. Paulie checks the knob -- it's locked. Paulie grins. Most likely the place where good ol' Ray keeps the items of dubious legality.

He blasts the wood around the door with the AK, kicks it open, and steps inside expectantly.
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post #49 of 135
12/13/02 at 10:26pm
Rally

While McCready's on the phone, he listens to the squawk box. It's all a bunch of loud, staticy promises of a safer and healthier Coldstone. The people all around him are all smiling like cancer patients smoking joints to help alleviate their denial.

It bothers him that Avery and Palooka have already exited the stage. They have spotted the two, and he's awaiting for McCready's next plan of action.
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post #50 of 135
12/14/02 at 12:45am
Rally

McCready puts the phone back in his pocket and grins. He half glides, half saunters through the crowd towards Dino.

"Big man. I hate to give orders-aw, hell, I love to give orders-but not to friends and associates. We gotta leave Avery and Palooka for the time being. C'mon, let's go."

He motions them away from the crowd to wait for Othello.

Once they are out of earshot from the police activity, he says "Our cannibalistic colleague informs me that we will have a new addition to our motley gang-though he will be riding in the trunk. I believe you know him. A Mr. Tivoli?"
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