NationStates Jolt Archive

Welcome to The Boil, a steaming hive of corruption, murder, drugs and blackmail. The city exists purely on the corruption. You either make your fortune here or find yourself very dead.

One of the most influential men in the city, Anguillo Julianni, is expanding his gang, and he needs more bodies in a hurry. The city is falling apart, and business is ripe for the picking...

OOC: Basically, you can join up in the gang, make your OWN empire in the city or go vigilante against the Mob. It's up to you.

where is ti based?

In a city called "The Boil" (By everyone, unofficially) in the north-east of Dregruk, where the Government can't extend its grip.

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OOC: I'l take on as the Yakuzaa (ha! I got it first!)

Do I have to work my way up to the top? Or can I just say "hey.. Im the leader!"

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OOC: I'l take on as the Yakuzaa (ha! I got it first!)

Do I have to work my way up to the top? Or can I just say "hey.. Im the leader!"

That's really up to you. You may want to be a gang that has started overseas and has expanded here, a brand new gang that wants a piece of the action or a gang that has been here for ages. I'm a mafia family that's been here for years.

Well, since this is an awsome idea I'll join. I'll jsut give some info on my gang before RPing:

Leader: Mario Divanouti
Second in command: Luigi Divanouti
Born: Largent
Gang origin: Soth Largent during the Civil War.
Main Buisness: Drugs and smuggling a variety of items.
Approx # of members: 3000 including smugglers
Known enemies: Anyone who moves in o their buisness located at the sout tip of "The Boil"
#1 Enemy: Gino Pianta
Hits in the last year: 150

more info will come as the RP starts.

OOC; Let's get this show on the road... you can join in at ANY time.

IC:

Anguillo Juilianni paced back and forth in his crushed velvet suit. He was feeling very pleased with himself, and his day was going very well. First, the local police commissioner was murdered the night before, by a hitman under Anguillo's payroll. Secondly, a few people in the local council were informed of certain photographs in Mr. Juilianni's possession, and how damaging such photographs could be if they were released to the public. Now, an easily corruptible man was in charge of the police. Business was ripe for the plucking. Overnight, Anguillo's men "Claimed" businesses all around the east-side of the city. The money from his loan sharking, speak-easys and protection rackets was pouring in.

But he had problems. Triads had started setting up, and some new gang for Largent had set up in the south-side. And word had reached his ears of a person inside his organization planning on taking over...

OOC: Drugs, murder, gambling, prostitution... this city has it all! Fight over land, try to take as much as you can without over-extending yourself, become one of the most powerful crime families in the city! Heck, if this works well enough, I could start a series...

OOC:

Wei, well then I'l be a Yakuzaa family that has been around for ages.

Largent I'l use your description if u dont mind.

Name: Zaurong, a Yakuzaa family.
Leader: Tong (me!)
Seccond: Mao Lo
Main buisness: The Zaurong handles most of the gun trafic in "The Boil".
Everyone knows that you can get the best weapons from Zaurong and allmost everyone buys from them.
They are also seriosuly involved in drug buisness and one of the biggest.
And to it, they do some good buisness with assasinations.

Approx # off members: 2500 and growing, the reqruiting is very though and few are accepted. The Zaurongs power lays within its economical power and that it has access to the most advanced weapon technology.
People wanting to join the Zaurong has to go through various tests of mind and body. If a person cannot handle martial arts it is not even accepted to the first trial. Zaurongs members are though, cold hearted and not-so-easy-to-kill.

Known Enemies: Just about everyone, Zaurong has been around so long and has something to do with just about anything, people are growing tierd of this and there has been some hostility (sp?) again the Family.

Rumours: There are rumours that Zaurong has got their hands on cyborgs or cyborg technology. Also that they are planning to assasinate all other Mafias leaders and anyone claiming the power of those familys and take the power themselves.

Tong sat behind a large black wodden desk, a small lamp on its surfce shined up his face.
A week ago his father, Fei Tong had died and left him as the head of the family. Though he loved his father, he was rather pleased that he died.
Fei had always been to conservative towards new buisness oportunitys, and the family was braking apart due to lack of leadership.

His father had an sickness wich couldnt be cured by anyone, no one knew what it was. So in his sickness he ruled the family to his death, not strong enough to take difficult desissions (sp?) he let it.. as they say.. just flow.

But now Tong was the leader and the funeral was to take place tomorrow, he hoped that no one would disturb it and it would go peacefully. After that, the other criminals around would have to look out.
Cuz Tong wasnt going to play easy, he had it all planned. Contacts had been made with Japan and the main Yakuza there, he smiled tohimselfe.

The first shipment would come in today, he wanted to see it first.
Tong got out of his chair and walked over the to the other side of the room and opened a door wich lead out of it.
Two guards looked at him.

"Im going to the docks for an inspection"

They nodded and he made his way to the garage (sp?) got in his black VX-Viper and drove to the warehouse at the docks.
Tong knew that he should go in the limmo instead, but he liked his own car more. The feeling that everything was under control.
Tong also knew that everyone else in this town would try to brake him down and take over the Zaurong, he knew that he had to make an example to show that he was not to be messed with.
Therefore the shipment, therefore the warehouse, therefore the docks.

He arrived an hour later, the place was well guarded and secure, he could see the boat and the shipment being brought into the warehouse.
The guards didnt even check who it was, they just opend up the gates and Tong drove in.
They knew who it was that were comming, they knew all to well.

After parking the car infront of the warehouse he went inside, on the floor of the large rusty metal building was several large wodden crates, inside even more well armed guards.

A young femal aproached him and smiled "Father Tong"
His grandfather had decided that all leaders should be called father, to make the employees understand what the relaationship was between them and their leader. He gave the orders, and they followed them. They recieved food, a roof over their heads and money, he recieved protection and loyalty.

She continued "the shipment has gone well, the police has not even dared to come close. we made an.. arrangement"

Tong shook his head "I need not to know what you did Lao, just tell me how its going.. when can we open them up"

"ofcourse Father, after we've brought them home we can open them up. No need to risk that anyone sees what is going on.."

Tong nodded.. "Wise"

He walked up to one of the crates, it was a little higher than him, a little wider than him, he touched the wood as if he tried to sence what was inside. Tong then surned around and looked at Lao "Well hurry then, we must have it opened up before my fathers funeral"

Lao nodded and screamed out a couple of words..

Anguillo's second-in-command walked suavely into his office. Anguillo looked up and motioned to a chair.

"What's the matter, Fredrico?"
"Old man Tong is dead, don. Our sources claim the Yakuzaa family has been placed in the charge of his son. The funeral will take place tomorrow, but this new Tong has already begun receiving shipments of some description at the docks."

Juilianni leaned back in his chair and pondered for a moment.

"Very well. This newcomer may pose a threat to us. I recall his old man was a indecisive old fool. Interrupt the shipment, destroy as much of their area of the docks as possible. I think we had better let them know we mean business."

"Si, don."

5 minutes later, 4 black cars took different routes towards the Yakuzaa docks, ready to cause as much chaos as possible.

One of the guards patroling the rooftop noticed that four cars were closing in on the warehouse, from four different directions.
In his mind, he analyzed the situation, either, it was just a coincidense.. or it wasnt.

He needed to report it anyhows.
"This is R1 reporting to Lao, four black cars are incomming from four different directions. please advice"

Inside the warehouse Lao looked at Tong wich had heard everything.
Tong looked back, "No need to get paranoid, keep an eye on the cars and prepare to open one of the crates. if nessesary, hopefully it is just regular people going on with their regular buisness, if not, they will understand that they are messing with the wrong Yakuza family today.
Lao, I am the father now.. you understand that?"

She nodded "yes father Tong"

He looked straight into her eyes "I will make them understand that Zaurong is still strong... open one of the crates anyway.. I want to look at it"

Lao nodded and gave out the order, three men and a technician opened one of the crates. Inside layed a pale japanese man in a black suit, black sunglasses and black hair.
The technician brought with him a laptop and inserted a cable from the computer in the ear of the man. He waved to Tong to come forward.

Tong walked up to the technician and looked down at the screen of the laptop and then walked up to the man.
He leaned forward and stroke the mans cheek, like if it was somebody he knew.
"So pretty, so perfect.. so deadly.. activate it"

The technician pressed a couple of buttons and the man climbed out of the crate. Looking straight at Tong.

"does it have the nessesary software?"

"Yes father tong, it has. shall give it our software?"

Tong nodded "please do so"

The software was developed by Mao Lo, the seccond in command in Zaurong. He was a brilliant computer genious and had developed the software wich enabled the cyborg to obay Tong and the Yakuzaa, know its rituals and its martial arts. Its traditions.
The technician pressed enter and the data went straight into the cyborg.
A moment later the cyborg cleared his throat, "what is my status father tong?"

Tong smiled and took the cyborgs hand into his, "Your status is warrior. and your name will be Zau 1. remember that Zau 1, you are a warrior.."

Zau 1 nodded "Yes Father Tong, my name is Zau 1 and I am a warrior"
The cyborg turned around and pulled up two guns and a machinegun from the crate wich had layed under him. Then some ammunition.
"I am a warrior Father Tong, I am equiped with my weapons"

Tong shook his head and walked over to a table wich was located some meters away, on it layed 20 swords. He picked up one of them and gave it to Zau 1.
"Now you are equiped, now you shall protect me"...

I own what you could call a "gang buster". we are a small but strong force, and all we pretty much do is be a independent group working for the people of the city, not the commisoners.

LEADER: David Lognton
SECOND: Harvey Gage
MEMBERS: 500, all specializing in assasinating gangs.
Weapons: Not too many, all we own is enough snipers to equip our members, and also some shotguns, although those not very effective.
THE ONE THING TO REMEMBER: We show up at random times, often when someone when know or love is in dire need. Never forget that you have never won until we are done with you

OOC: Good idea. No real reason to be playing a gang, but, I'll take on the role of, say, a passing merc(Shadowrunner!) If ya get my drift.

Char:
Name: Carson Percy
Age: About 23
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 250 lbs (Earth Standard Gravity)
Native: Northfell, The Supremacy
Job: Soldier of Fortune

Anyways...on to the goodness.

IC

Carson sighed and stretched. He reached down and picked up his briefcase, muttering annoyedly about the city they'd chosen to drop him off in. He grunted lightly, the briefcase was kinda heavy, and well it should be. He had that thing packed tight with a nice selection of gear.

He wandered along, humming. His long duster existed for the sole purpose of concealing his harness, but it also made him look a lot like your average business man. Apparently why he found a gun trained on him.

Carson raised an eyebrow, as the thug pointed his little zip-gun at Carson's head. The idiot didn't know anything about how to shoot, and Carson sighed.

"Listen, I'm going to give you one chance to turn around and run away. Take it."

The goon just laughed, and Carson moved

His right foot came up, knocking the gun from the goon's hand, and then his fist was blurring in, connecting with the man's jaw. The thug's head snapped back, but Carson had already pulled his KA-BAR D2 Extreme from its sheathe, and slammed the seven inch blade through the thug's rib-cage, and straight into the heart.

He twisted, as he pulled the knife free, then wiped the blade on thug's sleeve, sheathed it, and let the body drop.

Carson Percy was not a man to be messed with, and he smiled as he continued his little walk.

OOC: Great idea, Drugruk. Mine will be one of my characters that I use a lot and a band of his buddies going to take over the area.

Name: Ruph Rydaz

Leader: Claw Starling

Second: Mal Gordyan(Mal could be a nickname for Malicious or Malevolent, or just Mal...OOC: they've got weird names here in Maniaca)

Born: Maniaca

Main buisness: The Ruph Rydaz are a group put together by the 17 year-old adventurer Claw Starling to take over the Boil utterly. Claw's travels have made his family millions. When Starling gets to the Boil, he will figure out how to spend some to make more.

Approx # of members: 25. A group of Starling's friends who aren't afraid to risk death to depose of a little crime and have a fun experience. Claw knows that the number is small, but that could be a help as well as a hindrance.

Known Enemies: Primarily anyone, unless another gang is willing to make a pact.

Rumours: Nobody knows about them yet, eh?

......Claw and Company arrived in the Boil, and were almost immediately disgusted. There was vice everywhere, and you couldn't look around the corner without seeing a dead hobo. Each member was carrying a Ranticok police issue pistol inside their jacket. They were not powerful weapons, but were very silent. And besides, there game wasn't killing either. It was diplomacy, moneymaking, and eventually conquest. They needed someplace to get started, so they looked for someone in the know. Finding someone in the know wasn't difficult, becuase if they weren't common criminals, they were organized criminals. And you could tell the organized criminals because they weren't in rags or feather caps. 20 of the group stayed behind the corner while 5 of them went to ask an oriental looking man if they could rent out some warehouse space or an apartment complex in the area. Before the trip, Starling had created a bank account with 2 million dollars in it under a different name, coming from an island that didn't exist, so that if the mafiosos here discovered he was phony, they wouldn't hunt his family down. "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for some vacant space to start a business in this town....."

Mario sat in his office. He looked at his watch. It was show time. Then there were gunshots and a screech of tires. Finally the explosion. That sounded close. He looked out the window to see his 20 men surrounded by burning cars and bodies. Burn in hell Gino he thought with a smile. His thoughts then turned to the gangs latest drug deal. It was a huge movement. 200lbs tot he northern tip of the city. The armored trucks drove through the smoke to get their delivery. 200lbs of cocain was the biggest movement this week. He gave the signal for his assasins to get in one of the trucks as escorts.

As the cars pulled out he turned to Luigi. "Now, you wanted to see me."

"Yes, we are running out of henchmen. We need to expan our influence. I suggest we take the Reberito deal and make the delivery to Dregruk."

"They requested 1000lbs though, its got to be a trap."

"No, they are landing a hit on one of Gino's best men today."

"I want to see it and what they do after. If like we make the delivery."

"I'll station two men acroos the street." Luigi then left Mario alone. The mob boss then pondered the remifications of making a delivery to the most powerful gang in Dregruk. Finally he made his decision.

"Sahrah connect me to David," He said to his secretary.

The four cars screeched to a halt, and 4 men got out of each. Several began firing at the Yakuzaa posted around the docks with sniper rifles, while others simply blazed at the warehouses with Uzis. A few fired missiles at the various ships docked.

When they were satisfied with the damage, one of the Mafiosos opened the boot of the car and dumped a body down next to it. The corpse was of the deceased Yakuzaa boss, Fei Tong (OOC: Gets us a big gang grudge going on, here...) with a note nailed to his chest,

"Compliments of Anguillo Juilianni. We're taking this town over."

As the 16 men got out of their cars and began fireing at the warehouse, the Yakuza men began fireing back with heavy sub machine guns, the 16 men had to take cover behind the cars as the bullets rained down on them, on the other hand. The Yakuza men had to take cover since bullets rained down on them. A rather ironic situation since no one of the oppositing parties realy hit anything but the ground and walls.
Well, a few of the Yakuza men fell down to their deaths on the roof tops, the same was expected to be on the men at the cars.

Four rockets blasted into a cargo ship making big holes on its side, though above the waterline they didnt sink.
But the fire was enough to cause panic.

Tong looked at Lao, and then at Zau 1.. "Zau 1, take care of those.. whoever they are"

The cyborg nodded and walked outside, unfortunally the men had allready drivven away. But the cyborg recognized the dead body due to his software. Picking Fei in his arms he took the body back to Tong.

The expression on Tongs face was.. anger.
He ripped the note of his fathers body and crushed it in his hand..
"They have discrased our honor! they have.."
Tong couldnt make a scéne, but everyone pressent knew what Tong thought.
He spoke with a low voice..
"Anguillo Juilianni thinks he can do as he wish, he thinks he can remove my fathers body. We shall have revenge, they do not know our newfound power. Our cyborgs, but they will know.. Lao.. I want Anguillo Juiliannis head!"

Tong smashed his fist on the table with the swords, the swords themselves was unscratched but the table itselfe was broken in two.
He looked at Zau 1.. "you cannot understand what kind of discrase this is.. but a war has begun.."

Tong then turned towards Lao again.. "let out on the street that a war has begun.. and turn them all on! all twenty!"

He then got into his car and drove fast back to the Yakuza headquarters with his fathers body sitting in the passanger seat.

When he got there he put his father body in a casket and looked at him..
"father.. I shall have revenge on your behalf... you will see.. they will die.."

OOC: got to go now, I'l be back on monday.

The black cars drove back to the Juilianni Estate, all the men got out and walked towards the mansion.

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"How many did we lose?"
"3 were killed in the raid, 2 died from the wounds on the way back."

Juilianni grinned and nodded to Fredrico, "They got our message?"
"Absolutely, don. Word on the street is that the Yakuzaa have delcared war."

Juilianni nodded again, before asking, "What about shipments? The Yakuzaa were bringing in some stuff, what about the other gangs around town?"
"Ah, yes. That was my next point. Reberito is bringing in a big shipment of coke by the end of the week. 1000lbs of it."

Juilianni raised an eyebrow.

"Who has it?
"Some gang in Largent. Led by a guy called Mario Divanouti."
"Let him know Reberito's empire is falling apart. Tell him I'm taking over this town, and he'd do a lot better siding with me."

OOC: I'd like to join, I'd be store owner, who has a backroom of weapons, equipment and other hard to acquire items. He wouldn't have any alliances but he could set up deals with the different gangs/families.

Carson arrived at his flat, purchased outright from its landlord, and stepped inside. It had been modified to spec by a team of engineers, and he smiled grimly. Inch thick composite armor on the walls, gunports in the windows, concealed weapon depositories...

Carson set his briefcase down on the coffee table, and popped it open. He slid out of his duster, and the weaponry on his body was pretty damned impressive.

He favored pistols in close combat, and extremely accurate sniper rifles for distance. He also liked knives. This was reflected in his armament, and also on the gear in his briefcase.

First off, there were at least three kilos of semtex in that briefcase, neatly packaged in half-kilogram blocks. There was also a pair of M1911A1 .45 ACP pistols, and a USP Mark 23 Mod 0, with a KAC Sound/flash Suppressor and Laser Aiming Module.

Resting in that little briefcase was also a Heckler and Koch MP5N, with a KAC Sound/Flash Suppressor ready to go. Of course, his most impressive weapon, and his personal baby, was already in the flat.

He moved over to a window bench, and found the hidden catch. The top flipped up and open, revealing the love of his life.

Carson smiled, "Introducing, All the way from Murfreesboro Tennessee, the Barret M82A1 Light Fifty."

He lifted the big rifle from its compartment, and checked the zeroing. Ten rounds of .50 Raufoss Grade A Semi-Armor Piercing Incendiary High Explosive. In sinister letters on the custom-fitted stock, was the word 'Savior.'

He smiled grimly, and returned the big gun to its compartment, and sealed it away, safe and sound.

He moved to the dresser, and moved to gear up. First, he stripped to the compression shorts he habitually wore. Then, he proceeded to get dressed.

A pair of black ripstop tactical combat cargoes, fitted with kevlar pads on the knees, and a groin-guard of kevlar. Next, a skintight black tee-shirt. He slid his web-belt into place, then pulled on his boots.

Black Corcoran Marauders. Safety Toe. Jump Boots. His pants got bloused into his boots, after all, he -had- his wings. He strapped on his gunbelt. Three pistol holsters hung off that gunbelt, plus one mag-holder set, and two knife sheathes.

He had two drop-down assault holsters, one for his Mk 23 Mod 0, the other for his Smith and Wesson 1076. The third holster was a paddle holster, and held a Springfield Armory M1911A1. Both drop-down holsters held two mags, a KAC Sound/flash suppressor, and a LAM, plus the gun itself.

His knives were distinctive, one KA-BAR D2 Extreme, and one Masters of Defense Mark V ATAC. He carried a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife in his boot, also.

Over his shirt went a Night Force Fleece Jacket, reinforced with kevlar padding and ballistic plates. Finally, he slung his MP5N over his shoulder, and went to get his rifle.

The big Barrett got placed in its case, and he was ready to roll. He stepped out of the flat, and into the adjacent garage building. The team had prepared him well, and in that garage were two different forms of conveyance.

A black Triumph Sprint RS, and a specially constructed vehicle. The HMMVW was of the latest model, armored like no other, with a Browning M2HB QCB on the pintle mount. He picked the bike, though.

The sweet little motorcycle burned asphault as he pulled out of the flat, leaving it locked up behind him. Very locked up. Most importantly, the security system was linked to a beeper on his belt, and if it detected an entry, he would know.

And Carson Percy didn't take nicely to people screwing with his stuff.

Regardless, he needed to find some work. Maybe one of the local gangs was looking for a new equalizer and might have some work for an ex-special forces operative like hisself.

Maybe.

"We need to expand. If we're gonna smash the Yakuzaa presence in this city, then we need some dough. Now," The man in the suit laid a map of the city down on the table, "I reckon all these businesses are safe to take..." he made a circling motion on an area of the map, "Which means we get another couple o' grand in the bag, right there."

Juilianni held his chin thoughtfully.

"You are certain this won't over-expand us?" He asked, after a few moments of silence.

"Absolutely, don."

Juilianni nodded and motioned to the door, "Take care of it."

--

A few moments later, Fredrico ran into the office and dropped a piece of paper onto Juilianni's desk.

"What's this?" Asked Juilianni, as he began reading the paper. Suddenly he stopped, and began crushing the paper in his hands. "That ignorant fool... who does he think he is?"

The paper was a letter written by the local Mayor, who had sent out a request for action to be taken against the local mafia presence.

"Deal with him..."

--

An hour later, a man was lying on a rooftop, opposite the council building. He had the scope of his rifle focussed on the main doors of the building, waiting for the target to exit.

10 minutes later, the target walked into the assassin's scope.

*THTOOM*

The assassin picked up his gear and walked away, leaving the crowd to gather around the corpse of the Mayor. No one messed with the Juilianni's. No one.

Name: The Desturon Corporation.

Leader: Charles Desturon

Seccond: Karl Prator

Main buisness: The Desturon Corporation is a shadowy organisation which operates behind the scenes. Since fleeing Neo Haven Charles Desturon has slowly and covertly built up his power in The Boil, quietly taking over both legitimate businesses and criminal organisations alike to the point where his criminal empire stretches throughout the shadows of this squalid city. The Desturon Corporation’s largest and most profitable areas of activity have traditionally been people trafficking and prostitution although Desturon is currently extending his influence into the drugs market, making use of his contacts in Neo Haven to smuggle the latest ultra addictive designer drugs into the city.

Approx # off members: 2500 are directly linked to Desturon’s criminal activities, although those working for his legitimate offspring companies probably number thousands more.

Known Enemies: Desturon has always tried to destroy those who opposed him through manipulation and corruption rather than brute force. However anyone who threatens his control of prostitution and people trafficking can expect to be dealt with ruthlessly and it has recently become clear that he has turned his gaze to eliminating main players in the drug’s industry.

Rumours: There are rumours that Desturon is allied with the exiled emperor and former tyrant of Neo Haven; Shahael Vadian.

The man showed them to an old abandoned hotel building. Windows were cracked, Lights were busted, and almost none of the locks worked. "This is my old place. Went down when the gangs overran the town. I'll give you a discount on it. $100,000 no questions asked." Claw knew this was a fib, the guy wanted to make some free money for his mafia. But he had money to burn, and wanted to look like he didn't know what was going on. "I can make this place look like new in no time. Let me write you a check....." And with that, the Ruph Rydaz had an HQ. Soon after, they heard gunshots and explosions. The RRz smiled. The other gangs were waring with each other. The first thing Claw'd do was hang a sign up outside the hotel: The R&R Inn. The best thing about the Inn was the large(and suspiciously secure) basement. It was probably used as an underground railroad station for drug trafficking. Mal Gordyan removed a BtW Rigel laptop computer and hooked it up to the wireless internet. He ordered a whole bunch of stuff to make the lobby look like new. The rooms could wait a long time, seeing as how they probably wouldn't need to be used. The main thing was that if a thug came in here, they wouldn't know it was a thug headquarters.....

I will be entering now:

The Gonzo Family Mafia
Leader: C#1
Second: C#2
(Note: Names won't be disclosed. C before the number means the member holds a council seat. There are 7 Council Members.)
Numbers: 300

The Gonzo family is a very small gang, but it has established itself in many places before. It is known for its tactics and its diplomacy. It never tries to imperialize the markets, though has controlled a very slick market in the weapons trade. Recruitment is somewhat moderate. To get in, you have to be not extreme and thuggy, have somewhat good intelligence, good marksmenship skills, good assassination skills, and the ability to interact with others on a peaceful level.

The Family got its claim to fame when it stole the funds of an entire city when they were being cracked down on. They plunged the city into a depression, and gained complete control over its black market. Word on the street says that they have key spots in some of the largest illegal weapon markets.

There are many Gonzo members in the legitimate market, but they do offer some illegit protection and loans. The brains of the organization, C#2, is said to be one of the greatest hackers in the world, and has stolen over $500 million to be known in the world, and rumor says much more is true.

Place(s) of Residence: In the Boil, it is said that they live in an apartment building, which is owned by one of their members. This is also the rumored HQ of the Gonzo Family. The tactical experts of the family (including C#2 and C#3) have formulated a way for the building to remain substantially guarded, but still inconspicuous. There was never a release upon how they guarded it.

I suppose I'll join.

Characters:

Viktor Popov: A rather infamous thief/soldier of fortune. Recently stole a military cruiser from LRR, and 500.000 dollars from a heavily defended bank in Daikerta.

Age: 31
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 275 lb
Skills: Almost any type of weaponry, and vehicles.
Weapon of choice: 2 Mac-9 automatic pistols, MP-5.

Dimitri Popov: Viktor's brother, joined up with him after his bar was destroyed by hitmen hunting Viktor. Grew up in the countryside of Northern Hattia (A dangerous place)

Age: 25
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 220 lb
Skills: Sniper rifles and melee fighting.
Weapon of choice: SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. Combat Knives


Viktor and Dimitri walked through a dark alley in the slums of The Boil. They had fled offplanet from Diakerta after Viktor's bank heist and had ended up here. Though neither of them were sure how. Clad in black trenchcoats, the only sound they made was the sound of their boots hitting the ground. Viktor felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed up against the back of his head. "Where is your money?" came a voice out of the darkness. Viktor reacted instinctively, ducking quickly and knocking the gun out of the man's hand. Viktor grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him off of the ground. "I'm sorry, good sir. But that was a mistake." Viktor tightened his grip on the man's neck, crushing his trachea and giving him a slow and painful death. Dimitri pulled out a pistol and unloaded the magazine into the corpses face, mutilating it. Viktor walked out of the alley, followed by Dimitri. Dimitri pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled on it. Then he pulled out a knife and attached the paper to the corpses chest. Viktor then threw the corpse out onto the street. The note read...

Viktor and Dimitri Popov are in town, do not mess with us or this will happen to you and your family...


(Hire me! :))

David was a professional assasin, he had the best team there was. He had never failed a mission. He was now called before the biggest druglord in 13,000 miles. The hit was risky so he knew they would have to go to Yakuza for guns then handle the situation with Juilianni. Mario pondered the proposal for a minute before saying "Okay buy in no way will I ally the Yakuza. Also, I'm expanding my buisness by adding a unit of 1,000 men in north. Find me the best men David."

David turned and left as Luigi came in. "Mission successful brother."

"Good, and as for our Dregruk delivery tell them no but they will get their supplies. I'm sending new men so we get the money with putting the family in any danger." Luigi nodded in agreement and left.

Several hours later David returned saying that the order had been placed to the Yakuza and that he would send down men to get the order. Mario was again pleased. He sent for 5 armored cars to pick-up the men.

When they arrived the men stepped inside with David leading them. Luigi and his inner circle of guards were 1 block behind. Soon they were in the Yakuza's territory to pick up 1000 AK-47's, 100 Javelin's, and 1000 AR-15's. The rest they already had.

OOC: State your price on these guns.

C#2 sat in his seat at the desk in flat 13B, the top floor of the apartment, his three guards in the other room of the flat. This was going to be the hardest hack he'd done in a long time...or not.

He accessed the internet network of the city. Sinch, as the city was in too much chaos to have enough firewalls. Nor did many places have enough firewalls at that. After accessing the terminal, he found the largest bank he could. He hacked their money database, hacked the master account manager, and wired all money to an account in Europe, which C#6 had been previously hooked up to, and had that wired to the account of the Gonzo Family. The money totalled $50 million. He then erased the history and the recycle bin which would contain it, so that no trace was left. He had the account in Europe's history erased as well. He didn't want anyone to find out who did it. He then left the bank database, changed the IP of the building ports, and closed his connection. A job well done.

OOC:OOH can i join i am serious. If i can this will be my gang.
Gang Name:Calarthrim(Destroyers)
Leader:Christiath (Male)
Second:Georia(Female)
Main business:Assassinations,Mercenary operations and Blackmail
COuntry of origin:Christoniac.

History/info:
Started by Christiath an ex military assassin from the Christoniacan government and Georia also and ex mil assassin they run a merceneary gang who often do Jobs for the Christoniacan government too delicate for them to get involved for the exchange of weapons and credits.

As the gang expanded they set up operations in many of Christoniacs cities eliminating gangs and terrorists for the government.

Now a fairly large gang they are expanding to the international ring...

Jessie Niven had run "Delis St. Variety" for fifteen years, but he had always had ambitions to make large amounts of money as fast as possible. That's why he started the "backroom" business, basically he supplied people with the means to get things done, legal or illegal. The name "backroom" is a misleading title, as he has a network of gun-runners, car boosters and hardware "gatherers". Jessie knew better then to stick his nose in the gang politics, so he stay neutral, only selling equipment for discounts, never as a way to get into someone's good books.

OOC: Basically, if any of your members need weapons or equipment(vehicles, gadgets, etc) that are hard to acquire, my character will get it for you, for a price. It's Gernomalese, just so you know for next time.

Night Fell over the R&R Inn. The crew locked up and slept in the basement, with five members watching in shifts. Claw was awake most of the time, even when he wasn't asleep, trying to formulate a plan for conquest. They could take over the weapons market. Buy out the market for one weapon, then sell it back at a higher price. Or he could set up a deal with the Gernomalian shopkeeper where in exchange for some protection, he would only sell a certain weapon to the RRz. That would be more dangerous than to his liking though. He could deal in drugs, but he despised drugs and the people who bought and sold them. He could tear down the walls on the second floor, and make a gambling casino where the deal was fixed. He could, however, just keep up a "hotel" where he held some exiled gang members for a while for a steep fee. Yes, that would be what he did. In a few days, the sprucing equipment would arrive and they could get a real racket going......

Christiath walked up on to the roof of his Christoniacan estates and awaited the helicopter that would take him to his private jet that in turn would take him to the"Boil" where he would inspect his operations his wife and also second in command Georgia would join him Georgia walked up to him and kissed him fair on the lips and queried "Will the spec ops be joining us on this trip?" "Yes and why would you mind if they did or they didn't?"

Then a couple of minutes later a helicopter came into view it was his chopper as soon as it landed he and his wife hopped both covered in body armour and heavily armed they departed for the airport.

About halfway through the flight he recieved a phone call from the High council In Christoniac The emperor said the weapons and equipment would be delivered to the boil estate by air.

Christiath walked up on to the roof of his Christoniacan estates and awaited the helicopter that would take him to his private jet that in turn would take him to the"Boil" where he would inspect his operations his wife and also second in command Georgia would join him Georgia walked up to him and kissed him fair on the lips and queried "Will the spec ops be joining us on this trip?" "Yes and why would you mind if they did or they didn't?"

Then a couple of minutes later a helicopter came into view it was his chopper as soon as it landed he and his wife hopped both covered in body armour and heavily armed they departed for the airport.

About halfway through the flight he recieved a phone call from the High council In Christoniac The emperor said the weapons and equipment would be delivered to the boil estate by air.

C#2 reported to C#1: "Sir, I have completed the hack. $50 million is now added to the account, which now totals almost half a billion dollars. Do you think we should arm our men more heavily?"

"No. The more descreet we are with our weapons the better. But, you may buy the operatives another pistol. It can be non-silencable. Make it cheap #2. I want our funds to remain up." Said C#1 from his seat behind the council table, which was empty except for him, his face shrouded(sp) by shadow.

"Yes sir." replied #2, "What job should we do next?"

"I am thinking of starting an arms trading market. Do we still have the property near the centre of city?"

"Yes sir, do you want me to set up the market there?"

"Yes. Order some AK-47's, SAW's, and Desert eagles. I want 2,000 of each. If you have to, use the Council account. And prepare for another online bank heist."

"Yes sir," said C#2, and he went into his flat to call his main purchasers, and to get people down to the centre property.

CHristiath and his wife arrived just as the weapons carrier left back he did not have time to inspect the goods he walked in pushing the double doors aside he ordered the setup of the hacking program they would first drain there target of all funds before killing them that was how they liked to work he was currently draining money from 3 banks 1 very discreet millionaire and a very persistent terror organization.

He himself was a considerable hacker learning how to gain access to military bases while still very young.

He set up his operations room next to his bedroom for quick access.
He sent out possible contracts to each gang he knew of in the city and multiple shopkeeps offering services as a merc,bodyguard or assassin.

In an underground bunker deep in Mario's territory the northern squad was being recruted. 1000 men, and their weapons were being purchased right then. So far 500 top qualtiy men have been found. Mario sat by shaking his head.

"Tony this is going to cost me over 500 grand!"

"Sir, you will be the kingpin of kingpins."

"You better be right Montana."

C#2 just wired the money for the requested weapons, and had them hidden in the stores of the Boil Centre Pawn Shop. He then began working on the next bank. He now decided, due to the easiness of the last one, and having C#6 on hand, to do two more. He did, as easy as the other one, and got 35 million dollars from each.

Over the secured radio signal, he hears from C#1 "OK, #2 I want you to end all internet processes. It seems that there is another hacker gang. You are to lockdown all connections within a five block radius of our building."
"Yes sir. Will do." he said, and accessed the city database. He thought to himself: Should I just disable the connection, or just prevent an inward passage...He continued to think, and decided to prevent inward passage, meaning he would have to move one of the computer experts out to the Centre territory to recieve all money wirings.

He then accessed his folder maze, and retrieved his most powerful firewalls. He activated them one by one, and secured the ports on the building. He then did a block lockdown with one of his other files to be able to monitor the block. He was going to have to do some watching for a while...

Carson sighed. He braked, stopping his bike in front of a bar. He flicked the locking device into place...and took the key. His gloved left hand tightened around his case, and he stepped into the bar.

He walked up to the bar, and nodded at the tender. He took a stool, and let the case rest on the stool next to him, like his woman or something.

Regardless, he payed for his beer, and sat, drinking in peace. Incidentally, that was exactly how he wanted to remain...in peace. Unfortunately, things never stayed peaceful around him, not for long, anyways.

He felt the blow coming, and he was already moving by the time it arrived. He spun off the chair, bringing the bottle down and across his attackers forehead.

The man recoiled, and Carson studied him. He was built like a brick wall, shorter than Carson, but actually heavier. Of course, Carson had the advantage of being considerably more muscular, and each pound of muscle he had was of better quality...

But, regardless, Carson discarded the broken bottle and spun. His right leg arced up, and the safety toe of his Corcoran Marauder jump boot slammed into the man's side.

He felt the sickening crunch of cracking bone, and he knew the man was probably going to die. He followed his kick through, then settled into a pseudo-erect fighting stance.

His left hand lashed out, crushing the man's trachea. Better to put him out of his misery.

He turned to the bartender and ordered a beer, then grabbed his drink and his case, and walked out onto the street.

His bike was gone.

He had expected that, and wasn't particularly worried. He wanted to walk, anyways. He set off at a slow pace, singing a little tune as he went.

"Fighting soldiers...from the sky...fearless men...who jump and die..."

Anguillo looked thoughtful for a while. "You are certain there is another family in business here?"

"Si, don Juilianni. They call themselves "The Gonzos". They seem to be making background decisions; politics and so on. They would be a very useful ally."

Anguillo nodded and said, "Let the word go out on the street; we, Family Juilianni, are offering alliance to the Family Gonzo, in light of our common goals. Now," He said, motioning to the door, "Please send in Mr. Iannotti."

Iannotti walked into Anguillo's office, with the air of a man who enjoyed his trade. "Si, don?"

"There is a new building being built across town. The owners refuse to pay for protection. Now, I have other business to attend to this weekend, so if anything was to happen to the building owners..."

"Then it would be your duty, as a civilly minded individual, to step in and take care of the building, until such time as new business is available for it?" Replied Iannotti, with a shark-like grin.

As night fell over The Boil the streets got more crowded than on the day.
Ironic enough, it would be logical that the streets would get ampty and only those with enough protection would walk the streets.
But when the sun set on the horizon the real atraction to The Boil started, the heart of the Boil. The reason why people did came to this forsaken place.

The party started. All the nightclubs, bars, pubs and casinos started opend up their doors to all thoes people who wanted to try their luck.
People from all over the world came to this place, knowing that one might get shot. But on the other hand, one might not get shot.

"Father Tong, the Marios wants to buy some weapons.."

Tong waved with his hand in the air, wanting not to be distrubed.. "Mao Lo.. just sell the weapons.. I have more.. important things to take care of"

"Yes Father Tong" Mao Lo nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Tong looking out the window behind his desk. Looking out at the living night in The Boil.

Mao Lo walked into his office and sat down behind his desk, picking up the phone and calling David.

"Mr David" he said with an asian accent. "Your order has been confirmed. AKs for 2200 Dollars, Javelins for 3200 Dollars and ARs for 4000 Dollars, a friendly price to a friendly friend. We hope to do some buisness again. I will send over the shipment, we sincerly hope that you will have the money ready"

Out of the Yakuza HQ garage (sp?) three black trucks drove out, looking much like the once the goverment transports money in.
In each sat five men, two in the front and three in the back.
One truck for each weapon type.

They made their way to Mario's territory and stoped outside a warehouse.
One of the men inside picked up a cellphone. "Delivery for mr.Mario"


----

Tongs eyes searched the lights, he knew the Yakuza territory streachted far.. but he knew that it didnt reach far enough.

He looked down on his suit, this black suit.. custom made..
Tong slammed his fist on the desk and got up on his feet.
Out of the shadows Zau 1 stepped out.
"Father Tong?"

Tong looked at Zau 1.. "Zau.. get Zau 4 here.. I have a job for her"
The cyborg nodded and moments later Zau 4 walked through the doors, she bowed. "Father Tong"

Zau 4 was one of the female versions of the cyborgs..
"Go over to Juiliannis territory and take out one of their smaller hq's.. I have no wish to kill them all at once.. we will make them suffer.. slowly kill them.."

She nodded.

----


Zau 4 placed herselfe on a rooftop overlooking one of the Hq's, with an assault rifle.
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It was one of those new once recently developed and shouldnt be out on the black market, at all.
It was called the MX-100.
She looked through the scope, the lights were on in the small office.
The streets were not so crowded tonight, she pressed a button and activated the scopes heat-vision.
She could see three heat signatures inside, she slowly squeezed the trigger..

---

Tong had ordered in Zau 5 and 6 also, looking just like Zau 4. Two female cyborgs, and to them he had ordered them to blow up a Juiliannis warehouse.. what was inside didnt matter. He figured that it was probably drugs.. but he didnt care.

The two women got into a black mercedes, in the trunk was a hellfire missile and fireing device for it.

As they reached the warehouse they simply opened the trunk, activated the device and pressed the button.
The hellfire missile went straight into the warehouse and exploded, taring the walls and the roof into pieces.

They got into the car and went back to hq.

In his office, Tong smiled.. "Fire for fools" he said tohimselfe..

-----

The bullets sprayed through the window and door, hitting one of the men in the chest killing him instantly as the bullets ripped flesh and bones apart.
Zau 4 put the rifle on her back and jumped down from the roof, deadly to a human.. but not to her.
She quickly ran over the street as people paniced and ran for their lives, she entered the office and out of nowhere she had a small katana in her hand.
The two surviving men aimed their pistols at her and fired, Zau 4 on the other hand deflected the bullets with her katana and jumped to the side, aiming a kick at one of the mens head.
The man was able to duck and avoid the kick and continued to fire at her.

Zau 4 jumped over the room and drove the katana through the stumisch of the other man, strange thing though.. bullets hit her.. but they didnt seem to affect her.

The surviving mans clip was empty, he looked at the cyborg infront of him. Not fully capable of understanding what just had happend, she looked back. And to his suprice, she smiled.

Moments later she walked out of the office, leaving the three men dead..

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C#2 continued to monitor the block. He saw a connection attempt stuck at the outer firewall. He diverted it to the pawn shop's office with the message "Read Message Call C#2"

---

C#2 walked into the office of C#1's flat. "Sir, the Marios want an alliance." he said.

"Well. Let us see then. Did they get the message through the secure system?"
"No sir, I redirected it at one of the firewalls to the Pawn Shop, and #7 called me with the message. What should we do? Accept?"
"We need to give them conditions. As well as no-full-connections. We don't want to lose funds from any mistakes they might make. Remember, we do not resort to violence unless it is used on us. We also need to set a meeting place, one outside both our territories. I want C#6 to monitor the building's internet where we meet, and we will send #8 in to do the meeting. I want a cell phone ordered, and the number e-mailed to the Marios. Go to it."

---

He got to his computer, took an order for the cell phone to be picked up, found out the number, and sent #'s 10, 11 and 12 to pick it up. When they got back, he gave the phone to #8 and sent an e-mail to the Marios:

846-024-5596
-Gonzo

"Don! We just had an attack on our downtown office"

Juilianni looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "Every war has casualties. Launch attacks on Yakuzaa businesses; drug fronts, protection rackets and so forth. Make sure they are kept restricted to the docklands."

--

All over the city, vicious drive-by shootings were occurring on Yakuzaa gang members, bombing raids made on their businesses...

OOC: Small fact: The Gonzo Family's current members are English-Italian, but dominantly English. They all speak with English Accents.

IC: "OY! What's going on out there!" C#1 yelled.
"Bombing raids and drive-by's are occuring. Word from one of our street-information-gatherers says its the Marios attacking that Japanese gang. Also, that they were attacked by them. I hear a rumor that it was a cyborg." said his chief guard.
"Well inform them not to do any of these on us. We are not even beginning to do serious hacks yet. But, tell them if they do target us, then the proposition is off, and we will be doing our hacking for ourselves. No one will attack the wealth and power of the Gonzo Family without paying a price."

** Delis St. Variety **
"That'll be one fourteen for the gum" Jessie told the kid

The young boy handed Jessie one twenty five in change, Jessie gave him his remaining change and the boy left the store, already chewing on a piece of gum as he pushed the glass door open.

Jessie's informants had told him of the explosion of gangs and crime families that had happened within the last few days, he had never seen or heard of anything like it. Taking more precautions, he went down the stairs. Returning five minutes later, he had with him: Shark armour underneath a kevlar vest, a .40 glock with an extra clip and a SPAS-12 loaded with Flechette rounds, for the those tough clients. He shocked some "normal" customers when he returned with all the equipment, but he hoped that would make them feel safer in the long run. He sent out some of his men to connect the various gangs that had moved into the area. It was time to see what people had to work with and maybe form some protection for deliveries. He had never worked like this before, but radical times called for radical changes.

OOC: Assume Jessie's men establish basic contact with the gangs/families, we can RP the part about the deals out. What is the general atmosphere of the "Boil", I'm thinking Necromunda, but thats probably wrong.

When the call came David opened the door to find a man and several armored trucks. In Davids suitcasewas all the money.

"Put it in the garage," He said. Once the guns were put away he handed the money to the man. "Pleasure doing buisness with the Yacuza."

David walked up to Mario's room, "Are the men recruted?"

"They are. The guns arrive?"

"In the garage."

"Good, I'll send the men to their new headquarters in the north."

Tong looked at the latest reports of the events, drivebys.. bombing raids..
He shook his head "children.. they do not know what they are doing.."
Tong turned his head towards Lao.. "Hit them, and hit them where it hurts..in their wallets.. and let out on the street that the Yakuza is looking for an assasin.."

Lao nodded, "yes father Tong" the plan was to take over Juiliannis next drug shipment, Mao Lo got on his computer and began hacking various systems in search for qlues also making those important phonecalls to those who made the drugs. While Lao and her men got on the street beating up Juilianni members for information, if nessesary, some good ol' torture.


The Cyborgs were to protect the Yakuzas next shipment of weapons from the main Yakuza in Japan, along with a shipment of a new kind of drug, once on the market.. everyone else would be out of buisness.
Except Zau 1 wich acted as Tongs body guard.

"I grow tierd of this, many lives will be lost in vain just because Juilianni cannot accept that the Yakuza has always been here and are going to stay"

Claw woke up. It was already 5:30 AM. He roused the others. They would use the supplies they brought along to fix windows and light fixtures, as well as kill the insects that were kind of infesting the place. Mal Gordyan brought two important issues to the table. One would be to buy stockpiles of non-lethal weaponry: "After roaming town and checking out the black markets, I have found that the consistently lowest priced items are stun grenades, Tazers, Dart guns, Rubber bullets and teargas. I believe that eventually we will need to do some infiltrating to get on our feet. This weaponry will help us to do that. And if we find we don't need them, we can sell the surplus for a profit. Also, I believe it would be wise to buy some cheap protection. If we want to look like a business, we need that so others don't suspect we have some of our own. Also, gangs don't tend to like businesses that not only don't by their protection, but don't buy any." Heads nodded throughout the presentation. One of the RRz, named Dragon(Dra) Qyntell was well-known in Maniaca as a great spy. He offered his services to the group. "Not only can I spy for us, I can put my name on the market and other gangs will hire me to spy on their rivals." And with that, the RRz had some foundation. Mal went down the Gernomalese shop for the non-lethals, Claw started searching the town for cheap protection, and Dra went to several gang outposts to inform them of his services.

It was early in the morning when Mario received the phon call. Ring, Ring

"What is it?"

"Delivery in Dregruk is a sucess, what now?"

"Get the new men in the north settled in."

"Will do."

The new facilities weren't glamorous but were good enough. Mario now had the ability to deliver rugs where ever he pleased. He owned the buisness. The new building was already a fortress now it was filled with 1000 armed men, it was untouchable. No one would dare move in on Mario's buisness now!

Rich saw someone leave the building that he was going to go to, he approached the person.

"Hey, you part of the Ruph Ryderz right?" he asked.

His hand slowly slid into his jacket, ready to draw his 9mm from it's resting place. He stood five feet away from the person, trying his best not to seem worried, and succeeding for the most part.

Carson sighed grimly, as he finally arrived at his flat. He stepped up to the door, and cleared his throat. He spoke clearly.

"Percy, Carson. Lieutenant First Class. Knight-Errant. Devilrunner."

The door swung open, and he stepped inside. You see, 1st Lieutenant Carson Percy was a Devilrunner. A Knight of the Quicksilver Flame. All that mumbo-jumbo meant he was the next best thing to a RASP operator for solo operations.

And of course, RASP operators didn't grow on trees. Further, there were what, twelve of 'em? Something like that. Anyways, Carson smiled grimly, as he set his case down, and unslung his MP5N. He went to check the answering machine, and nothing was there.

Typi-friggin'-cal. He wandered over to a chair, and sat down. He felt the reassuring hum of background machinery beginning to operate, and soon, he began to relax.

It didn't happen often, he was strung pretty high usually. Came from all his little differences. Yes indeedly. He outwardly appeared perfectly human, but was he, deep inside?

The answer was no. He wasn't human. He was better. He was what a human would be if they were adapted to a two gee planet, but somehow kept the same dimensions. His bones were denser, his muscles were -more effective,- his reflexes were faster, but he payed for it.

Oh yes, he payed for it. His muscles ached at the end of every day, and he tended to get migraines a lot. But, he was who he was. He happened to be First Lieutenant Carson Percy, Knight-Errant of the Grand and Loyal Order of the Knights of the Quicksilver Flame.

Which was all great and dandy on paper, but in the flesh, it meant he was about the worst person you could think of to meet in a dark alley. It meant he was born to fight, trained to kill, ready to die, but never will.

Or so the posters said.

It was time, Mario had organized a team of 100 to take out Gino, the only man standing between Mario and 100% control of all drug exports within 500 miles. With the newly perchased guns the team headed south with David in charge. 1 city block from Gino's home they stopped. They walked the rest of the way and surrounded his house. 50 men scaled the walls and crawled through parking garages and private pools. The rest went into the cellar to plant a bomb.

On the ground level the 50 men encountered the first guards. David signaled for them to lie flat o their stomachs and to make sure all night vision, shell catchers, and tripods were securley in place. Once everyone was ready and spread out he ordered for them to fire. Bang Bang Bang Bang No fire was returned, peace of cake. Shouts were heard inside the house as men bagan emptying out. Without any indication of where David's team was they all died before killing a single man. Soon the only guards left were Gino's personal guards. They entered the house.

"They're up stairs," David said. The team then came to a room. One grenade and the door was gone. Inside ten guards defended Gino, they all died. Gino soon followed.


Beneath the house the bombs were stretigically planted. there were no guards defending the pipes or anything David had done well. Once everything was set they met the othr men at the cars. 10 men had died in the hit and they would be honored. As the cars pulled away the bombs were detonated destroying the house. They were the top dogs now. Gion was gone.

C#2 was relaxing in his office. He set his computer monitoring the internet to notify him if a red connection (Access from a foreign port) was made anywhere in the city, except from the block they were on.

The speaker buzzed, and he immediately got up and payed close attention. "A hacker," he muttered to himself "OK, let's see...record actions, enable in port (undisclosed), activate!" He began to record all actions on that computer to check later. He had an experiment to conduct.

The three biggest banks were in chaos. Their money was all gone, and they had no idea where it went. The hackers made a good job to make sure. But, there was a private account that he found out about. It held 450 million big ones. It was also said to be the most secure account outside the government.

He found the location of the port. In the Boil, a close area hack. All the more easier, because he found he was protected by the firewall up, and was inside that already. He accessed the least secure area of the account: The security system control. He found the code, and read it through carefully. He deleted three numbers in it. He pressed save changes, having written down the code, and the three parts he deleted. The security was down instantly. He accessed the account, wired money to the European account, accessed that on another computer, and wired it to the main Gonzo account. He reaccessed the security code, replaced the three numbers, deleted the history, and left as easily as he got in.

He made a call on his phone to the secure line to C#1. "Sir, I just did an experiment, which worked. We now have another $450,000,000 in the account, and I have totalled it to a number of $790 million. But, there is another hack going on which I am monitoring. I will not perform any hacks until I find out what they are doing."

"Very well. C#1 out."

Viktor sat in the cheap flat that he and Dimitri had rented. He was sitting on his cot with his laptop, browsing through the local news. "Gotta find some work, The Gonzo Family Mafia, hmm... Maybe they might like our services. Popov activated a special 'IP catcher program' and set it to work on one of their leader's suspected e-mail addresses. "Got it." The program detected an incoming e-mail and got the ip from it. Viktor opened up telnet and scanned the IP. "Seems like this guy is good." After a while, he managed to open the connection through the same port his internet connection went through and access the root directory. He set a message to appear on the person's desktop.

My name is Viktor Popov, I would like to work for you. I have not deleted the log files, so you can find me if you wish...

He then disconnected.

OOC: Hope you don't mind me doing this.

OOC: I am the Juiliannis, San Texario. Largent is the Marios. The Juiliannis are the ones attacking the Japanese and offering an alliance.

IC:

"The family needs some new blood." Said the don before the 3 men assembled before him. "A recruitment drive doesn't work as well as it used to... so I propose a jail break. You, the map."

A man stepped forward and placed a map of the city jail on the don's desk.

"In these cells are some colleagues of mine." He tapped several different cells on the map. "I want you to smuggle some guns into the jail, along with the message that I'm taking over, and anyone that was doing time is free to join me."

"Si, don." They replied in unison.

((OOC: Oooh! Tee-hee! Can I be one of the prisoners freed from the prison? Here's my bio. She prolly won't be one of the Don's colleagues, but she'd gladly lead her services to him if he did her the favor of busting her out.

Name: Lana Shiduki
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Scientist
Appearance: Click HERE (http://server5.uploadit.org/files/NeoTetraMagic-shiduki.jpg) for her pic
Info: Born to a wealthy family, Lana lived the life most only dreamed of. She gradutated from her high school with top honors, a straight A Honor Roll student, then went onto to earn several degrees in college, including a Masters in Microbiology and another in Nanotechnology. She is extremely intelligent, a trait inherited from her mother. After graduating from her college, she went on to sign up with a highly successful business firm dealing in biological and viral weapons, among others less then pleasent things. After working with them for a few years, she eventually became the head of her own team of scientists, and given a project to work on, a nanovirus code named "Syphon Filter." As the project neared completion, several of the scientists under her began to die in mysterious ways, mostly by means of internal bleeding. The project was completed successfully despite these setbacks as well as her own disapproval of what she was doing. She then began to openly speak against the corporation, leaking some files to the press to make the corporation look bad. Soon after, Lana was arrested for the murder of her colleages, a crime she claims her did not commit.
A corrupt jury found her guilty on premediated murder and questionable accounting practices, among other false crimes, and sentenced her to life in prison, where she is now. The corporation's attempt to silence her appeared to have succeeded, but she still retains all her knowledge, including how to manifacture the nanovirus...


I'll put her up for grabs, anyone who feels like busting her out, can do so. lol Yakuzaa, Gonzo, or the Mafia, doesn't matter. lol Hope this is cool, especially about the Nanovirus bit... Also, before I forget, there are some negatives to picking her up, mostly the big corporation that she used to work for will try to crush whoever freed her...

Might as well...
Name: The VersaLife Corporation
Leader: CEO Luara Hawthorne (http://server5.uploadit.org/files/NeoTetraMagic-Laura.jpg)
Info: A multi-national corporation with it's headquarters based in Krowemoh, VersaLife Corporation has branches in numerious places all over Earth. They deal mostly with viral/chemical/biological weapons reaserch and development, among other things, including but not limited to: Alien technology research, nanotechnology, genetic cloning and Psionics.))

Christiath walked out of his estate and hopped into his customized super car. http://danielsitar.tripod.com/mycarpics/id24.html (note it's not the type of car i just like the pic)

He immediately headed to the deli street variety in hope of finding some weapons to arm his new recruits....

The morning didnt begin as mornings should begin, it was the day of the funeral.
Tong had put on his cermonial clothes and looked down on his fathers pale face.

Some hours later he and his family, mother, sister and brother stood watching the flames of his father.
Though he wanted to mourne his father, he didnt have the time. A new shipment came in today.
A new shipment of drugs, the new kind.. totaly unseen at the market.

---

Tong got out of the limmousine and walked up to the private jet, his men were allready unloading the crates containing the new drugs.
Cyborgs monitored the surrounding area, this new drug would make the Yakuza king of the drugmarket.

The drugitselfe was small blue pills, working mutch like Ecstacy, but mutch stronger, and mutch more addictive.
The beuty of it all was that it was allmost impossible to copy to formula by analyzing the pill. Since it was the procedure that it was made that was the secret.

Later that day, the new pills hit the market and was given away for free at all Yakuza nightclubs, casinos.. everywhere. One pill would be enough to get a person high for seven hours. It was the new thing, word spread fast in the Boil of the new drug.
The street name was "Blue Heaven", Tong smiled to himselfe, another shipment would come in next week.. and there was nothing.. nothing anyone could do about it. heroin, LSD, cocain.. it was all in the past.. Blue Heave, or BH for short was the new thing.. and people just had to buy some more.

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The manison was dark and silent, those inside were probably sleeping and dreaming nice dreams.
On the outside though, moved four dark figures, night vision, submachine guns.. silenced ofcourse.

One of them opend up a hatch in the street, opend up a small box down there and ripping out all the wires, cutting the electricity to the house.
Taking out the security system, it would take some 10 minutes before the cops would get here, since they didnt recieve a signal from the manison.
On the other hand, with no security system, no one would wake up.

The four figures ran over the front yard and up to the front door, picked up the lock and went inside.
They stood in a large hall, stairs infront of them and hallways leading away on the sides.
The figures made their way up the stair and to the seccond floor, they knew exactly where they would go.

They reached a door at the far end and slowly opend the door, inside a bedroom with a large bed inside. In it layed a old woman, snoring.
One of the figures walked up to her and put a blanket over her nose and mouth, moments later she passed out.

The other three opend up another door, inside layed two men in separate beds, two clicks later and they layed dead with a bullet in their heads.

The dark figures took the dark woman, outside they put her in a black van and they all drove away.

Some minutes later the police arrived to the scéne. They could make the observation that Juiliannis mother had been kidnapped, no ransom note.. nothing.. she was just gone.

-----


Tong smiled as he stood infront of the old woman, who was tied to a chair in an unknown basement..
"You know who I am.. dont you?"

The old woman looked at him confused..but nodded.. "Tong.."

He nodded.. "Yes.. that I am.. you know why you are here?"

She shook her head.

"Your son.. discrased (sp?) the body of my dead father! And now he is going to pay for it.. I cannot guarantee that you will survive this. It all depends on if your son is going to.. as you say it.. play ball"

He turned around and walked out the room, the basement.. the unknown basement.

Mario was pleased, he was the top dog although it was not pleasing enough. He pressed the intercom button. "Luigi, get me Antonio Beunosvarez on the phone."

"What home is he currently in?"

"He is in Bolivia." Mario waited a minute before hearing his phone ring. "Hello Antonio."

"Always a pleasure Mario, why did you need to speak with me?"

"Since you own the weapons industry down there I am proposing that you send us your top of the line products every month and we will pay $900,000 per shipment. There is a high demand up here apperently."

"Sure, I'll do it for you Mario."

"Thanks." Mario hung up the phone. he knew what he was doing would piss off the Yacuza but greed is something he can't ignore, especially his own.

(This looks fun. I'll join.)

Gang: Kage Akumu (Shadow Nightmare)

Leader: Vladimir Romanovsky

2nd: Haku Inishi

Business: Weapons shipping, armed robbery, hits, mercenary work

Background: A renegade military unit from Sigma Octavus, they are a mixed unit of Japanese and Russian soldiers. They came to The Boil looking for 'work' and an easy way to make money. They are all heavily armed and tend not to stay in one area for too long. They have just recently moved to the Boil and are not very recognized, but they are working their way up. They have even begun to recruit new members.

Size: 170 Original members with military training. 372 Recruits.

(Basically your typical Russian para-military. Except with some Japanese.)



The SAW took aim as the large Russian man kicked open the back door of the armored vehicle. The vehicle, an armored car, had recently been 'acquired' by the Kage Akumu in a raid. It was now speeding away, tailed closely by several police.

The russian pulled the trigger, bracing as the weapon bucked into his shoulder. The first car took a stream of bullets along its hood, tearing into the driver. The car swerved and ran into a building, crunching and killing the passenger.

"Hurry up back there Ivan, we don't have all night." The shout came from a small japanese man driving the car. He had his katana layed across his lap, just in case of emergency.

"Will be over soon, comerade. I'm just swatting flies." With that, he pulled the trigger again, but the weapon jammed. "Crappy piece of shit."

He pulled up an M-79 grenade launcher and aimed. The driver of the police car slammed on his brakes, but it was no use. The grenade launcher barked once, and the police car detonated in a shrapnel filled firestorm.

"We go now."

"Roger that." The japanese man pulled into an alley way and parked in a garage right as the door shut.

Inside, the two men got out of the vehicle. There were about a dozen or so armed men milling about the garage, varying in nationality and age. A single man strolled up to the two hijackers. "Report!" he barked sharply.

Both men snapped to attention, and Ivan spoke up. "Commander Romanovsky, we have successfuly captured the truck, and eliminated all pursuing enemy. Mission success."

Vlad looked at the truck. "Good, now go out back, he have some new recruits to drill."

C#1(henceforth known as #1) opened his computer for file managment. He found an e-mail. An e-mail? He thought to himself, I thought C#2(henceforth known as #2) closed the connection? It was an alliance offer. He replied, as he could send one out: "Sure. I'll except. Just don't interfere with us or the Julianni's work. And remember, We run the major hacking here. We can control the Boil's internet network. So watch it."

---

#2 walked into #1's office. "#2. I got an e-mail. I RECIEVED AN E-MAIL! You need to watch this more. It came with a transmission from you confirming our latest aquirment."
"I know sir. I saw it, but I couldn't eliminate it, as it would have eliminated a good chunk of profits with it, as 50 million bucks from that went with it to your account."
"Understood #2. Tighten your security, and set #10 to watch the block. If anyone tries to hack us, I want him to notify you, and I want you to lockdown the city."
"Yes sir. And the shipment of guns is in the shop now. We have begun selling for a larger price. I have a question: Should I order some Javalin anti-tanks?"
"Yes, order 100. It won't put too much of a dent in our profits. And I want the city funds taken. I want it done first thing after you finish what I just told you."
"Yes sir," he said, and left to go to what he was ordered to do.

#1 sat back in his chair. These past two days have proven very profitable. Subtracting the costs for the weapons he ordered, he had gained over 500,000,000 dollars alone here. Not to mention the substantial funds that they had before, and what they needed to move here. They needed 1 black car, bullet-proof glassed, and bullet-proof bodied for each two members. As well as two pistols, with one silenced, for each member. As well as AK-47's for the higher guards. The computer equipment was costly too. Without all that mentioned, he knew that they would be over a billion in funds. But he didn't care. They could get that in due time. He pulled out a knife, and threw it at a dartboard above the door. He hit the bull's eye right on. This was going to be a profitable time.

Vlad walked into a room in an abandoned building. It must have been a library at one time, judging from the huge amounts of books in there. He had noted the presence of several snipers in the surrounding buildings, and also saw several bodies in the alley, meaning that some of the buildings had been occupied until only recently.

He sat down in a large chair and nodded to the seven men and women who sat around him. "Status report."

A woman in her late twenties spoke up. "Sir, we have gathered quite a bit of intelligence on the major players in this city. We have the Juiluiannis and the Gonzos, both mafia. We also have a number of Yakuza and some former military. Also, reports of a large corporation involved in crime. All seem to be quite competent. Then there are the other gangs and assassins. The Juiliannis are currently in a street war with a Yakuza, and we could possibly take advantage of one of the sides.

Vlad nodded at her, thanking her for the detailed report. She slid him a folder containing profiles on the leaders of most of the organizations.

Vlad then looked to two men sitting off to the side. "Carl, Dimitri, you two take your squads and tail the Juiliannis and the Yakuza. Carl, you get the Yakuza, you know more about their type of organization."

Both men nodded and stood up. They exited through seperate exits.

He looked at the beautiful young woman sitting in the corner. "Amilia."

She looked at him and practically purred,"Yes?"

"You, my dear, are to approach the Juiliannis with an offer of weapons supply and mercenary work. Be persistant, this could be a very wise business investment."

He walked up and slid his hand along her inner thigh. He pulled out a small hidden knife, and tested the blade. It cut his finger easily. He handed it back to her, and she replaced it in its sheath.

He smiled,"Just making sure you were prepared."

"Sure you were."

Vlad stood up and turned around, clapping his hands together. "Well comrades, this is all coming together nicely. Continue on with your former assignments, and inform me if anything of interest comes up.

OOC: I've been thinking about diversifying Khar Vadis; this seems like a good opportunity for that.
Khar Vadis (sometimes called the Brethren of Khar Vadis):
A complicated group... part criminal organization, part mercenary band, and partially an obscure cult. They are best know for their terrorist activities, but have been known to get involved in anything that primarily involves killing people. There are rumors about strange sorceries and powers under control of the highest members of Khar Vadis, and they are known to have a strange sense of honor. Current membership is 443 million, but they are unlikely to involve more than 1,000 in any one place, and that many only for something especially important. Even those who don't know much about them would probably be familiar with the name.
Is it OK if I bring some of them in? Also, what are the exact rules about the setting? I notice a few things that seem future tech; would minor magic or psi powers be allowed?
(To those for whom this has meaning, Khar Vadis is the native language of Kazar-Tiyon....)

OOC: I've been thinking about diversifying Khar Vadis; this seems like a good opportunity for that.
Khar Vadis (sometimes called the Brethren of Khar Vadis):
A complicated group... part criminal organization, part mercenary band, and partially an obscure cult. They are best know for their terrorist activities, but have been known to get involved in anything that primarily involves killing people. There are rumors about strange sorceries and powers under control of the highest members of Khar Vadis, and they are known to have a strange sense of honor. Current membership is 443 million, but they are unlikely to involve more than 1,000 in any one place, and that many only for something especially important. Even those who don't know much about them would probably be familiar with the name.
Is it OK if I bring some of them in? Also, what are the exact rules about the setting? I notice a few things that seem future tech; would minor magic or psi powers be allowed?
(To those for whom this has meaning, Khar Vadis is the native language of Kazar-Tiyon....)

The vast majority of this RP is modern. I'm trying to keep it semi-realistic, so magic and psi powers are out of the question. Exact rules about the setting... you'll pick it up pretty quickly.

IC:

"MY MOTHER?!" Roared the don, as he slammed his fist into his desk.

"Si, don. There are... no demands. There wasn't even a ransom note!"

"The Yakuza will pay for this..."

OOC: OK. I'll keep it realistic... rumors can just be rumors.
IC: Three black cars drove into The Boil, and parked in a dark alley. Four peole got out of each, and they gathered in a group... one person watching each end, and the rest facing inwards.
A few muggers looked at the heavily armed band and quietly retreated...
"Darnok, take your crew and start looking for contacts. I'm sure someone will be curious about us... You know how much they can be told. Torgu, find us a headquarters. Both of you report here when you're done; I'll be waiting."
The two named groups returned to their cars and headed off; the speaker, who was dressed in strange clothing of black, red, and gray, got back into his car to wait. The three remaining people also got into the car, two facing backwards.

"MY MOTHER?!" Roared the don, as he slammed his fist into his desk.

"Si, don. There are... no demands. There wasn't even a ransom note!"

"The Yakuza will pay for this..."[/quote]

Christiath recieved a phone call right before he pulled up at the Deli street variety he turned around and drove away.

His sources told him that the "Don"'s mother had been taken he saw an oppurtunity for work.

He pulled out his mobile phone and rang Jullianni...

"Okay, I want these businesses here.... Excuse me a moment." Said the don, as he was interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Anguillo Juilianni. Who is this?"

---

Meanwhile, the jail break was in full swing. The weapons had been given to the right people, and soon every cellmate was pouring through the prison's corridors. A few sickos stayed behind to torture the policemen, but that was expected.

Outside the prison, a half-dozen black cars were parked in a semi-circle, behind them stood a row of smartly dressed men armed with sub-machine guns. When anyone came out, the guns were aimed at them and they were given the oppertunity to join the Juiliannis...

Word had spread fast over the streets of the new drug Blue Heaven and the amazing things it did. Yakuza casinos and nightclubs were quickly filled with people, and buisness went real good.

Tong knew that someone else was shipping in a huge shipment of cocain or.. whatever.. to bad for them.

The word on the street was "Blue Heaven is the best shit ever!"

He also knew this would upset the other criminals in this town, but he didnt worry. Tong smiled at Zau 1, he had his protection.. and there was nothing they could do.



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Mao Lo sat infront of his computer, doing his regular hacking observing.
Just a regular check on the surrounding networks in The Boil, he observed some rather odd things that had happend.
Someone was apperantly on a hacking spree, going into various systems and grabbing whatever money they could get their hands on.
To the Yakuza it was medium sized money, on the other hand.. it was allarming.
He knew that the Yakuza accounts were allmost impossible to hack into, and even if one did. It would take some 7 seconds to track the IP back to its source. That was the beuty if his security system, there were holes in the firewall where one could hack into, it wasnt obvious that he had left them there on purpose.
Once anyone hacked in that way, the IP was tracked back. And then the Yakuza would pay a little visit.

He continued to monitor this new hacker on what he did.

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Lao tapped Tong on the shoulder, "Father Tong.. Mario has ordered weapons from Antonio Beunosvarez in bolivia"
Tong smiled before he bursted into laughter..
"so they dont know where he gets his weapons, lets pretend that we are mad. Though we dont get no mone.. but the Yakuza will.. send them a gift, and a message.. that we are the only one who delivers guns in this town" he smiled.

---

Some hours later, a car exploded outside Marios favourite restaurant, Lao gave him a call "Keep your new guns, but remember that next time.. you order them from us!"

---

The Yakuza was on the move, the new drugs made them rich and they were the only once who could supply them. Cyborgs to protect them...
Juilianni was about to become a memory.

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On the other side of the ocean, in Japan a ship left the harbour. The ship was loaded with Yakuza men and women, other gangs recruited on the streets. The Yakuza on the other hand, they had people the looked up them to join..

OOC: I'll join in.

Name: The Vermillion Family
Leader: Charles Vermillion (http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/17.jpg)
Second: Jacob Vermillion
Origins: Imperial Ruskkia
Main buisness: Smuggling mostly Ruskkie liquor into the Boil, also other goods. Gun running when the money's 'good'. The odd one or two robberies, plus air piracy.

Approx # off members: UNKOWN, power base in Ruskkia.

Enemies: UNKOWN, a couple of other Ruskkie families and anyone who cross their path.

Notes: The Vermillion family is well known for making used of cargo zepplins for their businesses and also uses piston prop planes such as the Brigand and the Defender (pics on request).

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Location; Disused wharehouse site in the Southside.

A truck waits with its engine running as beer barrels and cartes are loaded up, a man stands watch over the workers. "Hurry up, Jacob ain't gonna be pleased when word gets to his old man that our deliveries get held up by you lot!"

One of the men stop and looked up. "It'll be great Chuck if ya gives us a hand."

"No way, I'm the one keeping an eye in case the cops show up."

"Dammit, the cops don't give a damn in this city. Thats why Charles Vermillion chose it ta expand his 'empire' outside of Ruskkia."

A voice ring out from the shadows across the yard. "If the cops do turn give a damn, they ain't gonna have trouble finding you lot with all that noise."

Chuck cursed. "Damn. Its Jacob."

The other men swore under there breaths.

Christiath Said over the phone"It's an anonymous friend my sources tell me that your mother was kidnapped would you appreciate a little help in getting her back for a small price?"

OOC: Hey Dregruk is it all right that I created my own 'hood'?

Its mainly going to be the main area of operations of the Vermillions. Its mainly slums with the odd one or two industries on the edge of the hood and wharehosues scattered all around.

Presumly there is an ex-government building which the Vermillions are using for their HQ.

Also I was wondering if somebody could bust up one of the Vermillion's wharehouse operations?

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A short later in another part of the city known as the Ruskkie Slums district Charles Vermillion, head of the Vermillion family, was being driven to the Vermillion's new house of residence. A number of Ruskkies who lived in the slums stood sliently in the street watching the car drive past. Charles turned to faced Jacob.

"Yes my son a large number of Ruskkies live here, mainly those lucky enough to flee the homeland during the civil war. All of them from former Upper and middle classes who escaped from the socalist government and the lower classes who fled during the times of fighting. It deson't matter now that they are all lucky enough to have a couple of pennies in their pockets."

Jacob stayed quiet, Charles carried on none the less. "We are to to offer them work and protection, after all Ruskkies look after their fellow Ruskkies when the time calls for it."

"Should be useful when the cops decide to pay us a visit."

"Yes indeed my son."

The car pulled up outside a block of flats that was at least still in good shape. The building displayed a style of the early 20th century with Art Decro to its fullest inside as Vermillion noticed.

A group of men in simple workers clothes stood guard both inside and out with Tommy guns, shotguns and rifles.

http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/CamdenPostcard57-ElksYMCA.jpg

After Jacon had left to deal with some 'business', Charles Vermillion was busy typing out a telegraph.

'The guns shipment is to be shipped out around ASAP STOP Watch out for the Yakuza COMMA make sure double escort for the cargo zepplin Helridge STOP Do not screw up STOP Vermillion ENDIT'

Charles Vermillion ordered for it to be sent right now, before opeing a bottle of Pride of Ruskkia wine.

Meanwhile the Helridge started its trip with its shipment of guns and ammo.

http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/blimp2.jpg

"We're losing business, you morons! The Yakuza are bleeding us dry, while you all say, 'We've got it under control, don.'. I want results! Smash their shipping rings, steal their cars, murder their leaders... I DON'T CARE. But you slackjaws had better start turning in concrete proof of our dominance in this city..."

--

All over the city, Yakuza shipments of Blue Heaven were ambushed by teams of Mafiosos with rocket launchers or grenades, the cars of gang members were wired up with C4 plastique, and snipers picked off any Yakuza who dared to stray too close to the north-east...

*Lana laid on the bed in her cell, staring at the wall. She could hear gunfire somewhere in the prison, and it was steadily getting closer.*

Lana: "Looks like a prison break... Oh well..."

*Suddenly, she heard the lock to her cell being unlocked, and she got quickly to her feet. The cell doors swings open, to reveal two inmates. They looked at her with a lecherious grin.*

Inmate 1: '"Eh heh heh heh... Come here baby... Let's have some fun..."

*haking her head, she went forward willingly, then kicked the nearest man in the groins, bringing him to his knees in agony. The other pulled a shank, and came at her, but she effortlessly parried his thrust. Seeing her opening, she made a ran for it, grabbing the cell door handle and swinging it shut as she left. That'd teach them to try and mess with her. next stop, freedom. she made quickly for the prison exit, stopping to pick up a handgun from a fallen policeman, the majority of his head splattered on the wall which his body was resting against. It surprised her that he still had it. Maybe it was just overlooked in favor of his shotgun, or whatever. Properly armed, Lana made her way to the Prison exit. As she exited the building, she found a semi-circle of black cars, behind them a row of well dressed men with Uzis. he guns focused on her.*

Lana: "Great... What now?"

Mafioso: "You there! Come here."

*Sighing and running a hand through her hair, Lana complied, moving forward towards the men. Thw guns followed her. It appeared to be a prison break of somekind, as she saw several other inmates with these well dressed men.*

Lana: "Yes?"

Mafioso: "The Juilianni family arranged for this prison break. I'd say you owe them a favor in return. Join the family Juilianni..."

Lana: "Family Juilianni...? Some sort of Mafia? Eh, they can't be any worse then Versaife. Sure, count me in. Can I see the Don? I'm not goon squad material, but I'm pretty sure my knowledge can be useful to him... Or her, whichever the Don is..."

[TAG Dregruk]

#2 continued to watch the network. "Man, they keep hacking this stuff. Seems routine, quick hacks. I should start timing all red connections." He set the timer to be triggered by connection changing green to red, and red to green.

A small child played on the pavement in the grass, the occasional imitated truck sound grumbling from him. Standing beside him was his elder brother, selling lemonade behind a fold-up desk. A comical 10c sign folded over the front had attracted many customers that day. Two men in black suits walked over to the table, and ordered two glasses. The boy gladly handed them over, and received a dollar.

The men walked through the gates off of the pavement, into a large mansion - containing possibly 40 rooms - and disapeared behind some heavy double doors.

"Bloody hell, how much money do we have left?" Dimitri pulled a few bills out of his pocket, "About $35..." Viktor slammed his fist down on the table, "I need to find some work or something." He got up out of his chair and pulled out his guns from under the bed. "Let's go pay the bank a visit." Dimitri grinned and grabbed his gun. They then walked out of the door and over to their car.

20 minutes later

They pulled up in front of the largest bank in the area and exited the vehicle. "Remember, leave only one of them alive." Viktor muttered to Dimitri. Viktor strode up to the door and walked in, flanked by Dimitri. He walked up to the teller. "I would like access to your vault." The tellers face showed complete disbelief. "You can't do that sir." Viktor flashed a wide smile, "I can't can I?" He withdrew his 2 MAC-9s from his coat. "I believe these little guys say I can..." The teller nodded and walked over to the vault and after a few seconds opened it. Viktor and Dimitri stuffed their pockets with cash. "Sorry I have to do this, nothing personal." Viktor sent a bullet into the man's head. The other tellers and customers tried to run but they were cut down by Dimitri's AK. The one security guard withdrew his pistol but took a bullet to the face before he could fire. Dimitri then set to work on a block of C4 he had brought along. Viktor walked over behind the counter where a teller was hiding. He picked the man up, "Do you know who I am?" The man shook his head, "I am Viktor Popov, and this is my brother Dimitri. We are not going to kill you, You will run and tell everyone you see who did this, right?" The man nodded. Viktor threw him over the counter, the man picked himself up and ran out of the door screaming wildly. A few minutes later Dimitri and Viktor walked out of the bank. Viktor nodded and Dimitri withdrew a detonator from his coat. Dimitri then climbed in the passenger seat of the car and Viktor in the driver's seat and they drove off. About 2 minutes later, Dimitri asked. "Are we far enough away?" Viktor nodded and Dimitri pressed the detonator.

BOOM!

(Someone hire me! :))

#2 was roused by an alarm in his room going off. He recognized it as a server alarm. He went to his computer that was monitoring the Boil's connection, seing that an entire block had lost connection. He turned to one of the two other computers he installed at the desk and accesseed the satellite camera of the area. He saw smoke and a crater, but nothing more. He examined the block of it more closely on the database, seing that it had a bank at the center of the crater. "Blast, they took that target out."

He looked at the connections, and saw all green except for the one with him in the Boil's main system, and a red connecting two computers. He accessed the area and began typing commands in to the new blank box. "Sever connection...now" He said and terminated the connections of that sector. He then put up a message to all systems in the area: "We own the internet. Hacking is our job. Do not pull any major heists or you will hear from us. -Anonimous" He left know message as to who it really was. He then turned to the third computer, and pulled an IP change of the entire city, randomly jumbling the IP's, making sure that the old one didn't appear anywhere.

Mario was furious, not only did the Yacuza refuse him the gun industry they were moving in on his drug buisness, then again every supplier in the city worked for him so he wasn't too mad. Still he decided he had enough he called in Tony.

Darnok returned to the alley.
"I've got news, Chief. There seems to be a new drug on the streets. They're calling it 'Blue Heaven,' and it's even more addictive than most of the ones that are out there. I thought you'd want to get word to one of the lords about it."
"You were correct." replied K'var Trudok, the leader of this initial force. "I wouldn't be surprised of even the Commander takes note of this. You know his opinions as well as I do...
You were right to come to me with this immediately, but we still need more information about the politics of the area. If nobody is curious enough about us to come to you, find someone yourself."
As Darnok drove off again, Trudok sent a heavily encrypted message to the nearest Khar Vadis headquarters...
OOC: It's your city, Dregruk. Torgu is looking for any medium large building with a for sale sign, a for rent sign, or simply not much activity. What's the first thing he's likely to find?

OCC: Wondering if I can join as a.... Corrupt? :D Chief of the Boil Police Force

To: Don Anguillo Juilianni
From: Vladimir Romanovsky

Hello, Comrade.

I am the leader of a group known as the Kage Akumu, or Shadow Nightmare. Having realized that you are one of the most powerful influences in this city, we are willing to offer our services. We would also like to discuss an alliance of sorts. We have been watching and have noticed your troubles with the Yakuza, and they will only get worse with this Blue Heaven drug. Please respond.

We have access to heavy weaponry, have men willing to fight for any cause, and have military training. Please consider my offer/s.

To: Don Anguillo Juilianni
From: Vladimir Romanovsky

Hello, Comrade.

I am the leader of a group known as the Kage Akumu, or Shadow Nightmare. Having realized that you are one of the most powerful influences in this city, we are willing to offer our services. We would also like to discuss an alliance of sorts. We have been watching and have noticed your troubles with the Yakuza, and they will only get worse with this Blue Heaven drug. Please respond.

We have access to heavy weaponry, have men willing to fight for any cause, and have military training. Please consider my offer/s.

OOC:You know Dregruk you have the opurtunity to employ TWO ex/rogue military units.

To: Don Anguillo Juilianni
From: Vladimir Romanovsky

Hello, Comrade.

I am the leader of a group known as the Kage Akumu, or Shadow Nightmare. Having realized that you are one of the most powerful influences in this city, we are willing to offer our services. We would also like to discuss an alliance of sorts. We have been watching and have noticed your troubles with the Yakuza, and they will only get worse with this Blue Heaven drug. Please respond.

We have access to heavy weaponry, have men willing to fight for any cause, and have military training. Please consider my offer/s.

OOC:You know Dregruk you have the opurtunity to employ TWO ex/rogue military units.

Character Intro:

Zak Manchester is a wandering gun-for-hire and ex-Squornshelan Special Forces Agent. He stands at exactly 6 feet tall and weighs about 195 pounds. He is a great marksman with his two 9mm handguns, which were custom made by a discrete Squornshelan company, and has extremely acute hearing. He is currently looking for a new employer and is interested by Juilianni's organization. In addition to his physical skills, he is a computer genius, capable of hacking into all but the securest of files.

After a week of careful observation, Zak decides it is time to make his move. He carefully follows a small Mafioso group and waits for the right time to act. As they weaved a complicated path through back alleys and through deeply shadowed streets, one of them paused for a moment, perhaps reading some poster pasted up on a wall. Whatever the cause it gave Zak his oppurtunity. He quickly threw a small rock he'd palmed and it bounced lightly of the Mafioso's head. As the startled man looked around his eyes found nothing suspicious to lock onto except a small piece of paper folded around another rock, falling down from the rooftop. A low voice could be heard, "Take this message to the Don." then there was a slight crunch of gravgel, and Zak was gone.

OOC: It's your city, Dregruk. Torgu is looking for any medium large building with a for sale sign, a for rent sign, or simply not much activity. What's the first thing he's likely to find?

OOC: The city is full of abandoned warehouses, factories and so fourth. Don't worry about filling in paperwork and visiting a property solicitor, just claim one!

IC:

Anguillo read over the message from Romanovsky several times. A military outfit? Working for him? That would certainly turn the tide in his war on the Yakuza. He ordered a message of acceptance sent out, and also that the Kage Akumu were welcome to use his mansion as a hideout.

Also, he wondered how his jailbreak had gone. Spookily, just as he began thinking of it, his second-in-command walked into his office with a young woman in tow.

"She is from the prison-break don. She says she'd like to speak to you. Something about 'Having knowledge'."

"Si, si. Sit down, my dear. What do you know that you think puts you above the other goons I have in my employ?"

*Lana quietly took a seat. She was no longer in the prison uniforms given to her, having changed into something more appropriate for the situation. She was dressed in a consertaive yet attrative skirt and business shirt combo, looking the part of a corporate exec, which was the look she was aiming for. Brushing some of her hair aside, she smiled at the Don.*

Lana: "I know plenty of very useful things. Have you heard of the VersaLife Corporation? They're one of the more premier suppliers of viral weapons in the world. Heard they're based offworld, someplace called Crow's Moe, or some such non-sense."

*A strand of hair dropped in front of her face, and she took the time to brush it aside.*

Lana: "Anyhow, I used to work for them. In fact, I was head scientist for one of their new retro virus projects. It was codenamed 'Syphon Filter.' A lovely little killer, really. Gasmasks, even NBC suits are ineffective against it. I completed it, then was framed for the murders of some associates of mine. Hence why I was in prison. VersaLife scrapped 'Syphon Filter,' I purposely made it flawed so they wouldn't use it. Only I know how to make that virus. Surely, a businessman such as yourself can see the value of having such a..."

*She reached in the air with one hand, as if trying to pluck the word she was looking for out of the air. The grin she gave him was truely serpentine as she found the words she sought.*

Lana: "Rare and exclusive commondity at your disposal. All I ask for in return is protection from VersaLife, and I will make Syphon Filter, or any other viral, biological, or chemical weapon you want. I guess I could also design you a new drug. Narcotics aren't all that different from viruses, really..."



((OOC: Dregurk, how do you feel about having a VersaLife Scientific Outpost nearby the Boil, in Dregurk or a niehboring nation? Or maybe a privately owned island complex...? In order for Lana to make the nanovirus, she'll need certain supplies that can only be found in VersaLife compounds.))

OOC:Um i also offered you military support

Jacob decided to act without his father's knowledge, he knew that the Vermillions had to burst onto the scene. He had with him a few of his men armed with shotguns and Tommy guns, their traget the Central Bank. He knew with knowledge 'collected' that very few gangs have tried to rod it mainly due to the nearby police station a block or so away, not like it bothered him much. He had no intendtion of even trying to get past the police barricade.

He and his men walked in through the double glass doors and straight up the counter, he fired his shotgun up into the air. Most of the poeple screamed and dived for the floor, Jacob knew the cops would arrive in a minute or so. "Alright listen up, this is a job by the Vermillions. We're the new family in town and we're gonna bust this town up!"

He turned to faced the teller whilst his men kept watch on the other people and the doors, the sirens of the cops could be heard in the distance. "Ok lady, open the safe and nobody gets hurt and this bank of yours will stay in one piece."

The teller on the verge of sobbing did what was asked and open the vualt, three of Jacob's men started filling up bags with coins and notes. A loud voice sounded from outside. "This is the police, come out with your hands up!"

Jacob fired his shotgun twice at the cops, beforing turning to say to the people in the bank. "Hold them up for 20 minutes," He thought for a moment, "Actually, tell 'em to defuse this!" He chucked a tightly sealed but weightly shoebox onto the floor by the doors and then fled up towards the roof.

One of the Vermillion's blimps was waiting, Jacob knew nobody woulda expected this.

<snip!>

((OOC: Wow... Two bank robberies in one day, one within minutes of the other. Life must suck in the Boil. lol Poor bank tellers. It's RPs like this that make me glad I'd never work at Bank of America. lol))

OOC: Hm, nobody's gonna bust up one of the Vermillion's wharehouse operations or take the family on?

Oh well.....um.....er......heres some more pictures for your enjoyment, some screenshots from the game Mafia which actually fits with the typical 1930s theme of my Mafia family.

http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/jacob.jpg

Pretty much what Jacob Vermillion looks like.

http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/gothamcasino.jpg

Picture showing what the inside of the Vermillion's planned Gotham Casino will look like, also possible gun fight.

http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/ruskkieslums2.jpg
http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/ruskkieslums.jpg

Couple of pictures of the Ruskkie Slums in 'The Boil', supposedly the Vermillion's territory.

Tong looked at Lao.. "So.. what you are saying that four of our shipments has been.. well, scrapped.. fifty of our men are dead and well... anything else?"

She nodded carefully "Mao Lo have been monitoring the webb and well, it seems that with the new drug everyone is turning against us.. we need to fin an ally"

Tong nodded, what she said was true, not even with the new men straight form Japan it would hold. He had made a tactial misstake when he let out Blue Heaven straight on the market, sure.. he made an economical boost for a short time. But with four shipments being hit.. it wasnt good. What he needed was to bring the production to the Boil.

"Contact Tzui, tell him to get over here and prepare a laboratory for him. and also.. contact Mario.. even though he's pissed off, it would be better for him to ally with us rather than against us."


From: Lao
To: Mario
Subject: Meeting
Body:
It has come to our understanding that you sought weapons elsewere, you must understand that it would make you a competitor and, well, the Yakuza likes to hold the market for themselves. And you know that we have moved onto the drugmarket also. Yes, we are expanding into various areas. But instead of killing echother, lets discuss the matter. Tong wishes to ally, so.. if you would be so nice and come here and talk things over.
/Lao




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Yakuza hq in The Boil

Can i join? my charecter would be a gun nut turned hitman..works for anyone but takes no side..his bio-
Name-Dio AKA Ace.
Age-27
sex-male
works for-anyone..for a price.

As he gets out of bed he gets his colt 1911 .45 from a drawer along with his smaller .38 revolver..He would get dressed..normal with a holster of course..and a leg holster for the .38..That wasnt all his arsenal though..in his closet hidden beneath a board was a .12 sawed off shotgun..a TEC-9*dc-9* an AR-15 and several bombs..As he settled his weapons he looked out the window and saw his older car but he loved it anyway and said to himself." i seriously need to find a better job..Well i like this one pays good to." as he settled the weapons and walked out to his car..

** Delis Street Variety **
With no positive responses to his inquires and Rich still unaccounted for, it wasn't unusual that Jessie noticed a exotic car pull into his parking lot, the driver call someone then drive away. Jessie ordered his employees of all kinds to have an armed weapon on them at all times. He hoped he was being paranoid about the car and that maybe he was calling for directions, but in this neighbourhood when someone pulls up in an expensive car, people notice

OOC: I know theres no threat against the Variety store but I think thats a realistic action to take, especially in a area like that. He is a weapons dealer, so he can never be too careful.

The don mused over Lana's request. Protection in exchange from chemical weapons and drugs? It would seem to be an offer too good to miss.

"Very well. I own an island on the east coast. The authorities shouldn't bother you, and you will be happily guarded from this VersaLife corporation... Of course, you do know that if you try to defect to another gang, I will be a bigger threat to you than VersaLife..."

OOC: A Deus Ex fan, I see... excellent game.

** Delis Street Variety **
With no positive responses to his inquires and Rich still unaccounted for, it wasn't unusual that Jessie noticed a exotic car pull into his parking lot, the driver call someone then drive away. Jessie ordered his employees of all kinds to have an armed weapon on them at all times. He hoped he was being paranoid about the car and that maybe he was calling for directions, but in this neighbourhood when someone pulls up in an expensive car, people notice

OOC: I know theres no threat against the Variety store but I think thats a realistic action to take, especially in a area like that. He is a weapons dealer, so he can never be too careful.

OOC: My internet was down for a few days, so I've kind of been out of the loop, but I'll pick up where I left off asking you for my non-leathal weapons....

IC: "Yeah, my names Mal, and I'm a member of the Ruph Rydaz. Now....." he lowered his voice. "I hear you deal in weapons. My group would be looking for non-lethals, you know, the kind you use to stun people or cause torturous pain......."

Claw was roming the streets for a gang to offer some cheap protection....

OOC: I will join now...

Gang: Dreadnaughts

Leader: Rever (not even his own men know his real name)

Age: 29

Previous Ocupation: Bounty Hunter

Rever is cold and calculative, and does not usually provoke violence. He is a very persuasive talker.
He is incredibly short in stature, with black hair and brown eyes.
Rever was exiled from Obscure Nation after killing a target he was supposed to collect for the police.

The Dreadnaughts themselves tend to look like raving Goths, often wearing black and metal. They wear black jeans and T-shirt, both linned with a gleaming silver chain mail. They all wear backpacks, which are usually filled with an assortment of weapons and ammunition. Each member's standard weapon outload is two 11mm pistols, and an assault rifle. There are about 50 Dreadnaughts, composed of other exiles, and those who fled the country with Rever.

IC:
From behind his black and silver sunglasses, Rever examined his new city. The Boil, the called it. He could instantly tell why, and he had to step on several hobos to keep up his pace. This place is a pit... he thought, crushing a hobo's stomach. Damn cops won't stop me here... no one will. I'll rise to the top, an-
Rever bumped into an odd looking teenager. "Watch where you're going, kid,"

Claw looked down at the man he had bumped into. He was grown, if you could call it that, and was dressed in black. He had a backpack on his back that was filled with metal things. "I'm sorry sir, but you don't happen to be..." He lowered his voice "A gang leader, do you?" The man nodded. Claw Starling asked about the gang, and then asked if he would join him in his quest for glory.....

Rever looked up a the kid... who he now knew as Claw the leader of a Maniacan gang... if you could call it that. He accepted the alliance. "I have about 50 grunts around here. They're all scattered for now, as we don't have a base..."
"We can fix that. We bought an abandoned motel off this shady guy... you can take some of the space," Claw replied.
"Good..." Rever responded, taking a radio transciever from his belt. "This is Rever. All units converge at the corner of 13th and 5th. We have a base,"
In a few minutes, the sidewalk was filled with Rever's black-clad warriors. "Let's go," Claw said. So the mass of dark figures shifted down a few streets, looped around, and doubled back quite a few times before ending up at the R&R Inn.
The Dreadnaughts shifted through the lobby, eyes of the RR staring at them. They filed into a few back rooms, then unpacked their stuff, spreading it about the floor and tables. Within minutes, the rooms were even more of a mess then before.
Rever took a room in the middle of the buildings... he didn't want cars "accidentilly driving off the road and into a building, horribly killing a few civilians." He tossed his backpack on the dresser, and took a seat in a chair, putting his black-booted feet on the desk, tipping the chair backwards. He stared at the peeling floral wallpaper and time-stained carpet. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere.I can live with this...

Claw gave the Dreadnaughts some common-sense guidelines for staying in the hotel, and went down to the basement(past the lobby, which was now sparkling clean) to lay out a contingency plan to break down some of the other gangs.

Yakuza/Jiulianni-Let them fight it out. Only one will emerge victorious, the other severely crippled.

Vermillion-Bank heists won't cut it for long, niether would blimps. 4 Dreadnaughts in a bank and no small robbery force leaves alive.

That odd one with the council members-Isn't a thread right now, can think of something later.

Mal hadn't come back, and neither had the spy guy(It was weird that he couldn't remember his name, seeing as how they're friends). All he could do now was wait.

((OOC: Yeah, it rawks. ^_^ I didn't like Inivisble War though.))

*Lana grins.*

Lana: "You won't need to worry about me defecting."

*Standing, Lana made as if to leave, then paused.*

Lana: "When do you want me to start on Syphon Filter, or whatever you want me to make?"

Mario looked over the message from the Yacuza. He motioned for the 10 guards in his office to follow him to the Yacusa HQ. Once there they went to the very top where they found the man they were looking for.

"Now, Mr. Loa I beleive you wanted to see me."

OOC: Before the mayor *points way back* was killed, he had requested from the federal government for reinforcement officers, and for shipments of anti-terrorist equipment. Due to Boil being so famous as the "gangland" his request was approved, and now I, Police Chief Julian Smith (corrupted chief) has absolute command of the forces, and is in charge of the city until it is safe again for a civilian mayor to be in charge.

IC:

*ring, ring* Smith's secretary Julia answers the phone.

"Chief! It's Sargeant Walters, confirming the reinforcements, our poor dead mayor asked for, has arrived." says Julia

"Good... I will need em boys.... " replies Julian
*at the same time, Julian is reading a fax he just recieved from the government, talking about how if he could control this city he will be in charge of it, with no need of a mayor, as long, as the law was inforced, and its citizens have their rights.*

*suddenly, Julian brightens up, remembering of his new forces, and about how he will now be a super power in this mega-city.*

"Julia!"
"Yes Sir?"
"I'm going to go out, I'll leave you in charge to make sure our reinforcements are corrupt. In the mean time, I'll go visit some Gang Lords to discuss some business."




*walks out with corrupt security swat teams all around him, (hidden, and unhidden) and goes to the bar where all gang lords go, but where everyone had made a mutual agreement of no violence at that bar no matter what*

(OOC: The leaders of my little organization will pay a visit to the mansion.)

A shiny black BMW pulled up in front of the address that was sent. Romanovsky stepped out, fully decked out in his BDU. A japanese man also stepped out, dressed in an all black jumpsuit, carrying a katana. Vlad shook his head,"They might think you're a Yakuza comrade, put it back." The man frowned and threw the katana back into the car. Together, they approached the mansion.

There were several suspicious people milling about the neighborhood, all wearing black trenchcoats. They worked for Vlad of course, obviously ordered by one of his lowers to look after him.

Vlad looked at the huge mansion as he approached, smiling at the prospect of what could come from an alliance with the Juiliannis.

He walked up to the door and knocked.

"That's right, come with me back to the store to talk to Jessie, he'll set something up with you guys, I'm jus the messenger." he said.

Whats your name or street name?" Rich asking while walking to his car, a 1988 Black Monte Carlo LS.

When Rich got in the car, he called Jessie on his cell to let him know he was still alive, made contact with The Ruph Ryderz and he was bringing one back to talk.

CHristiath obviously annoyed at the Don's ignorance by hanging his phone up decided to ring Mario he picked up his phone and dialed before speedingtoThe "Variety"

The don motioned to the door, and replied, "Start making syphon filter ASAP. Then, or if you have any time in between, make some drugs. Heroin is strong on the market at the moment."

Lana left his office, and Anguillo was alone with his thoughts for 26 seconds before the door was opened again, this time 2 men walked into it, with several of Juilianni's bodyguards watching them suspicously.

"Ah, you would be the new recruits from Sigma Octavus, si? Come in, sit down! We have much to dicuss."

*Lana smirked as she left the Don's office. She doubted he had the facility or the supplies needed to make the sophiscated Nanovirus, but she knew who did. She approached one of the Don's men.*

Lana: "The Don wants Syphon Filter. I need some supplies from a VersaLife complex in order to make it. Who do I have to f*ck in order to order a raid on the complex?"

*She was straight forward and blunt.*

OOC: It's your city, Dregruk. Torgu is looking for any medium large building with a for sale sign, a for rent sign, or simply not much activity. What's the first thing he's likely to find?

OOC: The city is full of abandoned warehouses, factories and so fourth. Don't worry about filling in paperwork and visiting a property solicitor, just claim one!

Torgu returned with the first good news since their arrival.
"I found a place just down the street. It's perfect, and it doesn't look like it's been used in months."
Trudok smiled. "Let's get to work, then. Smith, Karu, you will stay here and wait for Darnok to report. I'll send someone else to take over in a while."
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The two black cars were parked in the alley behind the building, a large concrete factory building with several work rooms on the bottom and two floors of offices on top. Leaving the outside untouched, the seven men began to transform it into a workable headquarters....

OOC: Does anyone in particular want to encounter Darnok, or shall I does have him come across somebody at random?

Tong looked at Mario, inside he shook his head.
"Mario, you know who I am.. and you know where you're at, and you do know. That the Yakuza controls and plans to do it for a long time, the weapons market. Not only do we have state of the art weaponary, but at reasonable prices. Why do you seek others to supply you with arms?.. anyway.. thats not why I called you. I know you have heard of Blue Heaven, and I know you hate it, since you dont control it. And that it is your market. On ther other hand, the Yakuza has been here longer than you. What if I say that an alliance between us would benefit you.. You get your hands on Blue Heaven to sell, at a very reasonable price. While we, the Yakuza get left alone with its weapons market. We would both watch one anothers back and help one another if needed. A simple mutal agreement.. so.. what do you say?"

OOC: Does anyone in particular want to encounter Darnok, or shall I does have him come across somebody at random?

OOC: I've been hoping that somebody *hint* bustes up one of the Vermillion's warehouse operations, bear in mind that the Vermillion's are smuggling in liquor plus a bit of gun running.

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"Well, the don usually takes priority in situations like this, but these would appear to be extreme circumstances. If these supplies are necessary for your work, give me a list of what you need and I'll see to it that it's done. Is that OK?"

"Well, the don usually takes priority in situations like this, but these would appear to be extreme circumstances. If these supplies are necessary for your work, give me a list of what you need and I'll see to it that it's done. Is that OK?"

OOC: Whoops... NVM

OOC: Does anyone in particular want to encounter Darnok, or shall I does have him come across somebody at random?

OOC: I've been hoping that somebody *hint* bustes up one of the Vermillion's warehouse operations, bear in mind that the Vermillion's are smuggling in liquor plus a bit of gun running.

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"YOU DID WHAT?!" Cried Charles Vermillion at his son Jacob, who took an unlit cig from his mouth before repling. "Just as I told ya, me and the boys hit the Central Bank."

"Dammit boy, you know not to do anything unless I say so."

"So? We're fairly new in town and we've gotta saw the other gangs that we're not walk overs."

A man came running into the room. "Mr Vermillion, sir."

"Well, out with it man!"

"Um...sir, theres a new gang in town who calls themselves the 'Dreadnaughts'."

"And?"

"They're gonna fight back against our bank heists!"

"Dammit. Jacob, order a 'hit' on this new gang."

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At was dusk over the R&R Inn as a Vermillion Defender (http://img11.photobucket.com/albums/v33/stormwell55/Nationstates/thedefender.jpg) plane came in low with engines screaming. The pilot opened up with his machine guns hitting the sides and smashing the roof to bits, he then flew high and circle round and then chuck out a piece of paper tired to a rock which stated;

'DON'T MESS WITH US, THE VERMILLIONS.'

OOC: Ummm.....how did you know we were in there? Or do you regularly attack hotel businesses? Also, the Dreadnaughts, to my knowledge, haven't stopped or threatened to stop your bank heists out in the open yet, that was just something Claw drew up in the basement of the hotel.....if you can justify this, I'll get off your back, but I don't see how you could have known.....

"That's right, come with me back to the store to talk to Jessie, he'll set something up with you guys, I'm jus the messenger." he said.

Whats your name or street name?" Rich asking while walking to his car, a 1988 Black Monte Carlo LS.

When Rich got in the car, he called Jessie on his cell to let him know he was still alive, made contact with The Ruph Ryderz and he was bringing one back to talk.

"Nice car you have here," Mal said, though he was a bit uncomfortable fitting his 6'2" frame into the Monte Carlo, as he usually did when he got in cars. Mal, feeling it was a good idea, to relax the situation, decided to give the messenger a short brief on who he was. "My name's Mal and I'm second in command of the Ruph Rydaz. The leader of us is Claw Starling, he's a smart guy. Really we all have equal say, Claw and I just go out and do stuff more often." Rich nodded, and Mal exhaled deeply but quietly. He relaxed and was glad that he was getting his job done.

"That's right, come with me back to the store to talk to Jessie, he'll set something up with you guys, I'm jus the messenger." he said.

Whats your name or street name?" Rich asking while walking to his car, a 1988 Black Monte Carlo LS.

When Rich got in the car, he called Jessie on his cell to let him know he was still alive, made contact with The Ruph Ryderz and he was bringing one back to talk.

"Nice car you have here," Mal said, though he was a bit uncomfortable fitting his 6'2" frame into the Monte Carlo, as he usually did when he got in cars. Mal, feeling it was a good idea, to relax the situation, decided to give the messenger a short brief on who he was. "My name's Mal and I'm second in command of the Ruph Rydaz. The leader of us is Claw Starling, he's a smart guy. Really we all have equal say, Claw and I just go out and do stuff more often." Rich nodded, and Mal exhaled deeply but quietly. He relaxed and was glad that he was getting his job done.

Tong looked at Mario, inside he shook his head.
"Mario, you know who I am.. and you know where you're at, and you do know. That the Yakuza controls and plans to do it for a long time, the weapons market. Not only do we have state of the art weaponary, but at reasonable prices. Why do you seek others to supply you with arms?.. anyway.. thats not why I called you. I know you have heard of Blue Heaven, and I know you hate it, since you dont control it. And that it is your market. On ther other hand, the Yakuza has been here longer than you. What if I say that an alliance between us would benefit you.. You get your hands on Blue Heaven to sell, at a very reasonable price. While we, the Yakuza get left alone with its weapons market. We would both watch one anothers back and help one another if needed. A simple mutal agreement.. so.. what do you say?"

Mario smiled, "First of all I would like to form an alliance if you would give us full territorial claims on the drug market and we would do the same with your weapons. And as for our new dealer, they are custom designs by him only and I like them. i suppose I could cut the deal though. I really must be going now, i hope to see you later." Mario departed and headed back to HQ for some more consulting with his lead dealers.

Vlad nodded."Thank you Don."

The two men accepted and sat down.

"Thank you for accepting our offer. We are most pleased about this turn of events, and believe that you can help us while we help you. All we ask for is recognition in this city, and respect. In turn, we shall provide weapons, men and services for free. Barring some finances of course, such as vehicles. We are looking forward to this and hope it will be a long and fruitful alliance."

Character Intro:

Zak Manchester is a wandering gun-for-hire and ex-Squornshelan Special Forces Agent. He stands at exactly 6 feet tall and weighs about 195 pounds. He is a great marksman with his two 9mm handguns, which were custom made by a discrete Squornshelan company, and has extremely acute hearing. He is currently looking for a new employer and is interested by Juilianni's organization. In addition to his physical skills, he is a computer genius, capable of hacking into all but the securest of files.

After a week of careful observation, Zak decides it is time to make his move. He carefully follows a small Mafioso group and waits for the right time to act. As they weaved a complicated path through back alleys and through deeply shadowed streets, one of them paused for a moment, perhaps reading some poster pasted up on a wall. Whatever the cause it gave Zak his oppurtunity. He quickly threw a small rock he'd palmed and it bounced lightly of the Mafioso's head. As the startled man looked around his eyes found nothing suspicious to lock onto except a small piece of paper folded around another rock, falling down from the rooftop. A low voice could be heard, "Take this message to the Don." then there was a slight crunch of gravgel, and Zak was gone.

(Sorry, forgot to post what was in the message) :oops:

Message reads:

Don Juilianni,
My name is Zak Manchester. I am a mercenary who has recently moved to this area in search of employment. I am aware of your organization's conflicts with other local gangs and the highly skilled and organized operation of your family's organization has impressed me. At the same time, I belive your organization can use my skills. I would like to meet with you at some time. If you are interested in this proposition, please call me on my cell phone, number provided below. I hope that we can come to an agreement that will benefit both of us.
-Zak Manchester
263-8520

Rich started the Monte Carlo and began to head back to his neighbourhood, he was 19 and had only been out of the Boil once. It was to see his grandmother for the last time before she died of cancer. He knew his streets and he knew his boundaries, thats why Jessie brought him on as a member. What he lacked in age, he had more then enough in street knowledge and buisness skills.

"It'll be 'bout fifteen minutes, unless you wanna risk a shortcut?" asked Rich

"It's through some punk ass gang's hood, they're called the Park Killaz or something. It'll take only five minutes, it's up to you, I'm cool jus driving, but I'll probably need to stop for gas." he said, while keeping a lookout for cops, they seem to know his vehicle and would go out of their way to pull him over.

"Thank you, gentlemen. As you probably know, we are at war with the Yakuza the own the docklands area. I would be happy to finance any operations you make in dealing with this threat." The phone in his office rang. "Excuse me a moment."

He answered the phone and looked thoughtful. Another gun-for-hire wishing to join the family? Would he be worth it?

"Phone up our friend and tell him to come to my mansion tomorrow at 6pm. Thank you."

He hung up the phone and looked back at the two men sat in front of him.

"So, gentlemen. I provide the targets and funding, and you make sure they cause me no more grief. Does this sound reasonable?"

OOC: Ummm.....how did you know we were in there? Or do you regularly attack hotel businesses? Also, the Dreadnaughts, to my knowledge, haven't stopped or threatened to stop your bank heists out in the open yet, that was just something Claw drew up in the basement of the hotel.....if you can justify this, I'll get off your back, but I don't see how you could have known.....

OOC: The meeting between Charles and Jacob Vermillion took place say an hour or so after the Dreadnaughts meeting and it helps to have insiders in the other gangs. The Vermillions are an old mafia family from Imperial Ruskkia and so they've in the business for quite sometime.

#10 took the cell phone given to him out of the small holder on his belt. He dialed the Don of the Juliannis:
"You didn't meet at our arranged time, Don. I expect to see you at the warehouse complex at West and Mentar. Bring only five guards at the most."

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The 100 men from the main Gonzo HQ in the Articolia district of the CCT came to the warehouse complex, with them came a shipment of Ak-70's, WGlocks, and Uzi's, as well as the guns from the Central store. They had also had the 30 men there before them, over the few days that they had set aside before the gang moved in, construct the complex into one large warehouse. This warehouse was made an open space. It was taped off into a large grid, with paths in between certain areas. It was set up as a market place. An entire area at the back, near the rear annex, was set up for the Gonzo's. It was a gun-trade market. #4 who was sent to monitor the operation, with the new guards and the salesmen, was in charge. He phoned #2 on the secure cell phone he had. "The market is ready. Send out the e-mails."

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#2 recieved a call: "The marketplace is ready. Send out the e-mails." he had been waiting for this. He quickly e-mailed the other gangs from the address (ArmsMkt@GonzFam.com) for the market. It read:

Free Arms Trading market: Warehouse complex at West and Mentar. Reply for an area. Specify how many stalls for your guns etc. you want, and where you want it. A map of the complex and who owns what wil lbe on GonzFam.com/ArmsMkt, as well as information on it. NO COPS!

He then awaited his responses.

OOC: The meeting between Charles and Jacob Vermillion took place say an hour or so after the Dreadnaughts meeting and it helps to have insiders in the other gangs. The Vermillions are an old mafia family from Imperial Ruskkia and so they've in the business for quite sometime.

OOC: Bull.

1) Claw was ALONE when he drew up the plans

2) BOTH groups HAND PICKED their members

3) We don't like outsiders

4) We don't like godmodders

God, if SIRF's weren't banned, I'd use one...

OOC: The meeting between Charles and Jacob Vermillion took place say an hour or so after the Dreadnaughts meeting and it helps to have insiders in the other gangs. The Vermillions are an old mafia family from Imperial Ruskkia and so they've in the business for quite sometime.

OOC: Bull.

1) Claw was ALONE when he drew up the plans

2) BOTH groups HAND PICKED their members

3) We don't like outsiders

4) We don't like godmodders

God, if SIRF's weren't banned, I'd use one...

OOC: Yeah...in a not so hostile manner, the Ruph Rydaz are a group of kids that Claw knew from school and all of them are less than 25 years old. I can't say the same for the Dreadnaughts, but I know that they are made up of exiles from ON, therefore Rever would know all of them. Claw was alone when he drew up the plans, it wasn't a meeting.

Rich started the Monte Carlo and began to head back to his neighbourhood, he was 19 and had only been out of the Boil once. It was to see his grandmother for the last time before she died of cancer. He knew his streets and he knew his boundaries, thats why Jessie brought him on as a member. What he lacked in age, he had more then enough in street knowledge and buisness skills.

"It'll be 'bout fifteen minutes, unless you wanna risk a shortcut?" asked Rich

"It's through some punk ass gang's hood, they're called the Park Killaz or something. It'll take only five minutes, it's up to you, I'm cool jus driving, but I'll probably need to stop for gas." he said, while keeping a lookout for cops, they seem to know his vehicle and would go out of their way to pull him over.

Mal pondered. He had a feeling even if they didn't take the shortcut they would run into trouble, but he still didn't want to take the chance. "Let's keep to the main route, I don't want to screw up and get shot at on my first time out of the HQ." Mal was eighteen, almost a full year older than Claw. Mal was one of the few legal adults in the crew, so he knew that he would be going on a lot more excursions like this than the others because
the police wouldn't have to track down his parents if he somehow was caught by some law-abiding individual. Rich seemed to understand about the reasons he gave, but that still didn't make him feel comfortable. For some reason just mentioning the Park Killaz made him uneasy. Weird......

The Bolivian arms manufacturer was very displeased with the news from The Boil. He decided to order a hit on Mario.

"Very good, thank you."

OOC: The meeting between Charles and Jacob Vermillion took place say an hour or so after the Dreadnaughts meeting and it helps to have insiders in the other gangs. The Vermillions are an old mafia family from Imperial Ruskkia and so they've in the business for quite sometime.

OOC: Bull.

1) Claw was ALONE when he drew up the plans

2) BOTH groups HAND PICKED their members

3) We don't like outsiders

4) We don't like godmodders

God, if SIRF's weren't banned, I'd use one...

OOC: Yeah...in a not so hostile manner, the Ruph Rydaz are a group of kids that Claw knew from school and all of them are less than 25 years old. I can't say the same for the Dreadnaughts, but I know that they are made up of exiles from ON, therefore Rever would know all of them. Claw was alone when he drew up the plans, it wasn't a meeting.

OOC: Ok, ok I'll rewrite the post and then delete the orginal one.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Cried Charles Vermillion at his son Jacob, who took an unlit cig from his mouth before repling. "Just as I told ya, me and the boys hit the Central Bank."

"Dammit boy, you know not to do anything unless I say so."

"So? We're fairly new in town and we've gotta saw the other gangs that we're not walk overs."

A man came running into the room. "Mr Vermillion, sir."

"Well, out with it man!"

"W-we've just heard that theres a war on between Imperial Ruskkia and SteamEarth..."

"Well what is so different this time?"

"Um....theres been a....er....Nuclear Explosion in Southern Ruskkia, and its quite likely it'll effect our shipments sir."

"Dammit, right Jacob see if you can 'collect' some money."

"Why may I ask father?"

"Having no shipments isn't gonna be good, we need to set up a few 'businesses' to maintain our supplies."

Mario sat atop his HQ. It was dark out and the streets were a war zone. He told his men to pack it in tonight and report to both HQs. He felt that something bad would happen tonight but he didn't know what. He was heavily guarded with sharp shooters on the roof. The lights were out in his room. The moon light was enough though.

The Bolivian asassin and his team stood outside HQ. They stormed they building. On the first flooer they easily killed the guards.

Back up at the top Mario was getting wind of the attack. He sent all the men in his room down to kill the atackers. They did but the first two floors were destroyed. Mario knew this meant war.

Just as Zak began to wonder if the Don had rejected his offer, a quiet chirping came from his pocket. He reached down and opened up the phone. A voice with a heavy italian accent was on the other end. "Be at the Don's mansion at 6 tomorrow." Then the connection cut off. Zak put away his phone, and allowed a rare smile to cross his face. He was in business.

The next morning, he walked out to what appeared to be a blank wall made of corrugated iron. He pushed a button on a small control and a keypad popped out of a hole. After checking to see if he was alone, Zak quickly punched in a four digit code, and stepped back. A section of the wall folded up, revealing a garage sized area which housed a BMW 325. Zak got in and started the engine, relishing the throaty rumble, then drove out onto the alley. As the wall closed behind him, he accelerated down the street and turned onto a main road, heading for the Don's mansion.

OOC: Still the night before...

IC:

The Don hung up his phone. Be at a warehouse complex? With only five guards? Certain death, and it looked like the Gonzo Family was trying to bump him off.

He redialed the number and left a message with the man who answered,

"Go screw yourself."

He hung up and turned back to the men from Sigma Octavus. "Well, gentlemen, I believe I may have some work for you. A family with whom we have... agreements with, have asked that I come to their warehouse with only five guards. In my long experience of this career I have chosen, this would be a perfect chance for them to have me silenced. I want you to go there as my representatives. If things to pear shaped... do what you do best."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Cried Charles Vermillion at his son Jacob, who took an unlit cig from his mouth before repling. "Just as I told ya, me and the boys hit the Central Bank."

"Dammit boy, you know not to do anything unless I say so."

"So? We're fairly new in town and we've gotta saw the other gangs that we're not walk overs."

A man came running into the room. "Mr Vermillion, sir."

"Well, out with it man!"

"W-we've just heard that theres a war on between Imperial Ruskkia and SteamEarth..."

"Well what is so different this time?"

"Um....theres been a....er....Nuclear Explosion in Southern Ruskkia, and its quite likely it'll effect our shipments sir."

"Dammit, right Jacob see if you can 'collect' some money."

"Why may I ask father?"

"Having no shipments isn't gonna be good, we need to set up a few 'businesses' to maintain our supplies."

OOC: That's better. [begin gospel music]You have seeeeen the light![end gospel music]

OOC: Reminds me of my 'Criminal Element' RP. A lot, in fact.

I'll start a traditional street gang...

Gang Name: The Hardballers
AKA: The 'Ballers'
Leader: Jack Bray
Buisness: Arms Dealing, Contract Killings, Information
Based In: Warehouse in the Boil Industrial District (As of Now)
Profile: Well-Funded, Military-Like, Suspected to be Splinter Branch of the RDMA.

IC:

Jack's Impala, the 'Pimp-Mobile' rolled up to the warehouse, the stereo kept low to avoid un-nessecary attention. Snapping the padlock off of the chain with a swift stomping blow, he rolled open the doors & drove his car inside. The trunk was loaded down with various items, mostly boxes of guns. An old-style military truck followed the silver Impala into the warehouse, a pair of men hanging off of the back. Both where armed with M4 carbines. Out of the truck came a set of furniture. The movers set up a lavish living quarters in the office section of the warehouse, where the leader would live & conduct business.

Tables where set up, then loaded with quality hardware ranging from Glock-model handguns to more powerful items like M-16 Assault rifles and M4 Carbines. Clearly this wasn't your average two-bit gang setup.
The truck departed, replaced shortly after by three well-built men bearing sleeping bags & other survival tools.

The first was a shorter, massively-muscled black man with a bald head. Despite the darkness of the night, he wore a set of Oakly sunglasses. A Glock 17 with a nickel-plated slide stuck out of the waistband of his pants. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans & a Phat Farm hooded sweatshirt. A pair of Timberland boots completed the ensamble.

The second man was a Hispanic of slighty taller height. Shoulder-length curly black hair and a well-trimmed beard & mustache combination gave him a rugged appearance. He was muscular, and moved with the gait of a knife-fighter. A SIG P226 sat at the small of his back, in the waistband of his jeans. The Hispanic also wore a white tank-top smeared with dirt, as well as a pair of Nike Air Force 1's, with blue detailing.

The third man was a handsome fellow, with a curly black ponytail tied at the nape of his neck that extended down to his shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of baggy grey fatigue pants, a black T-shirt, and black combat boots. A nickel-plated Berretta handgun sat in the waistband of his pants. In addition to his sleeping bag, he carried a rifle case, large enough to hold a bullpup-configured rifle.

Jack Bray greeted his old friends with handshakes. Jack himself was also a good-looking fellow. He was dressed in his usual black trenchcoat with black silk lining, baggy black fatigue pants, and tight black T-shirt, the ensamble rounded out by a pair of black Lugz-brand boots with white soles. A set of handguns could be seen in shoulder holsters from under the open trenchcoat. The three men set up their sleeping & survival items, the followed Jack back into the office area...

"Good to see Dekker let ya'll go. I'm gonna need the help of pro's like ya'll 'cuz there's a few other gangs in the area, an' they'll be gunnin' for us. I think we've got the arms dealing thing pretty much covered, once the others see our selection, they won't go anywhere else..."

Jack addressed his associates, filling them in on the situation...

"Good, 'cuz I'd like to cut a few bitch-ass puntas tonight, ese. Maria's been gettin' thirsty..."

The Mexican, named Greco Torres, produced a six-inch switchblade knife, flicking it open & beginning to play with it...

"Put that thing up, Greg... We ain't gonna start killin' every dumb motherf**ker who gets in our way, not yet anyway..."

Responded the dark-haired man with the ponytail, named Peter Zion. The silent giant standing near the door was known as Tyrone Miller...

#10 redialed the number: "Sorry Don, the security is now laxed. This is the complex where we're setting up a gun-trade market place. We had tight security when our arms were arriving to the stores. You may bring any guards required for security. Also, you may take the time to reserve an area. I will give you first pick (Excluding our area).

"That's much more like it. I will arrive presently." Anguillo hung up and turned to the two men in front of him. "My apologies, gentlemen. It looks like I will going to the warehouse I was sending YOU to. But I want you and 28 others to come with me. Just in case."

10 minutes later, the don lowered himself into the jet black limo. Around him were black jeeps, slowly cruising towards the arms warehouse...

#10 called #3 "Three, I want you down here now. Orders from One. He tells me to tell you he doesn't care what you're doing. We have security here."

The convoy rolled to a halt, and the don stepped out of his limo. The bodyguard filed out obediently in front of him, clad in the classic atire of dark suits and ties. They began taking precise and slow steps towards the warehouse. Anguillo took the oppertunity to look around for businesses that could use some "Insurance".

Jack dispatched Zion and Miller to this so-called Arms Dealing market. The pair rolled up in a beat-up Grand Prix, the trunk loaded with a few samples of their vast hardware selection. Miller dropped Zion off at the door, then parked while his partner approached the door guard...

"Yo, where we set up at?"

Peter asked, using his best inner-city lingo. Clearly, he wasn't used to this kind of work...

Vlad stepped out of the vehicle, and stepped up next to the Don. He was carrying a bit of hardware, but it was hidden under a black trenchcoat. Around him stood his men, all feigning disintrest, but sharply scanning the area around them. This could most likely be a trap, and they were on their full alert.

Rich understood Mal's concerns and continued on the main route, five minutes later, Rich pulled into a gas station after looking at the needle slowly crossing over the E.

"K, I need you to keep your eyes open as I pump, there's heat in the glove box and under the seat, theres a Glock and MAC-10." he told Mal, while scanning the area.

After he came out of the cashier booth, he got in the car and chuckled,

"They figure if you pay for the gas, you'd pay for other things," He took two chocolate bars out of his shirt "here ya go." tossing the chocolate bar to Mal. He started the car up, put it into drive and headed off to the store.

When they got to the variety store, as they were getting out of the car, Rich did a quick 360 degree check of the area then walked in the door.

"Rich!" Jessie shouted, "Glad you made it back, I take it this is Mal. Come with me, it'll be easier to talk." he gestured to Mal to follow.

"Rich, go to the storeroom and help some of the boys with the packing." Jessie said, while guiding Mal to the "backroom".

After closing the door and going down the stairs, Jessie and Mal were in a large fairly well lit room. On the table was a variety of non-lethal weapons that Jessie thought they'd be interested in.

"So, what are you guys looking for and how many?" Jessie looking at Mal while asking the question.

#3 waited at the door, with #10 and five body guards. "Welcome gentlemen. I hope you will like the facilities. First business is going to be with Julianni. I hope we can establish ties, which will be a good thing here in this orderless city. The Juliannis will have first pick of an area. Remember, you can't take more than one block between four or less roads, as it will clog. When all orders are placed, and there is one day without any orders, any remaining places will be evenly and sensibly divided among all people who will have areas in here. There are 36 blocks, with a few stall spaces in each. But diplomacy first. Follow me, Julianni. You others may wait inside and browse around. Our weapons are already for sale and you will find prices at the stalls. Come Julianni, bring your guards. Number ten, bring our guards with us, we are going into the back." With that, he entered the building.

Miller arrives at the door with a crate in his large arms. The faded black paint on the side reads 'MP5'. A torn shipping order still clings to the top, held on by scotch tape...

Juilianni nodded and waved a hand at his bodyguard, and they all headed into the building after them.

#3 began walking through the open area towards the back, pointing out the taped grids for people to set up in, but mentioning that the Julianni's had first pick. "You should make your pick with #5 who will be outside the door to the back room before we begin. #6, tell the people outside that when the Julianni's take their pick, they can talk with #5 to get an area.

I will join/this is awesome

Gang Name:Vennieau mafiaso's
Charactors:Don Vennieau/Father
Secound in command:Tony Serelli
Gang Population:1255
Info:establishments owned/6 cafe's/4 bars/2 stripclubs/4 mansions/1 church(roman cathlioc)/2 dockyards/4 weponrey stores
Main Charactor:Tommy castello(3rd hand)/24 years old

It was a dark night as the Mafiaso's Yacht glided over the water into the Boils Harbour, Don Vennieau stood on the top deck stareing at the city

"this city's fulla slime Tony,i don't underestimate these boys but hell...if it's gonna be done,we gonna do it the right way"

Tony looked at the Don puffing his cigar then replyed

"I agee Don,i got Tommy gettin the boys togeather now..they hittin the town tonight Boss,cheakin out the surroundings"

"alright Tony,i want you to cheak those reservations at the Citidal Hotel..im gettin too old for this s***..."

"yes Boss,and naww you never be too old..always the right decisions and all the boys respect you to the fullest"

"i know, i know Tony...get to it"

Tony strolled to Tommys room then knocked

"enter.." a voice replyed back

Tony entered the room to see Tommy dressing in his White suit with matching Dip hat, tottaly 30's style. On the table sat 2 chrome dessert eagles with ivory handles.

"eyyy Tommy! Don wants you and Sam to take afew of the boys down to the citidal hotel and set us up there"

"alright Tony you annoying bastard hahaha"

"hey now, listen here Capone,get your move on, we're docking now"

The two grinned, Frank Sinatra's Cheek to Cheek track was playing loudly. Tommy was the kinda guy who did the Mafia thing the old way,the way that the Don did, all the boys were expected to wear their best and look very good at all times,they were the Mafia..they could pull it off.

The Yacht docked, the men assinged to Tommy and Sam approached the Lincon navigators that were left there for them.

"hey Sam ride with me,rest of ya's fill up them other trucks"

Tommy removed a chrome plated sawed off double barrel shotgun from his coat sitting it under his drivers seat. Everyone got situated in the vehicles and left for the hotel.Tommy started speaking to Sam

"i wanna know if theres any more Mafiaso's in town, if there is we will need some assistance...i wouldn't work with anyone but..these other savage unorganised non gentleman like bastards an't worth the Dons time..he's a great guy..he will run this town"

"haha i hears yah Tommy,hopefully we'll get the connec tonight"

"if we don't two fine Itallian gentleman such as ourselfs will find some lady company haHA!"

The two started roaring, then they pulled up in front of the massive hotel.

Mario deverted his attention from operations in Bolivia. He had other worries. It had been a while since he had heard from the Yacuza and he wondered what was going on. He dismissed the thought and returned to his daily work. He called in to all his employees but one was missing. He called in Luigi.

Sorry to break up the story for a sec but I would like to join too. (It think it said anyone could join anytime)

Here's my guy:

Name: Thomas Woden

Occupation: CEO of Chrome Industries

Physical description: 5' 11", medium build, moderately dark hair

Businesses in "the boil": 2: St. Mary's Hospital, The Paradise Cafe

Description: A man on a mission to rid most of the organized crime out of The Boil and restore a sort of order to the boil, but he uses very questionable methods of getting there, including arms and drug dealing in the boil. He feels the city could be useful when "Cleaned up" and he wants to, when the city is cleaned up, be the only corporation in the boil and monopolize the city.

"Hmm..." Mused the don, looking over the 'Hardware' for sale.

"We'll need some long-range weaponry... 25 sniper rifles. Some heavy duty... 7 rocket-launchers and 10 grenade-launchers. 40 MP5s and 5 M60s. I think that'll be enough for now."

Long after Jacob had left Charles Vermillion sat reading over a few pieces of paper which his boys had put together about a new gang in town.

"Vennieau mafiaso's hey?"

"Um..yes sir Mr Vermillion."

"Hm.....seem like a possible ally, send a message arranging to meet their boss."

"Um where Mr Vermillion sir?"

"Dunno, right here in the Ruskkie Slums if possible."

Rich understood Mal's concerns and continued on the main route, five minutes later, Rich pulled into a gas station after looking at the needle slowly crossing over the E.

"K, I need you to keep your eyes open as I pump, there's heat in the glove box and under the seat, theres a Glock and MAC-10." he told Mal, while scanning the area.

After he came out of the cashier booth, he got in the car and chuckled,

"They figure if you pay for the gas, you'd pay for other things," He took two chocolate bars out of his shirt "here ya go." tossing the chocolate bar to Mal. He started the car up, put it into drive and headed off to the store.

When they got to the variety store, as they were getting out of the car, Rich did a quick 360 degree check of the area then walked in the door.

"Rich!" Jessie shouted, "Glad you made it back, I take it this is Mal. Come with me, it'll be easier to talk." he gestured to Mal to follow.

"Rich, go to the storeroom and help some of the boys with the packing." Jessie said, while guiding Mal to the "backroom".

After closing the door and going down the stairs, Jessie and Mal were in a large fairly well lit room. On the table was a variety of non-lethal weapons that Jessie thought they'd be interested in.

"So, what are you guys looking for and how many?" Jessie looking at Mal while asking the question.

Mal responded, while still finishing chewing the last remnants of his chocolate bar. "We're looking for stun grenades, with both voltage and gas, sleep hypodermic dart guns, maybe teargas, perhaps even that stuff you put in drinks to make people sick, and other doodads. Claw says I'm cleared to spend $25,000, but if that can't be reached then just get the stuff. As for the 'doodads', is there anything else you'd reccommend?"

Sorry to break up the story for a sec but I would like to join too. (It think it said anyone could join anytime)

Here's my guy:

Name: Thomas Woden

Occupation: CEO of Chrome Industries

Physical description: 5' 11", medium build, moderately dark hair

Businesses in "the boil": 2: St. Mary's Hospital, The Paradise Cafe

Description: A man on a mission to rid most of the organized crime out of The Boil and restore a sort of order to the boil, but he uses very questionable methods of getting there, including arms and drug dealing in the boil. He feels the city could be useful when "Cleaned up" and he wants to, when the city is cleaned up, be the only corporation in the boil and monopolize the city.

OOC: Sounds just like my group.....

#2 saw this person's business...he saw this as a major threat. He took the chief business, St. Mary's Hospital, and hacked into their server. Piece of cake, as they had just gotten up. He left a message on the CEO's area: Don't Stop The Crime Or You'll Run Out Of Time. Your Kind Are Unwanted Here. You Have Been Warned.
He erased his steps cleanly and easily, in a normal fashion. He went back to his work on the city's operation center, and gave access only with a certain user and password. He decided to screw with it. taking off service from the docks to a 10 block radius. Not much in such a large city.

Zion & Miller crack open the box, and begin to lay the contents out on a battered card table...

The selection includes...

UMP (5)
TMP (5)
MP5-PDW (4)
MP5A5 (4)
Glock 17 (10)
Berretta M96FS (3)
Berretta M92FS (3)
CAR-15 (2)
Tech Nine (6)

OOC: The Tech Nine is a classic inner-city gangbanger weapon. A greater selection is at the warehouse where the Hardballers are based.

Zion & Miller crack open the box, and begin to lay the contents out on a battered card table...

The selection includes...

UMP (5)
TMP (5)
MP5-PDW (4)
MP5A5 (4)
Glock 17 (10)
Berretta M96FS (3)
Berretta M92FS (3)
CAR-15 (2)
Tech Nine (6)

OOC: The Tech Nine is a classic inner-city gangbanger weapon. A greater selection is at the warehouse where the Hardballers are based.

Luigi walked in to the office. Mario explained their largest drug salseman of the week was missing. His best team of men was landing in colombia. He asked Luigi to investigate. Luigi nodded and left with 5 men. They concealed semiautomatics and Uzi's. They reached the corner where the sales person should have been. Suddenly they heard a call, "911!" the lookout had sounded the alarm. Imediatley they found their culprits and fired apon them killing all but one who was dieing. They walked over to him.

"Who are you working for and where is my man."

"I'll never tell."

Luigi fired three shots into him. "Search him!"

"Fools!" Thomas Woden said from his office. "Watch them Davis, watch them destory the city until there's nothing left. This area has been through so much violence that it's practically not even worth fighting for it anymore."

Thomas Woden paced from his desk to his window. Although his office wasn't in the boil, he did always like to look outside the window.

"Watch them fight for guns and money now, but then watch those low lives beg on the streets in a pile of rubble, red from their own blood. Davis, go down there and use any means necessary to stop this. And for goodness sake, increase the security to the servers! All we need is a crazy lunatic on our servers. Get counterhackers if you need to just fix all of this!"

"With pleasure," said Davis smiling a very satisfied grin.

Jessie looked at the table as he spoke. "What you see on the table is some of what we have, obviously I can't put out every single item out, we dun have a table that can handle thousands of things. We have a few different types of flashbangs, knock-out grenades, no shock grenades though. For the sleeping dart guns, do you want them in hand gun or rifle variety? Rifles often then have more power and range but handguns are more concealable, so you probably want a mix of both. I can throw some tear gas in with the other grenades." he stated, almost like it was a script

"For the drink mixing, hang on a second," Jessie walked over to a open crate, after digging through it's contents, he pulled a thick, dusty book from the inside. "Here, this book should have everything you need for what you want. As for the doodads, I have a bean bag shotgun. Now this can be lethal if fired into the neck and head area, so be careful. That's settled, how many of everything do you want?" finishing off his long speech, he took a swig from a beer can.

Tong walked back and forth and then nodded to Lao.

Mr.Mario, you are clear to distribute Blue Heaven in any area you may want to, except our area. In return you will cancel all other contracts with any other that involves weapons. Ignore this treaty and you will face the qonsecuenses

The doors opened up and two men walked inside, one waring a wite coat.
"This is mr.Freeberg.. scientist, he's the one who is going to produce Blue Heaven to us"

Tong nodded at Freeberg to sit down.

"Mr.Freeberg, you are an amerikan.. how do you feel to work with the Yakuza?"

Freeberg smirked.."well.. as long as you pay me I dont have any problem with it"

Tong looked at him for a long time.. "If you ever come to think of the idea to turn your back on us, we wont harm you..but your friends.. your family.. your familys friends. and we wont kill them, just have them feel an extreme torture. Pain mr.Freeberg.. pain."

He picked up an envelope and threw it at mr.Freeberg, Freeberg opened it and looked at what was inside. Pictures of his family and friends.

"You see mr.Freeberg" Tong said "We know who you are, and wich hand you jerk of with. Dont be a fool, now go to work"

Freeberg nodded carefully and walked outside, he was escorted to the laboratory wich had been set up at one of the floors.

"Mr.Freeberg will suply us with a steady flow of Blue Heaven, now need for all these shipments. And now, its time to hit hard against the Juiliannis.
We have recieved information that their casino and nightclub incomes for the last three months are going to be transported tomorrow, I want those money. So all 20 cyborgs are going to hit that transport.. after that, we are going to pay Mr.Juilianni a visit, to show the japanese courtesy (sp?)"

-----

A blue armoured truck drove out of a garrage, it would take some 20 minutes to drive the hole way, and no one dared to mess with Juilianni.. did they?

After some 10 minutes of driving the truck stoped for a red light that just never seemed to go green, suddenly it was it with a rocket in the front, destroying the fron window and killing the two inside instantly, the door to the back of the truck was ripped up. 20 Dark dressed figures quickly ran up to the truck and a black van stoped behind the truck.
Juilianni men that had been watchin the transport started to fire their guns, the 20 figures returned the fire and started to unload the money to the van. Juilianni bullets just didnt seem to do mutch harm.. And well, the 20 figures didnt seem to aim at them, but to hold them down.
Two minutes went by and then the 20 got into the van wich drove away in high speed.

Juilianni tried to follow but the caos after the explotion was to mutch, they could only see the van dissapearing on the road.

---


"We are all green"

Tong nodded and put down the phone. He hoped that Juilianni would ge the message, The Yakuza had been here for ages, and they were not going away.


"Father Tong, lets head down to the docks. To greet the new members"

Tong nodded and they went down to the docks in a black limmousine.
A huge passanger ship had docked and some 700 Asian looking guys and women went out of it.
When they were all in a group Tong cleared his throat.
"I am Father Tong, your leader.. you have come here because there is a war here.. a war with the Juilianni family, that is all you need to know at the moment"


Some 20 Busses stood ready for all the new recruits.
"So get in the busses and we'll sort things out back at HQ"

A man in a beat up Volkswagen Beetle put down the binoculars. The Yakuza had reinforcements. Lots of them. This should go straight to the top. Then to the Juillianis.

He turned on the car and drove away. He looked over his shoulder and saw the people piling into busses. This didn't look good.

Soon, the Beetle was out of sight, headed out of the Yakuza section of town.

(OOC: It's perfectly feasible to have people watching.)

OOC: Ofcourse it is, though the people going into the busses has nothing to do with the hit on Jullianis transport.. but oh well..
And I dont have mutch to respond to..

"A hit."
"Si."
"On my transport."
"Si."
"That contained my payroll."
"Si."
"YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL!" Roared Juilianni, standing up and hitting the messenger in the face with a telephone. Blood and bits of the phone scattered around the office.

"I WANT MY F*CKING MONEY BACK, AND THE DICKS OF THE GUYS WHO TOOK IT!"

The Council of Seven met in the converted flat near #1 and #2's flats. " This has gone on long enough. If we don't provide aid, the Yakuza will run everyone out of town. Including us." said #3.

"It's unthinkable. There hasn't been such a conflict between gangs for years. There are so many conficts out there. Now we know that counterhackers are going up. It seems lot's of people want to see others go down." Said #6, who then turned towards #1, "They have to be stopped. Not the gangs, but the ones stopping them. Wooden, and the Yakuza are the biggest threats. My suggestion is a comms cut. Internet maybe?"

"Yes. I want internet cut from the Yakuza main territory and from the corporations belonging to Wooden. This war will be stopped, or more money will have to be stolen." Said #1.

"What about the market, Sir?" said #4, "They may be able to hit it. Our guns are giving us some profit, but only 2 or 3 gangs have showed up. Also, the Yakuza might see this as a threat. We need to think this over. Remember, we do have the Man, back in the business district of San T. We could call for reinforcments..."

"Four is right. We can not risk the open market. It would bring down profits. We must heighten security at the marketplace." Said #2.

"So be it. Three, call for 200 men for guarding the marketplace, in addition to the ones we have now. I also want more security on the building. We do have the neighboring building as well. Less security is required there. Bring in another 150 from San T. I know the Boss may be reluctant, but this is an important worry. Two, when you have word that the new security is in place, I want you to withdraw men from the shop to this building. Then, I want you to shut down the Yakuza and Wooden from the internet. Three, call for another 200 men after that, we are going to need some streetmen." he said.

"Yes sir!" Said #2 and #3 together, and the meeting ended.

OOC note: They met in the building heavily guarded, that is filled with residents, and nobody would have reason to visit there.

Luigi returned spattered with blood. He sat across from Mario.
"What have you found brother?"
"Well, our salseman was killed and we know who did it."
"Who?"
"I must warn you we are getting into hot waters."
"Just tell me damn it!"
"It was Anguillo Julianni." Mario was silent. "Should I contact tong onf the Yacuza?"
"Yes, tell them if they wish to prove they want to step forward with us they will kill and die with us." Luigi nodded and left. As he walked down stairs to his office the phone rang. It was David giving an update from Bolivia. He had personally killed the enemy.


Mario has decided Anguillo Julianni has become a dangerous enemy and needs to be dealt with. We want you to work with us to acheive our goal. The reward is unimaginable power. I imagine this is something the Yacuza wants and it is now for the taking!

It was a bitter-sweet day. Mario's men had hunted and been hunted but at least justice, or some form of it, would be served.

OOC: Oooh... the alliances are started to form...

OOC: Oooh... the alliances are started to form...

Mal examined the goods, while thinking. Well, if I take two crates of flash-bang grenades with the teargas thrown in, 10 Dart rifles, 10 dart handguns, the book, and the bean bag gun, how much does that equal out to be?

Back at the R&R Inn, Claw was getting anxious. Until he heard a helicoptor above the hotel. He ran up the musky basement stairs, through the beautiful Pine-Sol scented lobby, through the mostly run-down residence floors, and up to the roof, Ranticok pistol drawn. The chopper was already gone, it had dropped two large crates on the roof. Claw opened them, though wary that it could be a bomb. It was a bomb, though of a different sort. They were two crates full of various grenades: Frag, Smoke, Stun, and a few sleep thrown in. A letter was also attached. It read: "Heard you have a gang operation going in the Boil, trying to restore some order. Here's a gift to help you get started. HahahahahHAHAHAHA!!--Earl Dukeson". Earl was an old friend who had joined the Maniacan Imperial Airborne Squadron. How he heard about their gang, Claw didn't care. He flipped out. These combined with the non-lethals Mal purchased would be a huge groundbreaker. He went downstairs to tell Rever.

OOC: Oooh... the alliances are started to form...

OOC: Yep... looks like I got a head start on all y'all

We are pleased to understand that Mario has decided to join up with us. This is good news, but power is achieved through hard work. It does not come easy, the Jakuza has been around for a very long time. Anyhows, it might be best that we meet up again with another meeting to talk over what we are going to do with the Julianni situation.
/Tong

Jessie thought before he spoke. He thought about what these guys were trying to accomplish, what their finances were, and finally how likely the were to succeed.

"I'll say this, hope this sounds good. 10,000 with delivery or 6,000 if you guys pick it up, if you guys pick it up. Please, please be discreet 'bout it. Cops don't really like arms deals, lethal or not. Off-topic, but do you have a piece on you? If not I give you a .22 or .25 for 100 bucks right now." Jessie said, after much consideration.

He admired what these guys were trying to do, and he was glad he was able to help.

The weight of the war with the Yakuzas was starting to show on Juilianni's empire. The money was no longer pouring in, it came in small dribbles. Many of his gang members had resigned, as the family was unable to pay them (Thanks to the hit on the convoy). All in all, things were starting to look very bad indeed for the Mafiosos.

It was also starting to show on Juilianni himself. A normally well dressed and tidy man, he looked very much the opposite. His shirt was untucked from his trousers at one side, his tie hung limply from his neck, his hair (Normally slicked back neatly) was standing up at various angles, thanks to the numerous times he ran his hand through it in frustration, and his eyes had two large bags underneath them, thanks to his lack of sleep.

"I don't want statistics, Fitzleone, I want results. The Yakuza are bleeding us dry, and you're telling me that we have 3% more people taking out protection. How the hell does that keep us in business?! It doesn't! So I want round-the-clock pressure on the Yakuza scumbags. I want hit-and-runs, car-bombing, assaults, blackmailing, anything... BUT I WANT FRIGGIN' RESULTS!"

The Vennieau Mafiaso's were now staying at the cidital hotel, the Don turned around and looked at Tommy

"ey Tommy, who are the shot callers around here?"

Tommy got up off the chair and replyed

"juilianni's..well..they in a state of..lets say depression right now on the hands of some Asian Gentleman called Yuzakka? heard on the street today they taking shit over"

Vennieau light a cigar then glared at Tommy

"contact these asian Gentleman and set up a meeting,any surcurity measures they wanna take,after all we are understanding kapeash?

"i got you Don"

Tommy took a ride downtown with some of the boys, "apprehended" some information on how to contact Yuzaka,then made a call to a # given to them.

"yeah,hello? im sorry i can't say my name over this line all due respects but Don Vennieau gots a buisness propisition for you boys,9:00PM east side dockyards all surcurity measures is alright, good health"

Tommy hung up the phone then headed back towards the hotel

OOC: Nbi, ever thought of maybe using... punctuation? Or grammar? Or a spellchecker? 'cause your posts are horrible to read...

Satisfied with their profits, Miller & Zion pack up the remaining guns. The half-empty crate goes back in the trunk of the beat-up vehicle & the two return to the warehouse...

"Any luck?"

Jack asks, crossing his arms across his chest as he did so.

"Sold a few Tech-9's, a TMP, and a few of the Glocks..."

Zion pauses for a moment.

"The only folks who are gonna be able to afford the heavy firepower are the established gangs. We're gonna need friends if we're gonna make Garand any money."

Jack nods in agreement.

"Then make 'em. Remeber, I don't do the leader thing, I'm just here to shoot dumb muthaf**kas who screw with us. Ya'll run the show."

Mario was escorted down to the garage with Luigi at his side. They were headed for Yacuza HQ. They had to talk buisness about nemies from within and without. This mainli concerned the dead dealer but Mario had a gift for Tong he couldn't wait to present.

A few minutes later the arrived and were ringing the door bell to Yacuza HQ.

The reinforcments arrived. These ones possessed the heavy stuff that the Man got from his connections inside Texco. Industires back in San T., the CMMG-200, the infantry gun, with the heavy armor of the Infantry, also from Texco. Now they had 550 men, guards mostly.

---

#2 got his cue, and cut off Wooden's internet and the Yakuza. He then, at recent orders of #1, wired $400 million from the main Boil account to the Julianni's. With it, a message: "A gift from #1 of the Gonzos. There will be 300 men armed, 250 with black body armor and helmets, with a G on the forehead and carrying CMMG-200's, with 50 unarmored men with M-16's. If you see them, do not open fire on them. We will destroy the Yakuza."

---

#4, head of strategics, ordered up his 200 streetmen, along with 50 of the ones who were planned to guard the market, those 250 armed with CMMG-200's, and 50 of the existing ones armed with M16's. He told them to prepare for combat. The Yakuza were attacking the Julianni's, which wasn't good. "Ok, I want you all to move in on the dock areas. I am notifying the Juliannis. You are to set forth and march onto the docks where the Yakuza are. Take no prisoners. Leave none of them alive. Before you reach them, fire only if fired upon! NOW GO!"

And so, with that, the 300 men began marching on 6 seperate streets, fifty in each, towards the Yakuza.

"400 milllion! Yes! YES! YEEEES!" Cried Juilianni in his office, before he leaned back in his chair, laughing loudly. Things were going his way again...

"Haha... ha... Hmm... Fitzleone, come in here a moment."

The man entered the office, trying to look like he was still in fear of his life. But the don's outburst had reassured him somewhat. "Si, don?"

"Everyone who left the family due to lack of funds... kill them, please. And hire me new men. NO! MORE men! MORE THAN WHAT WE HAD BEFORE! I want a FRIGGIN' ARMY!"

Fitzleone grinned and left, as the don exploded in a fresh wave of laughter.

Jessie thought before he spoke. He thought about what these guys were trying to accomplish, what their finances were, and finally how likely the were to succeed.

"I'll say this, hope this sounds good. 10,000 with delivery or 6,000 if you guys pick it up, if you guys pick it up. Please, please be discreet 'bout it. Cops don't really like arms deals, lethal or not. Off-topic, but do you have a piece on you? If not I give you a .22 or .25 for 100 bucks right now." Jessie said, after much consideration.

He admired what these guys were trying to do, and he was glad he was able to help.

"Wow, that's a grand price. I guess you can say that we'll be coming back here if we need anything else," Mal said in a mix of awe and contemplation. "You guys can deliver it, I'm sure we don't want to get you busted if we screw up. Right now...." He pulled out his weapon. "I have a Ranticok police issue semi-auto pistol. Not as good as a Chaplin, but we still lucked out in getting it wholesale. It fires several different kinds of bullets, and you can put on an attachment with a rifled barrel. Kind of crazy, but what the hey." He quickly re-pocketed the pistol. Mal wrote up a check for $10,000 and gave it to Jessie. "Heh, think what the bank'll think when they see you cash a check for 10,000 dollars." Mal jokingly gave him a 20 dollar tip from the money he had in his wallet. "Don't worry about it. You've got great service here. So, am I gettin' out of here now?"

#2 called #1: "Sir, we have been recompensated by the Man back in San T., with an extra 100 mill for the trouble. I have also set up the new firewall."

---

#1 recieved a call from #8, who was commanding the troops: "Sir, we are one block from Yakuza terrritory, and are reassembling on the wider street. I am preparing to move in my troops on your command."
"Good, eight, very good. You are to wait for my order. Stay a block away, and keep awake. All armored troops should have their helmets to IR scan. I will talk later."

Jessie laughed when Mal handed him the twenty.

"Heh, I 'ppreciate. Don't worry 'bout the bank, I got reliable sources. Give me the address where you want us to drop off the stuff and what time. Head upstairs, Rich'll give you a ride back. Glad I could help, hopefully we can do business later on, here's my celly, call up with what you want and I'll get it ready in five to ten minutes. Then you can drop by and swap goods. Word is bond." Jessie extended his hand to seal the deal.

To Jessie, verbal contracts were either the most stable contracts or the easiest to fall apart, it all depends on the other person because he always made sure to keep his end of the bargain.

Mal grasped Jessie's hand, shook it, then took out a card and scribbled the address down on it. He headed upstairs, to get his ride home.

Davis, Woden's #2 man, briefed about 50 men, ready to launch an attack.

"O right men, listen up. On the crate to my left we have ya' classic weapons: Uzis, Sigs, you know the drill. The crate in front of me, now here's something you need to know."

Davis pulled out an unfamiliar weapon.

"Alright, here ya' go. New from R & D Weapons Division."

Davis held up the weapon.

"Do we even have an R & D weapon's division?" asked a guy in the back of the room.

Davis gave the guy a nasty stare and then continued speaking.

"Alright, this is the CSMG-19 Silenced Machine Gun. This baby fires 9mm rounds and holds 64 in a magazine. Now, as you can see this is a 'bullpup' design weapon with the mag behind the trigger. This weapon can penetrate most body armor and as its name implies it is silent and it does have a built-in silencer. Now, the weapon to the right of it is the MK/SG-1 Precision Rifle. 5.65mm explosive ammo. Holds 20 rounds. Semi-auto and it has a scope for precision accuracy over a long distance. My favorite.

"And last, but definately not least is this."
Davis pulled a cloth that was covering the last weapon.
"This, this ain't your standard gun. This is the crown jewel of the R&D's work. The FCA-26 Magnetic Rail Driver. fires metal slugs at ultra-high velocities. Can penetrate walls and uses thermal-imagry to find these punks. This is only one of two, the other being under heavy guard in the R&D labs. This baby is special. Only the best person will get this one."

"Now I hear from hackers, and intel that we know who hacked into the computers. we're gonna go get them."

All the men in the room smiled, knowing they'll be able to try out the weapons.

-Bump-

Davis, Woden's #2 man, briefed about 50 men, ready to launch an attack.

"O right men, listen up. On the crate to my left we have ya' classic weapons: Uzis, Sigs, you know the drill. The crate in front of me, now here's something you need to know."

Davis pulled out an unfamiliar weapon.

"Alright, here ya' go. New from R & D Weapons Division."

Davis held up the weapon.

"Do we even have an R & D weapon's division?" asked a guy in the back of the room.

Davis gave the guy a nasty stare and then continued speaking.

"Alright, this is the CSMG-19 Silenced Machine Gun. This baby fires 9mm rounds and holds 64 in a magazine. Now, as you can see this is a 'bullpup' design weapon with the mag behind the trigger. This weapon can penetrate most body armor and as its name implies it is silent and it does have a built-in silencer. Now, the weapon to the right of it is the MK/SG-1 Precision Rifle. 5.65mm explosive ammo. Holds 20 rounds. Semi-auto and it has a scope for precision accuracy over a long distance. My favorite.

"And last, but definately not least is this."
Davis pulled a cloth that was covering the last weapon.
"This, this ain't your standard gun. This is the crown jewel of the R&D's work. The FCA-26 Magnetic Rail Driver. fires metal slugs at ultra-high velocities. Can penetrate walls and uses thermal-imagry to find these punks. This is only one of two, the other being under heavy guard in the R&D labs. This baby is special. Only the best person will get this one."

"Now I hear from hackers, and intel that we know who hacked into the computers. we're gonna go get them."

All the men in the room smiled, knowing they'll be able to try out the weapons.

OOC: How do you find out who, none the less get on the internet, when I cut off your internet?

OC: how long are the Yacuza gonna keep an ally aiting to be shown to tong's office?

((OOC: Sorry I haven't been around... I've had other business to attend to))

Rever was out cold when someone opened the door. By the time the sound reched his ears, he had already whipped out his Glock from underneath his pillow. Claw was staring straight down the barrel. "Oh, it's you," he said, lowering his pistol. "What's going on?"
"Special deliever. One of my contacts back home dropped off a few crates of non-lethals,"
"Great, great... why?"
"Who knows?"
"Everything kosher?"
"Yeah, it all checks out,"
Rever sighed. Maybe that meant they'd have more supplies here after all. "Lemme see,"
"... They're on the roof. He dropped 'em off via chopper,"
"Shrewd... but of little concern. I'm goin' up to see 'em,"
"Suite yourself,"
Rever dropped out of bed, gathering his black chain mail-lined vest from his backpack. He run out into the hall, and took a few flights of stairs before kicking a fire exit in and using the metal escape stairway to climb to the roof. Rever found an open crate with Maniacan push-button grenades. He'd always wanted to get a shipment of these, because the guys out in the field said they were insanly powerful and versitile. He hefted the crate and brought it back down and inside. Claw took them and put 'em in the basement, so that any casual observer didn't notice a box of grenades sitting about. Rever doubted they'd report them to the cops, though.
There are two things that are in short supply in the Boil: Clean anything and police. Not that he cared. He could function fine, if not better without them. He did live in Obscure Nation, after all, where citizen health care and protection weren't really on any agenda. Ever.
Rever flicked on his sunglasses and stuffed his assault rifle in his backpack. He put it on, jamming his twin 11-mm pistols into opposite holsters. "I'm going out," he said casually, then walked right on out the door.

Davis, Woden's #2 man, briefed about 50 men, ready to launch an attack.

"O right men, listen up. On the crate to my left we have ya' classic weapons: Uzis, Sigs, you know the drill. The crate in front of me, now here's something you need to know."

Davis pulled out an unfamiliar weapon.

"Alright, here ya' go. New from R & D Weapons Division."

Davis held up the weapon.

"Do we even have an R & D weapon's division?" asked a guy in the back of the room.

Davis gave the guy a nasty stare and then continued speaking.

"Alright, this is the CSMG-19 Silenced Machine Gun. This baby fires 9mm rounds and holds 64 in a magazine. Now, as you can see this is a 'bullpup' design weapon with the mag behind the trigger. This weapon can penetrate most body armor and as its name implies it is silent and it does have a built-in silencer. Now, the weapon to the right of it is the MK/SG-1 Precision Rifle. 5.65mm explosive ammo. Holds 20 rounds. Semi-auto and it has a scope for precision accuracy over a long distance. My favorite.

"And last, but definately not least is this."
Davis pulled a cloth that was covering the last weapon.
"This, this ain't your standard gun. This is the crown jewel of the R&D's work. The FCA-26 Magnetic Rail Driver. fires metal slugs at ultra-high velocities. Can penetrate walls and uses thermal-imagry to find these punks. This is only one of two, the other being under heavy guard in the R&D labs. This baby is special. Only the best person will get this one."

"Now I hear from hackers, and intel that we know who hacked into the computers. we're gonna go get them."

All the men in the room smiled, knowing they'll be able to try out the weapons.

OOC: How do you find out who, none the less get on the internet, when I cut off your internet?

OOC: The hospital's internet maybe down, the company's internet going into the city maybe down, but you didn't shut down independent computers in the city that you don't know belong to Woden that is tracking you. Street intel also helps. Literally, bleeding edge technology and top, professional hackers and your character's growing euphoria and feeling of invisibility doesn't help anything, although, your character still is pretty good at covering his tracks.

Don't worry though. They're not going to go to your Apartment HQ for a long, long time. Can't say the same about some of your businesses though.

OOC: Well, the market isn't a business. You can't expect to safely break into an underground market-place full of gangs and gang members and not be massively retaliated against. That and #2 is extremely paranoid. I based his character mostly on myself: A paranoid computer nerd.

OOC-Can I join in please? I know it's late, but hey. I'll play as a relatively small gang, who move to the city to make it to the top.


IC-

Four garbage Trucks, painted in silver and black rise over the bridge, heading into the boil. There are men inside, and some hanging from the sides of each. As they pass a burning police car, one man leans over and fires at it with his small sub-machine gun.
JOEY! YOU IDIOT, INCONFUKINSPICIOUS OK! Calls a man in the passenger seat of the truck. Joey swung back onto the rail he was holding onto, and tucked his gun back into his bag.

Inside the cab of the lead truck, one guy was driving, whilst the other stared at a map.
Turn left The guy with a map said.
The truck swung left violently, which was followed by an audible ghroan from the rear of the truck.
Shut up in there! yelled map guy, as he slammed his fist on the metal partition.
Trey, Cool it. The oys aint gonna so anything right if you keep fuckin' with 'em! said the driver as he looked for signs.
Okay, Okay. Right, go left and then stop. We'll be right behind the wharehouse.
You sure Questioned The driver.
I have a map don't I?Gees Jo, You need to kill someone. Said Trey, as they both began laughing.
As they stopped laughing, they wound the window up and stopped the truck. They got out, buit not beofr pushing a button in the controll pannel, which started openeing the truck garbage door. The other dirvers did the same, as they gathered by a double door, which had five large green bins on one side.
Jo Banged on the door with his clenched fist. A man opened it. He was a big man, wearing blue dungarees and holding a metal bar.
Mr, we've come to do the bins.
As Jo finished speaking the group who had assembled at the door began drawing small sub-machine guns from their satchel bags.
Now get in the bin.

The guy laughed, and shouted back into the wharehouse. he spoke with an American accent, which was different to the Latino-American of the Bin-men.
Hey guys, 8 guys here want to take over. The rest of the guys from the wharehouse emerged, about 20 or 30 of them. Including 5 guys at the back, wearin baseball caps. They laughed with the others.
Well, if you won't co-operate...
As he said Co-Operate men began filing out of the trucks, weilding more machine-guns, pistols and a few shot-guns. They gathered at the door and aimed inside.
from inside came gunshots, then screams.
The guys in caps had opened automatic fire on their workmates.
The bin-men followed suit, tearing appart the bodies of the workers.
After a few hours, all the bodies were in bags and bins, and on their way in one of the trucks to be burnt. The rest of the guys took over the wharehouse, and began finding their way arround the machines.
The Rejitano Gang had finnaly god a rasp on The Boil, through an underground Cocaine Factory.

Les Double Post!
:roll: :roll: :roll:

At night, various construction equipment arrives on the outskirts of the Boil and begin building a low, dug-in building. Surrounding it, is a perimeter of HGT's (Heavy Gonzo Troopers).

Rich was outside smoking a cigarette, he turned to Mal with a little smirk.

"Well, looks like everything is all set. Any place you wanna go before I drive you back? I'll let you decide well I finish this smoke, I don't like smoking in my car." he took another pull from his smoke, then he spotted someone that he visually responded to seeing.

"Oh Shi*, I'ma be right back, hold my smoke, I gotta let this fool know what's up." as he said that, he pulled out brass knuckles, put them on his right hand and walked to towards the man at a brisk pace. The young man turned around with enough time to have a shocked look on his face as he was greeted with a punch to his face, as he dropped Rich punched three more times. He was yelling something about, how he better get the money and not to screw anyone else over. Of course, Rich said it with more "enthusiasm". After that, he spat on him then walked back.

"Thanks for holding it." he said, in a chilly, calm voice.

(Need any new blood here?)
The Green Jacks
Leader:Andrew Kelly
Second in command:Sean O'Malery
Business: Gambling, extortion, bars, restaurants, and nightclubs
Main base of Operation:The Emerald Pub&Restaurant
Also Operates:McLeary's Place, The Royal Casino, Club Diamond, numerous gambling operations in bars.

The wind howled down the canyon of buildings. Four men hurried out of the sedan parked in the back of a large, two-story building in the heart of the area. The youngest of the group opened the door for the others, which included an elderly gray-haired man, a tall man in his thirties, and a large man with a beard. Everyone was now in the back hallways of The Emerald Pub & Restaurant. Eleborate sconces lit the corridor. The young man walked away from the rest with a wave. The others walked up a stairway to another hallway.
"Ah, this place is like it was in the old days!"said the old man. "I'm so glad new life is being pumped into the Jacks."
"Your father would be proud, I'm sure, Andrew."mentioned the man in his thirties. They arrived at set of doors and walked into a small foreroom.
"Hello Mr. Kelly, Mr. Malery, Mr. Hennigan." greeted the young woman at a desk. "No messages, sir."
The group went through yet another set of doors, which led into a beautiful, well-furnished office. A window overlooked 3rd Street below. Kelly sat in his large chair, Thirty in a chair before the desk, the large man in a leather couch.
"You remember him, Sean?" said Kelly.
"Well, I was just a squirt, but I remember he was a great man, kept things running. You're just like him." said Sean in the chair.
"Okay, enough flattering, lets get down to business."

Vlad was in a room, surrounded by the leaders of a number of his squads. Each was fully armed, ready to fight.

Vlad spoke up, his voice echoing through the building. "The Yakuza is giving our allies some serious trouble. I want you to......make an example of the business' paying protection money to the Yakuza. Hit the whole business, not just the people. Deadly force is authorized." He handed each a folder. "This is information on each of your targets."

The squad leaders saluted and left. They gathered their squads and left for different parts of the town.

-Several miles away, an hour later-

Two cars pulled up to a building. They were normal jeeps, and the five men and women in each one were dressed in civilian clothing. They all got out, and headed for their doors.

This building held four business' that were paying protection money. On top of these business' was a small time software company. They had no orders to take out this business, so decided to use means that wouldn't blow down the building, but would wipe out the bottom floors.

They all entered a different stores in groups of four. One person would browse, and the other would go to the bathroom. They all bought something, and left. They rondezvoused three blocks away, where the first to leave had taken the cars. Once they had all gathered, they opened the trunk of one of the cars. A board with switches on it sat there, with a long antenna that unfurled.

One of the people flipped every switch on the board, and pressed a button on the right side.

Back in the bathrooms of the stored, each bomb started a timer. It was set for 15 seconds. When the timer ran down, the bombs exploded, taking out the entire first floor of the building. Glass blew into the street and smoke poured out of the buildings.

All around the city, the same thing was happening.

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#1 called #8: "Eight. You are now cleared. March and fire upon all who get in your way. I want the bulk of the attack up the center, but I want you to send 50 units to go around to their flank. Choose one of them, and send your next highest with them." he hung up his phone. He then turned around to see his plasma screen TV in the wall on, with the image of a bald man, fairly old looking, with a lot of scars, yet with a sense of energy in him. The Man.

#1 bowed where he was: "Sir, I request more troops. One hundred undercover men and two hundred force. We are creating a bunker, which will be henceforth occupied by myself, the Council, and Eight to Fifteen (in commanding order). We will need guards."

"It will be granted. Get Two to start hacking again. More money. Take some out-of-city accounts if you need. You are going to need a highly secured vault at that bunker. If anyone finds that we have this techology, we will be doomed. We are going to send the others we have to you. With this new technology, no one will dare resist us or our allies. That is all."

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Several minutes later, report came in from #8 that the assault on Yakuza territory was commencing.

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#2 recieved his order, and hacked out a total of $350 million. They were going to make much profit after they got the new technology.

Rich was outside smoking a cigarette, he turned to Mal with a little smirk.

"Well, looks like everything is all set. Any place you wanna go before I drive you back? I'll let you decide well I finish this smoke, I don't like smoking in my car." he took another pull from his smoke, then he spotted someone that he visually responded to seeing.

"Oh Shi*, I'ma be right back, hold my smoke, I gotta let this fool know what's up." as he said that, he pulled out brass knuckles, put them on his right hand and walked to towards the man at a brisk pace. The young man turned around with enough time to have a shocked look on his face as he was greeted with a punch to his face, as he dropped Rich punched three more times. He was yelling something about, how he better get the money and not to screw anyone else over. Of course, Rich said it with more "enthusiasm". After that, he spat on him then walked back.

"Thanks for holding it." he said, in a chilly, calm voice.

Mal looked on in horror. "Yeah, uh, no problem." He got in the car, horrified expression still imprinted on his face.

Tong shook hands with Mario and nodded at him to take a seat, they were located in an unknown office at an unknown location.
"Wellcome, I am glad that you came.. the streets are not what they used to be. Julliani started this war, he thinks that it will solve problems. That he will take this town over. But I can asure you, he will not."

At that moment a man ran into the office, screaming about a house getting blown up, offices belonging to the Yakuza getting destroyed.

Tong shook his head and looked at Mario.
"You see? before it was all fine, they were at their side of town and we at ours. but now.. it has all gone to hell.. that is why I want your help. You see, Julliani is bad for buisness, his allies fail to see that. My thoughts are to remove Julliani and put you in charge of what is left of his organisation.."

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The Yakuza Docks

As night fell some unknown men attacked the Yakuza docks, not looking or acting as Julliani men.. the Yakuza men was a little uncertain who they were fighting against. The attack turned into a bloody streetwar were men at both sides died. For Lao who had responsibility for the docks, it was time to show their new weapon.She nodded to four of the cyborgs, they nodded back and dissapeard into the night. Equiped with assault rifles.


Suddenly out of nowhere, some of the attackers on the flank got hit very hard by humanbeings that came jumping from the roof, bullets hit them and they were dead. Others of the attacking men cold see the Yakuza beings kill, and then dissapear very quickly.. to quick.. to quick to be human...

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After taking hold of the coke wharehouse, the North Boys Gang began producing and selling prime cocaine to big men in the city, but the horizon was now broadening.

An hour later, more men where arriving in large trucks, taking their places in the wharehouse. They all possesed guns and bats,ready for a big day out.
Jo walked out to where the guys where assembled, toying with their weapons.
The Green Jacks, we're gonna hit 'em he said, as he looked arround the room, First, we drive to the places then ask for Andrew Kelly. If he ain't arround, get Sean O'Malery. I guess they'll both be at the Emerald Pub, but there other places is good too. I want 'em. We start at the Club Diamond, so get your guns, and get in the cars and trucks-lets go.
The group of men arose and obeyed, filing into cars and trucks which hit the mainstream traffic. They drove calmly and pulled up at the Club Diamond.
Ready? Said Jo as they headed in.

The drive back to HQ was uneventful, only things that stood was that Rich sang along to some songs on the radio and had a long cell phone converstation with a female. Never once through the whole trip did the converstation even come close to the event before the ride, Rich would subtley change the topic.

"Well, here's your stop, if you need a ride for something. Give me a call, if it's not too late and I'll see what I can do. Take it easy" Rich explained

After Mal got out the car, Rich pulled a U-turn and headed back to the variety store.

The high 15 moved into the bunker, and 16 was left in charge of the tower. Nobody saw them move, as they produced some of the technology. After hearing the report from #8, he had the men retreat to the bunker, which was too heavily guarded to be breached.
Nobody could tell they moved. They had developed the technology and were now having it produced and shipped by the Man's group back in San T. It was a cloaking device. Adaptive camoflouge, heat hiding. Invisable to radar, IR, and the naked eye. Nearly undetectable. The only way to breach the cloaking device is to fire a slug in or out of it, but firing one in was very unlikely. They were now developing one for the armor suits. But, for now, they used the ones developed for the ten jumpships. They also made themselves six billion dollars richer, with another 10 jumpships, 4bill to the Man, 2 bill to the field men, by sending the plans to be developed by San T. as well. They also gave up the market to anyone's control. The money made was shifted to the account, and arms given to the gangs controlling the market. A recruitment drive went and another 500 members were recruited, enough to be housed in the Boil. Revolution was to go up soon...

*zweite poste*

Mal walked slowly towards the door, until after the car's headlights were turned straightly away. Then he burst into a high-school record sprint. The door didn't slow him down a mile per second. He slipped and fell down hard on the freshly waxed hardwood lobby floor, and got up immediately. He took the steps down to the basement three at a time, then collapsed at Claw's feet. "Made the purchase, two crates of flashbangs, a bunch of dart guns, and some other stuff. Only ten thousand USD," Mal spat out. "You've gotta' be kidding me! We saved a crapload of nose!*" Mal reached into his back pocket and tossed up the checkbook, still on the floor heaving for air. "Well, I gotta tell ya', I also got two crates of a whole bunch of grenades from a contact back home. So right now, we have a regular weapons cache. Amazing. We could even make a move against one of these cheapo new clans...." Claw looked at his new list, which featured The Green Jacks, The Rejitano Gang, and some others. "We have to get some business going here first. Pretty much flat so far. We need to get some advertising for some of these one man gangs and little factions to stay here and we can have some bottom-line......"


*OOC: "nose" is a slang term for Maniacan money, the Clown Nose. Other terms include: token, polish, paint, petal, laugh, and haha.

Will Falliagan looked out the window of Club Diamond.
"Hey, George, take a look at all those cars. I don't like that."
"Me neither."
(I can post again tomorrow, some time after 3 EST, so please don't do anything major until then.)

Not many people wandered the streets of the Boil. Which is smart, really, as just wandering will probably get you shot. But Rever didn't really care about the other gangs or what bullets would do to him. So when some shady looking guy wanted to pick a fight, Rever willingly agreed.
"Come on, poser Goth! What are you gonna do, huh? Summon the Devil to eat my soul or something?"
"Satin has better things to do then devour your soul, fool. I think I'll do it for him," and before the man could mouth a snappy comeback, Rever had whipped out his twin pistols and riddled him with holes. He then stole the guy's wallet and anything of value in his pockets. Then he dumped him in an alley. Rever pocketed his cash and jewelry, walking off nonchalontly.

"I think we have done the Yakuza enough damage. I think we had better talk business with them."

The don picked up his office phone and dialled for the Yakuza.

"Anguillo Juilianni here. Perhaps it is time we discussed a trade for my mother."

OOC: Ah, you thought I had forgotten about that! DIDNCHA?!

By this time, about twenty more members of Khar Vadis had arrived at the headquarters; to pay for basic expenses, they preyed on minor street gangs in the area, and any helpless victims they happened to come across.
The next group to arrive, however, was different. Six heavily modified delivery vans and a dozen black cars, moving in an orderly convoy, arrived at the abandoned factory where Khar Vadis was basing its operations.
With the reinforcements came a messange.
It is time for you to start getting involved in local politics. Contact the stongest enemy of the maker of this "Blue Heaven." Perhaps they will hire you. If not, ask for an alliance with right of plunder. Also, I want a report on the markets in The Boil. We need to make a profit on this venture. Find out how. I want to hear about your excellent progress within a week... do not dissapoint me.
Trudok grinned.
"Now things will start to get interesting... Karl, get to work compiling that report. You are free to command up to ten of the crew to get any information we don't have. Include potential weak points of course...
Geyir, get me in touch with Juilianni immediately. They are certainly Yakuza's worst enemy in the city."
Geyir, a light haired VerDa, took up the phone and started dialing...

Mario stood before Tong now. "Don't do it. I have 1000 armed men at your disposal and I have plans to buy low range missiles within a year. The bolivian arms market is yours and money will flow in. Leave him hanging for a while before making any deal. Yea, I am handing over the Bolivian arms market to you after my recent victory." He smiled and left.

OOC: Not sure why my posts before I was deleted are given as an Ex Nation. *tag*

Coming into the city from the north, music can be heard. Those nearby recognize it as the theme music for the Ringwraith in LotR, being played on the radios of military-quality motorcycles. Heavily armored warriors, armed with shotguns and machetes, ride into the city looking for someplace to refuel. The Dauthi mercenaries had recently returned from a successful raid on neighboring smugglers, and decided to crash in the Boil to celebrate. And wash off the blood.

Dauthi Cavalry Teams (37):
Unarmed Driver & Gunner with Shotgun

Dauthi Knights (26):
Driver w/ Machete

All wear heavy body armor.

OOC: *arrives home from spring break and reads what has happened*

would now (as in tomorrow, I'm going to bed now) perhaps be a good time for my charachter to meet with the Don?.

OOC: I'm liking my invisibility.

IC:

The members of the 'Hardballers' lounged around the warehouse, some sleeping, others cleaning weapons. Miller sat near the door, cleaning a Browning riot gun. Next to him sat a USAS-12, with a twelve round cylinder magazine.

Jack sat in his supposed office, dozing in his oversized leather chair with his booted feet propped up on his expensive-looking desk.

Zion sat in a warehouse corner on his sleeping bag, loading a clip with .300 WinMag rounds for his custom-built WA2000.

Torres polished 'Maria', his switchblade, with a red bandanna. He whistled a simple mexican folk song as he did so, something about a woman with large 'assets'...

OOC: Yes, now would be a good time to meet.

OOC: I've been a tad busy over the past week after getting into trouble with my step mother BIG time and spent the best part of a week.....huh...'gardening'! (lucky fingers still ok after all them nettlies)

BTW The Vermillions will be moving a lot of freight by rail.

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Charles Vermillion had been following recent events very closely, and it looked like most of the other gangs were caught up in a city wide war.

HA!...a good time to 'expand' operations beyond the Ruskkie Slums.

Futhur more, enough cops were now on the Vermillion payroll for the gang to act freely.

Charles started to write out orders.


1. Gain control of the rail network coming into the city along the southside.

2. Secure the Ruskkie Slums, the 5th Street Police Station isn't a problem no more.

3. Check out any large open wasteland areas and underused rail yards.

4. Double patrols and 'protection collection' rounds.

5. Gain a few more wharehouses.

6. Map out local sewers.

Mr V

Sean O'Mallery talked to the men around him.
"Okay, people, it's time to start up the Lowerey Security Company again. Every store you come across, offer them our services, lest some common street gang mess up their business. Now, don't go bothering stores around our turf. They're like family to us. Now go."

As night began to fall, a small black car wound up the road leading to the Juilianni Mansion. (I'm assuming there's a guardhouse) It pulled to a stop at the guardhouse and a man of average height got out. "My name is Zak Manchester, I have an appointment with the Don." The guard looked at a small clipboard and nodded silently. "I hope you'll understand that I must search your vehicle, he said after a moment." After a brief argument, Zak shrugged and walked over to lean on a barrier, while the guard inspected the contents of the car. After a minute or two, the guard stepped back into the guardhouse and punched a code into a small keypad, raising the barrier across the road. Zak slid back into his car and smoothly accelerated up to the front door, where he parked.

A dozen of the don's personal guard filed out in front of the door, all armed with AKs. The leader held up his hand to Zak and said, "We need to search you. Put your hands behind your head."

The man proceeded to pat down Zak, checking for firearms, knives etc...

OOC: I'll leave it to you whther or not your character is armed...

Zak stood with a slightly annoyed look on his face as the man searched him. He almost smiled as he considered how stupid someone would have to be to try to bring a weapon into the mansion. After a few seconds, the man was satisfied that Zak was unarmed. "Now that we're through with technicalities, let's go inside and get don to business."

"Si. This way."

The man led Zak into the mansion and up a large flight of stairs. At the top of them was a large set of oak doors, which the man knocked on before walking in.

"Zak Manchester, don."

The don looked up from his book and nodded. The other man walked away as the don put down his book and leaned back in his chair.

"Come in."

Tong nodded.




Julliani, get your men out of the dock area, you know its mine, the Yakuza has controled it for ages and we are not going to let it go.
We have your mother, and unless you back off.. she is going to know what the real meaning of pain is. You see, we wont kill her.. no, we will torture her untill the end of time. Face it, you wont expand into Yakuza territory, just accept it.
/Tong

The delivery truck pulled up to the location, at the time given. It was a bread delivery truck, dropping off bread to various stores, or so it seemed. The two people in the truck got out and started to unload the crates. After the crates were unloaded, they waited around for five minutes. When the Ruph Ryderz showed up, the driver flashed to the headlights twice to let them know they saw and acknowledged them. They also left a note on one of the crates "Fresh off the shelf".

Rever decided he was accomplishing nothing on the streets. He checked the reflective patch in his sunglasses to see if anyone was tailing him, and then made his way back to the R&R Inn. A bread delivery truck was just pulling away as he opened the door. He didn't think they delivered bread anymore...
In the lobby, Claw flagged him down. "Rever, I have a plan. Come to the basement. We'll discuss things down there," Rever just then kept walking past the smiling Claw, and right down the steps into the depths of the basement. A small light hung from it's electical cord, dangling about with only a grated metal shade. There were cracks in the wall and dust everywhere, not to mention the roaches. Ugh, the roaches...
"So, you wanted to talk? Talk,"

Claw began: "We need some kind of network," he said while he sat upon a newly delivered crate of flash-bangs. "A way to move around town smoothly and stealthily. I have just the thing." He trotted over to another part of the basement which had been stacked with boxes, mostly of ammunition. He yanked a big piece of paper and ran back over to Rever. "Sewers. This map I got over the internet shows the entire web. They run under all the city, and have connections to all buildings without a septic tank, which is just about all of them. If we can gain control of the sewer system, we would be in great standing. And, since there's so few people here, and not much public works, we won't have to worry about rivers of sewage coming down upon us unexpectedly, or sewage workers calling the cops. So, what do you think?"

Rever stroked his short black beard. "It would move us efficiently and secretly. I think it'll work. I'll get a few people in to start clearing the sewers of any unpleasent things... if they can be avoided,"
"Good. Have them fan out in all directions from underneath our building. We'll sweep through and clear it all," Claw responded.
"Done,"
Rever then jogged up the steps and delegated of his men to take to the sewers and kill anything that moved.

Zak slowly walked into the room, admiring the obviously expensive decor and allowing himself to soak up the atmosphere of the room before he turned his attention to its occupant. Zak stopped and stood in front his host and spoke. "Don Anguillo Juillianni, it's a pleasure to meet you at last." He pauses for a moment, and glances around once more. "I must say you have excellent taste in decorating, this office is very impressive."

The Don grinned and motioned to a chair in front of him. "Thank you, my friend. However, I'm afraid we really must discuss business. I understand you wish to help the family, si?"

"Yes. I came to the Boil looking for employment and I've been observing the various organizations that operate here for a week or so. I wanted to find the most efficient and best run group in the area, to "compare products and prices" to use a metaphor. As you've no doubt guessed, I found your mafia group to be the most impressive in the area."

Zak paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I wish to join your organization partially out of hope for personal gain, that's obvious. But I also think that my skills can benefit your organization."

He paused again to remember if he had forgotten anything that needed to be said.

"I hope that you can also see the potential here for mutual benefit."

Rever stroked his short black beard. "It would move us efficiently and secretly. I think it'll work. I'll get a few people in to start clearing the sewers of any unpleasent things... if they can be avoided,"
"Good. Have them fan out in all directions from underneath our building. We'll sweep through and clear it all," Claw responded.
"Done,"
Rever then jogged up the steps and delegated of his men to take to the sewers and kill anything that moved.

OOC: You're men might run into some of the Vermillions' men doing the same thing....possible gunfight?

PS My guys have shotguns, pistols and 'tommy' (1930s gangster machine) guns.

"hmm... si, si, I think we could be able to help each other out... Go find my right hand man, Fitzleone. He'll set you up with a gun. I think I may have some work for you very soon..."

OOC: Support gang Juilianni! Visit HERE NOW! (http://www.outwar.com/page.php?x=2088884)

Zak allowed a slow smile to spread across his face.

"It's good to be working again Don Juillianni. I'll go see Fitzleone, although I alreeady own most of the equipment I'll be needing. It'll be good to get to know him."

With a quick half-bow, Zak turns and exits the room. "Please direct me to Mr. Fitzleone."

Zak allowed a slow smile to spread across his face.

"It's good to be working again Don Juillianni. I'll go see Fitzleone, although I alreeady own most of the equipment I'll be needing. It'll be good to get to know him."

With a quick half-bow, Zak turns and exits the room. "Please direct me to Mr. Fitzleone."

"He should be in the bar." Said one of the passing members of the family.

Claw was lounging in a bean bag chair while drowning a roach nest in RAID. He hoped to get some real exterminators in there by the end of the week. He wondered how Rever was doing. Hopefully he didn't get eaten by a mutant crocodile and/or encounter some other buffs who happened to pop up in the sewers. Ahh, he was carrying a crate and a half of flashbangs/fragmentation grenades, guns galore, and a bunch of dart pistols. He could blow the head off of any mutant crocodile or rival gang that came within forty yards.....

So it was, that 50 Dreadnaughts spread out through the sewers to conquer their subteranian realm. They cleared out most of the muck with high-heat grenades, burning it to a fine powder.
They ran into a few members of other gangs along the way. On one occasion, a vanguard of four Dreadnaughts heard the echoes of footfalls on the iron pipe floor. One tossed a gas grenade around the corner, filling the pipe with a thick, choking green gas. The others gasped for breath and eventually fell over, stunned and uncontious. The Dreadnaughts then slit their throats with their combat knives.
The superior tactics and weapons of the militaristic Dreadnaughts swept through the sewers, leaving all opposition in crummpled heaps. They had lost 6 of their own men, but those would be easily replaced, as some of them still had connections back to Obscure Nation, where they could get some new recruits.
The 44 surviving Dreadnaughts filed back up into the R&R Inn, where they reported of their opposition and of their succsess. The sewers were theirs.

"Great. I've got a whole deal ready for the sewers. We can have giant doors, and I know a keycard maker place, and I can issue all of us keycards to traverse the sewers. We could also have some kind of sewer trolley, ferrying supplies. Right now, though, we better get some guys down there to keep post. If we have to guys on every corner of the hypercenter, what is that, like 80 guys? too much. One cop for every two corners is like 30. That should be enough, I think. And I know a whole graduating class back home that would be happy to help us....in a few months. Sorry if I'm talking like I need to be on Ritalin....Let's see...Talko, Clyde, Scooter, Static, Yusef, Elmo, Coco, Scuff, Socrates, and Pollux can go down with a bunch of your Dreadnaughts. If you want to add a few over 30 go ahead, the more the securer....and merrier I gues...no, leave it at securer." Claw took a very deep breath.

"Fine with me... hey, I need 40 of you guys to set up guard in the sewers, any voulenteers?" Rever asked sarcastically. The legion of black-clad figures chuckled slightly. "Okay then, you people over there, set up shop in the sewers and kill anything that moves. And take care of the Maniacans. They'll need it," he said with a small laugh, and his men shouted. "Hey, Psycho, you're good with a welder, right? Take a few buddies and raid a few places for heavy metal. We're going to get doors installed and I need you to make 'em,"
"Sure, Rever. Flick, Switch, Xeno, I need you to come with me and nab some supplies. Let's go," The physically imposing Psycho ordered. "Switch, you're the klepto around here. Seen any rides with a nice cargo hold?"
The small, weasly Dreadnaught looked up. "There's an old garbage truck a few blocks from here. It'll haul whatever you need in mass quantities,"
"Good, get to it then. I want the truck outside the door in ten minutes. Go," Switch knew well enough not to question Psycho. He was out the door and down the street in 30 seconds.
Switch casually walked up to the old green truck, pen and clipboard in hand. He pretended to be making notes, flipping a soft metal sheet out the top of the "pen". With his "final note", he tapped the pen against the truck, inserting it into the keyhole slot. The sever-prong lock indented inself into the metal. He flipped it back in, and shook it up, covering it in the molten aluminum inside. Pens like these were expensive, mainly because of the heat sheilding needed. After a few moments, he drew the key out again, and then unlocked the door. He put the key in the ignition, and it actually started. He pulled out of the lot, and made his way to the gas station, where he put a full tank of gas in and bought some new oil so that he could change it later.
Exactly 7 minutes and 49 seconds later, Switch pulled up infront of the R&R Inn, and honked. The other three Dreadnaughts came out of the building, Xeno and Flick getting into the back hopper (which was miraculously empty), while Psycho got in the cabin with Switch. "Nice job, Switch. Now, let's go steal crap,"

OOC: Interesting... I never thought about someone using the sewers. Major kudos for originality.

OOC: Thanks Dreg

IC: Pollux was the first RR in the sewers. It stank horribly. Elmo, at 6'5" was the tallest RR on the mission. He jumped, grabbing on to two railroad track like rails on the ceiling of the sewer tube. It was probably used for a track for some kind of transport for public workers to get around the system without drowning their boots in crap. He swung back off onto the platform aside the sewage duct. They traversed the main area of the sewer, stationing around the area.

Back home, Mal was looking at the sewer network map, drawing lines on it where the doors would go, and also--with the several copies they had made--drawing arrows and X's and stuff, creating a subterranean assault mechanism. About 8 RRz were spiffing up some of the vacant rooms. They found it odd that no wayward warriors had stopped by for some confidential and cheap lodging. Mal had placed an order for a bunch gross of Super Strength Glade Air Fresheners(custom built to NOT plug-in) to make it so you could spend four hours in the sewer and not hurl the mashed potatoes you ate yesterday.....

Mario stood with Luigi. Far beow them the 1000 men Mario had promised were suiting up. With his men ready to go and guard Yacuza territory he could finish up his deal with the small missles. They were small enough to be launched from his roofs but they would cost half his profit for the year. Finally the men were headed to the docks.

A convoy of cars and vans, with a limo in the middle, all black, all bearing the Gonzo logo, and all bullet-proofed, headed towards the R&R. Out of the limo stepped #6 and his body-guards. Out of the various cars stepped out the heavily armed grunts of the Gonzo. #6 stepped up to the man in charge: "I want to meet with the leader or the Ruff Ryderz (sp?). I am a representitive of the Gonzo Family Mafia. I wish to discuss relations," he said, and awaited an answer

After a few hours of raiding local warehouses, the small Dreadnaught group had found enough metal to stuff the back of the garbage truck full. They went around a little access road and into the back lot of the R&R. They backed up close to the building, and Psycho went in the back way to speak to Rever about their success.

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Rever walked the halls of the old motel, trying to get a floor plan mapped out in his head. As he rounded the corner, he ran right into a sprinting Psycho. "You're back, are you? Find anything?"
"Yeah, we hocked garbage truck and have the entire back hopper filled with scrap metal," Psycho replied, straightening.
"Good. Don't start unloading yet, though. We have... visitors,"
"Visitors?"
"Some cliche` mafia guy. Go figure, huh?"
"Yeah... we'll wait out back,"
"Good. I'll come get you when we're finished," Psycho nodded, and then went off. Rever sighed. He never did really like these organized crime types, although Claw and his crew were pretty good. Those mafia guys, though... he didn't like them in the least bit. That's why he wasn't going to poke his head into this.

OOC: Good try, San Texario. Ruph Rydaz, with an "a".

IC: He asked for the Gonzo guy to come and see him in the hotel lobby, or if he wished, a private room. He gave Mal a light bulb that would light up when Claw pressed the button: He would press the button if anyone pulled a gun on him or anything. He waited....waited....waited...waited...and then he got a response.....(doodoodododoodoododo)