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Coldstone Chapter 9: ENDGAME
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Evening came early to Coldstone, as gray clouds merged overhead. The rain was now steady, as the dull-blue passenger chopper wove casually among the raindrops.
The twisting metal blades whirred noisily over the speech of those onboard. The shattered remnants of Coldstone's mafia spoke loudly as they pieced together their collective fate.
In the passenger compartment sat six weary warriors, fresh from a chaotic gunfight at Capella mansion. The flight was short--a ten minute span that did little for the ailing's recovery.
Clutching his stomach was a semi-conscious Roman Carvaggio, the wounded capo, baptized by the fire of Coldstone. Next to him was the unkillable Frank "Tobi" Tobiasi, a skilled hitman and valued friend. Across from Frank sat Virgil Abrizza, once called "Angel Face". The sweet talking ladies' man whom Fate had carved into a warrior. At the door seat, sat Paulie "The Jester" diVialoso, quiet for once, ignoring the pain of bullet wounds and staring into the mired sky. Resting nearest the pilot was Othello "The Mad Moor" Redman, a curious wild card who had proven himself time after time to his adopted "brothers". Rounding out the cabin was Dino "Baby Bull" Morinelli, Coldstone soldier and miraculous cop-slayer. No one was more impressed by Dino's failure to be killed than Dino himself.
Coldstone Cannery. An odd choice for a destination. Roman had shaken himself awake and ordered the chopper to land a good distance out from the building.
As the engines died, only the rumbling of thnder was left to intrude on the conversation. Whatever forces remained to be dealt with likely lay within. The death of Paolo diRossi and his crew seemed as only a prelude. A warm up for... whatever was next.
Something seemed... omnious about the otherwise harmelss Cannery. Inside the small, now silent, vehicle, the six men had their objective in front of them.
The time for discussion, a final plan, was needed. Between the group, the men had information to offer, things ot consider.
"This place was a former front office for Don Marco's smuggling," Roman recalled.
"Tivoli," Othello interjected, "was supposed to lure us here. Some sorta trap by Weasel and the Chinese bitch."
"Linh Lao?" Paulie offered. "Things have been too quiet since we made Moo-Goo Gai Pan outta her operation downtown."
"The two of them are working together?" Dino asked, catching up on all the information. The guy wanted to be completely clear on things before rushing into another standoff.
Virgil smirked, "You think Steadman has a hand in this? Maybe? After all? I mean, he wanted Tivoli out of our hands, so we wouldn't know this place was a trap... right?"
Frank shook his head. He thought back to events a few weeks past, and the nagging question that still bugged him from time to time. "Steadman? We know he didn't move on Don Marco, right? ...Linh Lao is working with Avery's former sidekick... the two of them behind this? The whole Tiovli setting-us up thing? Nah... Something ain't right..."
Lightning flashed. In the silent moment that followed, each of the men gathered in that cabin knew Frank was correct.
The time to hesitate was at an end.
(The Cannery is a very large two story building, with several loading docks on the south side, inner offices on the southwest corner, a large parking lot on three sides and a wall of climate control and electrical generators on the north central side. Inside the majority of the first floor is converyor belt canning operations, a large shipping and receiving department. Parked on the north side are several delivery trucks of varying sizes. The second story is mostly office space, cubicles, meeting rooms, etc. there is at least one level of basement, likely for storage, employee use, etc. Your current position is a quarter mile south of this building. If there are lookouts, they maye have spotted the landing.)
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/generallogan/Misc/Cannery1F.txt" alt="" />
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/generallogan/Misc/Cannery2F.txt" alt="" />
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Coldstone Chapter 9: ENDGAME
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Evening came early to Coldstone, as gray clouds merged overhead. The rain was now steady, as the dull-blue passenger chopper wove casually among the raindrops.
The twisting metal blades whirred noisily over the speech of those onboard. The shattered remnants of Coldstone's mafia spoke loudly as they pieced together their collective fate.
In the passenger compartment sat six weary warriors, fresh from a chaotic gunfight at Capella mansion. The flight was short--a ten minute span that did little for the ailing's recovery.
Clutching his stomach was a semi-conscious Roman Carvaggio, the wounded capo, baptized by the fire of Coldstone. Next to him was the unkillable Frank "Tobi" Tobiasi, a skilled hitman and valued friend. Across from Frank sat Virgil Abrizza, once called "Angel Face". The sweet talking ladies' man whom Fate had carved into a warrior. At the door seat, sat Paulie "The Jester" diVialoso, quiet for once, ignoring the pain of bullet wounds and staring into the mired sky. Resting nearest the pilot was Othello "The Mad Moor" Redman, a curious wild card who had proven himself time after time to his adopted "brothers". Rounding out the cabin was Dino "Baby Bull" Morinelli, Coldstone soldier and miraculous cop-slayer. No one was more impressed by Dino's failure to be killed than Dino himself.
Coldstone Cannery. An odd choice for a destination. Roman had shaken himself awake and ordered the chopper to land a good distance out from the building.
As the engines died, only the rumbling of thnder was left to intrude on the conversation. Whatever forces remained to be dealt with likely lay within. The death of Paolo diRossi and his crew seemed as only a prelude. A warm up for... whatever was next.
Something seemed... omnious about the otherwise harmelss Cannery. Inside the small, now silent, vehicle, the six men had their objective in front of them.
The time for discussion, a final plan, was needed. Between the group, the men had information to offer, things ot consider.
"This place was a former front office for Don Marco's smuggling," Roman recalled.
"Tivoli," Othello interjected, "was supposed to lure us here. Some sorta trap by Weasel and the Chinese bitch."
"Linh Lao?" Paulie offered. "Things have been too quiet since we made Moo-Goo Gai Pan outta her operation downtown."
"The two of them are working together?" Dino asked, catching up on all the information. The guy wanted to be completely clear on things before rushing into another standoff.
Virgil smirked, "You think Steadman has a hand in this? Maybe? After all? I mean, he wanted Tivoli out of our hands, so we wouldn't know this place was a trap... right?"
Frank shook his head. He thought back to events a few weeks past, and the nagging question that still bugged him from time to time. "Steadman? We know he didn't move on Don Marco, right? ...Linh Lao is working with Avery's former sidekick... the two of them behind this? The whole Tiovli setting-us up thing? Nah... Something ain't right..."
Lightning flashed. In the silent moment that followed, each of the men gathered in that cabin knew Frank was correct.
The time to hesitate was at an end.
(The Cannery is a very large two story building, with several loading docks on the south side, inner offices on the southwest corner, a large parking lot on three sides and a wall of climate control and electrical generators on the north central side. Inside the majority of the first floor is converyor belt canning operations, a large shipping and receiving department. Parked on the north side are several delivery trucks of varying sizes. The second story is mostly office space, cubicles, meeting rooms, etc. there is at least one level of basement, likely for storage, employee use, etc. Your current position is a quarter mile south of this building. If there are lookouts, they maye have spotted the landing.)
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/generallogan/Misc/Cannery1F.txt" alt="" />
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/generallogan/Misc/Cannery2F.txt" alt="" />
