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OOC: Dregruk RP Industries Presents...

Guilty as Charged?

A Crime Thriller. Open to all!

*Curtain rises*

IC:

A man sat down in a police interrogation room. A small microphone rested in front of his mouth. He faced two police officers who had made the biggest arrest of their careers. And they were recording the biggest story in the history of modern Dregruk.

The man had a filthy black stubble on his features. His eyes had a hollow, haunted look to them. His hair was unkempt and dirty, but it really didn't matter how he looked. What he was saying was basically giving him an instant death sentence. The way he looked, it would be a relief.

I'd been working for Juilianni for about 3 months when I got the call. It seemed pretty simple at first, but that's how all major events start, don't they?

OOC: We need some people doing the interrogating. Don't worry about not knowing the plot, it'll unfold as our man makes his confession. Don't worry about the name either. Just press him for answers.

Enjoy!

OOC: *Groans* PLEASE join in folks. I'd actually like to finish a damn RP for once...

IC:

"Metzger. We need your help with a job coming up soon. Meet me in my office in 20 minutes."

I guess, in hindsight, that I should'a been a bit more wary of the call, but Leone had always been a pretty straight-forward guy.

Metzger tore through town, ignoring red lights and speed limits. It didn't matter to him. Any tickets would be "lost". Any complaints would disappear. Such was the bonuses of being a respected member in Family Juilianni.

When I arrived at the Carlton place, it was pretty late. I was on time, of course, but it was still pretty late. About... 2:30 AM, I think. Anyways, I headed...

Metzger walked calmly into the office of Leone Carlton. The place was relatively clean, but it held a nasty smell behind it. Metzger didn't complain. That was why he was popular with the Family.

"Ah, Metzger, sit down." Came the raspy voice of Carlton, who was sat behind his desk. He looked like he'd eaten one too many burgers in his lifetime.

"It's pretty routine stuff. I feel pretty bad asking you to do such a boring job, but we're a little short staffed at the moment. We need you to..."

There was a trade going on in the junkyard. The Yakuza were planning on buying to buy some diamonds that the Juiliannis had come into possession of. They were willing to put aside their hate of the Juiliannis in exchange for the pretty jewels.

The whole thing stank to high heaven. Last minute recruitment into an operation in the middle of nowhere. Trading with people who hated our guts with a vengeance. I guess I was getting a little too cocky and didn't use my brain as much as I should have.

And it damn well cost me.

~~Kajak's junkyard, a week before~~


"How long are they gonna be?" muttered Leon Lapez, leading one of Yakuza's gangs through one more slow and average job, as he let himself drop against the front passenger door of the sleek black limo, his group equally irritated. Some kicked pebbles across the yard, others sat, dragging on cigars and cigarettes, or cracking their knuckles mundanely. How hard could it be to turn up, swap and drive off?

Leon gave another glance up at one of his men, hiding in an elevated position. The man was virtually invisible, but his right sleeve and jacket tail hung slightly out into the glow of the dimly-lit yard. He would have to be made aware of his failings, but that could wait until the trade was done. At least the man could shoot a gun, and that was what he was there to do.....As well as 15 men in and out of the limos, Leon had another 5 placed carefully around the yard. No harm in being safe.....

Suddenly, Leon gave a slight start, as the sound of an engine rose in the otherwise silent area. Breathing in, Leon flicked his cigarette and drove it into the dusty ground of the yard. This would likely be his easiest job, since back when he was first hired to "police" his Boss' warehouse, years back.

3 limos pulled up at the other end of the opposite end of the scrapyard. 4 men in black suits stepped out of each one...

...with me at the front. I was carrying the goods in a metal briefcase. I really should'a posted some men around the yard, check for threats and so on. But it was late, I was bored... and that was how it all fell apart.

While Metzger was walking towards the Yakuza, flanked by his men who were walking carefully behind him, a gloved hand was pressed around the mouth of the Yakuza sniper. A silent swing of a knife, then the man lay dead in a pool of blood, multiple stabs in his back and a shocked look on his face.

Leon pushed away from the limo, and stepped slowly and meaningfully towards the Julianni gang members. Tapping his chest once where his Brevetta pistol lay in its shoulder holster, he then paced until he was around 5 metres from his adversary with the briefcase. Giving a shrill whistle, two men with briefcases left two of the other Yakuza limos in the line, and walked until they stood behind and to the side of Leon, in a triangle formation with him. All around, the Yakuza's readied their guns incase the Juliannis tried anything. Both gangs would do anything to go one up over the other. Hopefully the peace would hold for this trade, at least.

Glancing at the two men with briefcases behind him, Leon turned back to the Juliannis. "Got the jewels? Well let's see 'em then...."

I dunno how much you know about the standings in Dregruk's five families, so I'll just explain it all.

The Juilianni's, the guys I worked for, are the dominant family in Dregruk. They have a firm grip over the criminal underworld of Dregruk's major cities.

Naturally, they've got enemies. Every single one of the 4 other families wants what Juilianni's got. Power.

The most powerful enemy they've got are the Yakuza, who we were trading with. The leader of that family has a personal vendetta to pursue with Juilianni himself.

Allied with the Yakuza are the Frinches. They are pretty small, but their thugs are probably the best armed in Dregruk. They hate the Juilianni's too, and joined up with the Yakuza in an uneasy alliance.

There are the Kistans, who hate everyone and want to keep it that way. And there are the Parkas, who are a rag-tag bunch of lunatic vigilantes.

"Here ya go..." Said Metzger suavely, unclipping the case and holding it up, letting Leon see the jewels inside the case. "Got the cash? Give it over."

Snapping his fingers, the two men bearing briefcases behind Leon stepped to his side, and unlocked the catches of their loads to show lined suitcases filled to the limits with stacks of notes of several denominations. The amount in the suitcases didn't even bear thinking about, but the jewels were uniques, almost priceless, and Yakuza found it worthwhile in order to get them in his hands. The briefcases were closed again, and then, a little uneasy, they were held out. Placing his hand on the handle of the briefcase full of jewels while two Juliannis got a grip on those containing the money. Waiting until everyone was ready - most of the men making the trade on both sides suspected the other of planning something - the former owners of all 3 briefcases then let go of their grip, the 3 new holders taking them with unexpected force and speed. Retreating back to their previous positions, the trade was done. Time to leave.

"Well thank you, gen'lemen. Yakuza'll be thrilled." Leon spoke half sarcasticly, reluctant to treat the Juliannis like friends and equals. "Now if you'll excuse us, we must be off. Until next time." Leon visibly rolled his eyes, glad that he needn't be in the company of such lowlife Juliannis any more, and, covered by the rest of his gang, began pacing back to his limo.

The job was done. The family was a bit richer, the Yakuza had a ton more diamonds of sell on the streets. It would've a good night...

Metzger turned to leave, his men following suit. One man cracked a joke about one of the rival gangs, which received laughs from all the Juiliannis.

As the two gangs were heading back to their cars, all hell broke loose.

It came from all around us. Guys were cut down all over the place! Yakuza and Juilianni! My guys were slaughtered before they could reach their guns... I think the Yakuza were pretty much the same. Maybe one or two of them survived, but they must'a taken a few bullets in the process...

((Looks good. Taggishness.))

Leon was almost at the limo when a faint crackle sounded. With a sigh of pain, he dropped to his knees and then fell onto his front, dead instantly, blood spreading around a hole in his jacket in the upper area of his back, behind the heart. The gunshot which had preceded his death came from a sniper spot, the gun "borrowed" from its deceased Yakuza owner, around 50 metres away, and it was soon joined by more. The Juliannis, carrying the Yakuza's traded money, were also killed in the first couple of seconds of the firefight. Out of nowhere, men dressed in black clothes, some in suits appeared, casually shooting anyone in sight. The men caught in the open were gunned down in seconds, before they could even line up their shots. Both Julianni and Yakuza fell before the unknown assailants like pins in a bowling alley. Some of the men hanging around the limos took cover and began to return fire, but surrounded from so many sides, they could barely escape.

A few men surviving gave up their positions, flinging themselves into the limos, which promptly accelerated, their drivers having been in the cars all along. With a squeal of rubber on metal axle, and a loud crunch as the tyres suddenly spun across the gravelly, dirt-lined ground the limos accelerated towards the entrances to the junkyard. One unlucky Yakuza gangman, unable to enter his ride before it sped off, was promptly sent over the bonnet of the car behind, and left with a broken back to be topped by the unknown gangmen. A few of the men turned on the limos, bursting the right-side tyres on one, and peppering others with bullets. One lucky strike hit the engine of the 2nd Yakuza limo, igniting the petrol in its cylinders. The subsequent explosion tore the front of the car apart, and sent it flying up several metres in the air before landing on its roof, crushing the men inside and narrowly missing the limo behind. The limo with two flats careened off to the right, uncontrollable in seconds, making a very tight spin for such a long vehicle, before flipping over and rolling several metres. The driver, suffering a broken arm and a fractured hip, pulled himself from the upturned car before being shot by the same sniper who had killed Leon. Yet another 2 limos were sprayed with bullets, killing their drivers and all inside. The 4th Yakuza limo, suffering this fate, skidded to an undriven stop barring the entrance to the yard. The driver of the limo behind swerved instantly, pulling an incredible turn in such a car, and clipped the 4th limo, smashing the rear-left lights, before screaming back across to the other entrance in a plume of tyre-smoke, knocking over two men who got in its path before somehow making it out in one piece, only a handful of bullet holes to show for its troubles. Across the yard, a Julianni limo was hit, the driver dead, sending it skidding to a stop sideways across the path of the limo behind. The driver of the limo behind, unable to respond to the new obstacle in time, hit the side of the limo in front with his foot on the accelerator. His car tore a hole in the car in front; both cars temporarily together continued with the forward momentum, toppling forward and destroying both cars before a shard of red hot metal, sent flying by the collision underneath the 2nd limo, hit the petrol tank, sending both cars as one up in a huge fireball.

The men left, only a couple by now, were shot in seconds. The whole event was over in barely a minute. Of the Juliannis and Yakuzas, only three limos had escaped - all Juliannis bar one driver were dead, and four Yakuzas had made it out alive.

Yakuza member Sai Chang ran down the street chasing after the escaping Yakuza Limo:


"wait for meee!" he yelled not slowing, he ran like hell but the Limo was getting farther and farther away

He held a Ingram mack 10 in one hand and a Dessert Eagle in the other, he seen a Julianni Limo comming down the street and threw his arms in the air:

"STOP! STOP! they will kill me!" He waited for the Limo to pull over...

Sai Chang was 21 years old and had grew up around the Mafia his whole life. He looked at his side to see it was squirting blood:

"Julianni! please! i have monnney!" he shouted throwing his guns across the street


OOC:this Rp looks wicked, TAGGEDDD!

I'm not sure what happened in the chaos. I think I was the only Juilianni to make it out alive. I took a round to the shoulder, could barely turn the wheel...

Metzger clenched his teeth as he accelerated out of the junkyard. He felt the blood dripping down his skin from the wound in his shoulder. Every move he made hurt, but he reasoned that it would be better to be hurting than dead.

I made it... I dunno, 100 metres out the yard before it happened...

Metzger slammed his foot down on the brake and his car skidded to a halt. He gaped through the windscreen in disbelief.

"FREEZE! STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE AND PLACE ANY WEAPONS YOU HAVE DOWN ON THE STREET!"

An entire police SWAT team had blockaded the entrance to the junkyard and was aiming full automatic weapons at him.

I went quietly.

OOC: Just to clarify, Juilianni isn't actually there. Don Anguillo Juilianni is the head of the Juilianni crime family, and stays away from this sort of stuff.

OOC: Just to clarify, Juilianni isn't actually there. Don Anguillo Juilianni is the head of the Juilianni crime family, and stays away from this sort of stuff.

OOC: Ya, I might have confused things. When I address someone as "the Julianni(s)/Yakuza(s)" I mean part of Julianni/Yakuza crime syndicates. Just like on GTA Vice City, Tommy's gang are "the Vercettis".

Sai Chang seen the SWAT team barricading the streets, they were everywhare..a helicoptor flew over head and Sai got down on his knees with his hands behind his head:

"Iii give up! don't shoot!"

He looked over at the Julianni family Limo stopped at the baracade then awaited the officers to cuff him:

"watch my side! im hit!"

Romero cursed to himself.

How on Earth could that have just happened? We had had snipers sitting in the yard for hours, we had had more than enough guns to secure the trade. But the Juliannis - they did look quiet unprepared. They just turned up, only a handful of men, and they just stayed put, no spreading out to cover the trade, just straight down to business.......Surely, they must have had men around too. Surely! It would be stupid to just turn up like that with no men to cover your back! So maybe....their men hadn't been hinted to - by the body language of the Juliannis - because they were out of sight......scouting out the premises.....scouting out what was in the premises......scouting out who was in the premises. In the time the snipers were in position, they could easily have found them all, and taken them out. And the Juliannis hardly had a reputation for keeping to their word.....

So it was the Juliannis! It had to be! Trade of jewels was a great fund-raiser, but hardly worth a ceasefire between rival gangs. So surely this whole trade must have been engineered.....engineered to provide a grounds for Julianni to set up Yakuza......murder all the men who came to get the jewels.....they got the money, they got the jewels, Yakuza looks like a fool for letting it happen, and Julianni is the wiser. I can't remember seeing any Juliannis die, either.....it must have been a fix! Oh, Yakuza is gonna screw over this!

The two Yakuza limos continued to speed, well over the national limit, towards one of Yakuza's many lock-ups, before the survivors would tell Yakuza all. Oh man, Yakuza is gonna screw. Someone's head will roll for this.....

"So watchya sayin'? The Juliannis jus' made off with the gems and the cash, and we lost 16 men for what? Did you bums even kill onea those jerks?!"

"W...we.....well..... well, we did kill one or tw...."

"One or two? ONE OR TWO? I had TWENTY men down there! And you killed ONE OR TWO! That's pathetic! You're a waste! You're all a waste of the space inside ya dumb lil shells that you call YOUR HEADS! I don't believe I'm employing you! You jus' better consider yourself lucky you did well on ya last assignment, or else I have a good mind to kill ya right here and now!"

Yakuza wasn't joking. As well as having his room covered in men, dressed in spotless black suits and various clothing associating themselves with Yakuza, and all fingering firearms of some sort, Yakuza himself was fingering the trigger on his Beretta, waving it at Romero and the other 3 men every time he spoke at them, and causing each of them to flinch every time the pure gold-lined barrel passed aim over their bodies. Suddenly calming his voice as if he were discussing the matter with an equal, Yakuza continued.

"Now, men I don't care about. Men are expendable. I get men begging me for jobs every day. I have enough gang men to kill every citizen of this city. Heck, I have enough women carrying guns to take out half of it! But that you lemme lose those jewels and the cash to that TRAITOROUS SWINE Julianni! You let your gang look dumb in fronta the whole underworld of this city, and that means you made ME look dumb in fronta the underworld of this city, and THAT means you made me look dumb in fronta the underworld of this country, but it don't stop there, oh no, cos we don't stop in Dregruk. Congratulations, doofuses, 'cos you just made me the laughing stock of every Crime Lord in this part of the world. Even the petty guys with a couple of men on the streets who can't do nuttin' more than steal a wallet, and still get caught for it, even they'll be laughin', and THAT IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF! GET OUTTA MY SIGHT!"

Giving another instant change of character, Yakuza watched the men leave, before having door slammed shut and turning to his Leiutenants.

"Oh, someone is going to die for this, they're going to die an excruciatin' death, and I'll run the straight and narrow before that dead person will be anyone other than Julianni himself. He's gotta lot to answer for, and he's gotta lot to pay for. And Yakuza's gonna make him pay, every last thing that he cost me. There's only one thing for this. We have to move against Julianni and his Syndicate. We have to prove to every las' fool who thinks they're better than me jus' cos they haven't been caught out that just cos I can let myself slip once, I'm not still down on my knees. We've gotta pick ourselves up, and brush ourselves off, and we've gotta win the war against Julianni that we've been fighting since our great-great-grandparents were in these places we stand in now, and only then will our reputation be restored. And in the meantime, before we come up with a plan to publicly avenge Julianni for what he did to me just now, this is what we'll do to him. We're gonna engage the Juliannis whenever we see them. I don't care if our thugs and mustle get into a brawl in the Cop Shop itself, they're gonna kill any Julianni they see, or drag him by his crown jewels in front of me so I can kill 'em myself. We're gonna move against Julianni's cash. If he owns it, and it makes him money, we're gonna buy it out or put it outta business. If something's got the word "Julianni" on it, we're gonna destroy it and make sure "Yakuza"'s firmly emblazed on the item next time. We're gonna crash his lock-ups and steal his motors. We're gonna do anythin' and everythin' to prove to Julianni that we aren't to be messed with, ever again. And our mission ain't over until Julianni himself is on his knees begging for his life in fronta me! Any objections? Good, now make it so!"

I was outnumbered and outgunned. I didn't quite feel like going down in a Butch-Cassidy way, so I figured I'd best do what they say and live to fight for another day.

Metzger took out his Glock with a finger and a thumb, and dropped it onto the street. He got down on his knees and placed his hands behind his head. A burly policeman walked over to him and slapped a pair of cold handcuffs on him, before clubbing him roughly over the back of the head.

When I came to, I had a real bad headache. Worse than any hangover I'd ever known. I was also in this small cell. It took me a few minutes, but I managed to remember what had happened. And I knew right then an' there that Leone Carlton had sold me out, the fat bastard.

They say that being filled with insane hate clouds your judgement. In my case, it focused it into a deadly sharp point. I had only been awake 3 minutes, but I was already planning on escaping.

And what I was going to do to Leone Carlton.

OOC: Woohoo! New server! Everyone participating in this thread (This means Falastur and Baccardi), please continue from where we left off. And this RP is still open! Anyone can join in at any time!

And a-bump! Anyone want in?

OOC: I might join in. Can I get a quick recap on the situation? Lunch's a-callin' me.

OOC: Sure thing.

Main character, Metzger (The guy who's telling the story), is involved in a diamond to cash deal with the Yakuzas, on behalf of Family Juilianni (Who are the Yakuzas worst enemies. Actually, every gang hates them, but a detailed explanation should be at the top of this page.) However, as the goods are being exchanged, a group of unknowns attacks the gangsters! Near everyone is killed, except Metzger and a Yakuza, played by Baccardi. Metzger is quickly arrested by the police, and sent to prison. He now is getting ready for a chance to excape (Hint, hint), and thinks it was the man who sent him on the deal (Leone Carlton) who had everyone killed. And he's planning some very nasty things to do to Mr. Leone.

That OK?

A man in a black leather trench-coat entered the police station, flashing a fake detective's badge as he passed the desk sargeant... A pair of large handguns hung on his thighs, in tactical holsters... Slowly, the dark-clad stranger approached the cells...

"Where's Metzger?"

He asked the guard, flashing green eyes behind a pair of mirrored blue RayBander sunglasses...

Lieutenant Detective Joshua Austin (He's in another thread I know, but I'll presume this is before it) had just finished solving another minor case. Guy holds up bank, grabs money, smears fingerprints on counter. After some dusting, we have enough evidence and we cuff' him in his own home and find a missing $20,000. As he walked down from his upstairs office in the station, he saw the man in a trench coat and reached into his grey suit, grabbing his .357 Magnum from it's shoulder holster.

He knew theis guy was trouble...

The cell guard promptly asked to see some ID, before turning and walking briskly towards Cell 211E.

I was still thinking of how good it would feel to see that traitor piece of crap Carlton lying in a pool of his own blood. So you can imagine how surprised I was when I heard my...

The guard opened the cell door for the "Detective". "You've got 10 minutes, sir." He said politely, before striding back to his post.

I,William Reed, am a goddamn thief. You sure are! The man in the cell opposite to Metzger seemed to be talking to himself. But i only wanted spare parts! Well then you have to ask or buy it from people. First things first, we have to get outta here, PLEASE RELEASE U..Errhm..ME, IM INNOCENT!



ooc:i sure hope i can join, if not please tell

OOC: Dronios, I'd be more than pleased to let you join this thread. However, if you could make a distinction between your characters two personalities, it would make it a HELLUVA lot easier to read. Thanks.

ooc: okii dokii!

His second personality will be colored BLUE

OOC: Much better, thanks.

lol, #tagged...

HE TOLD YOU TO LET US OUT HE DID!!!Sschh! shut up you annoying thingy, your giving me a worse headache than the one i already have! So you dont want my help anymore! Well you´re stuck with me and I seem to be stuck with you. By the way there´s a gangmember in the opposite cell! And you never wanted to be near any of them again! HELLO, YOU OVER THERE, MY FRIEND HERE HAS A PROBLEM WITH YOU BEING SO UGLY, AND YOU IN THE TRENCHCOAT TOO!!!

The cell guard promptly asked to see some ID, before turning and walking briskly towards Cell 211E.

I was still thinking of how good it would feel to see that traitor piece of crap Carlton lying in a pool of his own blood. So you can imagine how surprised I was when I heard my...

The guard opened the cell door for the "Detective". "You've got 10 minutes, sir." He said politely, before striding back to his post.

OOC: This fella might seem a bit familiar as well...

The fake detective produced a custom-built .22 magnum with an integral surpressor from under his trenchcoat, prompty shooting the balif twice in the forehead. The gun went back under his coat. He relieved the dead man of the cell keys, then jerked a thumb in the body's direction...

"Put the uniform on... Someone wants your ass out of here..."

The mercenary waited Metzger's response...

Wait, take us with you, please we beg you, we can be very helpful!Yes we sure can! He started moving nervously and looked frightened but still with hope in his eyes.
We can build or repair almost anything, please take us with you!Yes, we beg you, we will do anything!

Josh gulped after hearing the gunshot and promptly loaded his .357. He walked slowly towards the mercenary then raised his gun's sights to his head. "FREEZE!" Josh screamed, anxious, nervous and angry at the same time. He glanced at the dead body,t hen quickly went back to the mercenary...

OOC: This fella might seem a bit familiar as well...

The fake detective produced a custom-built .22 magnum with an integral surpressor from under his trenchcoat, prompty shooting the balif twice in the forehead. The gun went back under his coat. He relieved the dead man of the cell keys, then jerked a thumb in the body's direction...

"Put the uniform on... Someone wants your ass out of here..."

The mercenary waited Metzger's response...

OOC: The thing has the report of a muffled cough. Unless you're in the same room as the guy shooting it, you aren't going to hear it. The .48 magnums on his person are a far different story.

IC:

The merc reguarded the thief with an emotionless expression...

"Nobody paid me for you, therefore you stay put."

His tone said what he wouldn't... The topic wasn't up for discussion...

OOC: For all intents and purposes, I think we could safely say Josh was in the same room as the Merc. He was following him, after all. So even if he didn't hear the gunshot (Which is very likely), he may have seen the body when he came in and put 2 and 2 together. So we can work from there OK.

IC:

I was a bit confused. Someone hired a Merc to get me out of prison? I'd have questioned him more, if there hadn't been another cop aiming a .357 Magnum at the guy.

There was no real choice to be made. Let the Merc get his head blown apart, refuse to acknowledge someone wanted him out and spend some more time in prison. Or trust the guy and get the hell out of there.

He made the decision very quickly.

Metzger looked around for something to knock out the cop. Maybe even kill him, if it came to that. The only item he could use as a weapon was the half open cell door. The cop had accidentally stood right in the path of the door, should it be opened all the way.

Metzger silently moved to the door, and shoved it with all his might, sending a heavy, reinforced iron door straight towards the poor cop.

We´ll pay you to get us out! How about fourty grand? Shut up! cant you see they´re busy? Who cares? Hey! Fourty Grand!! to get us out!! Please!

Josh, seeing the Mercenary with no intent of stopping his job, was about to fire a bullet into the Merc's shoulder and temporarely disable him when suddenly a huge iron cell door coming straight towards him. As it impacted, the trigger was pulled and a bullet struck the cieling as Josh flew backwards, then hit a wall, barely concious...

Metzger ran out the cell when he heard the door hitting the cop. He took a quick judge of the situation. The cell block was soundproofed. Any cops outside it wouldn't hear the bang, nor the gunshot. Perfect.

Metzger strode over to the corpse of the man the Merc had shot in the head, and took the uniform as instructed.

"Shut up in there, will ya?" He shouted at the man screaming in the cell next to his own.

Fourty grand was a lot of money, when you're breaking out of prison. Besides, the guy looked like he needed a break. The way he talked to himself kinda freaked me out. I admit it, I felt sorry for him.

"Can you keep your mouth shut for at least 20 minutes?" He growled at the cell dweller.

He turned to the Merc. "We're taking him out of here. And on the journey out of here, you're gonna explain who hired you." He unlocked the cell. "Come on, you're now my prisoner. It's time for you to be relocated."

Thank you, Thank you!! The man quickly ran out of his cell but stayed near Metzger.Let´s off the damn cop!! Shut up will you! they are our new boss now, haven´t you learnt anything? im sooo sor...
The man suddenly stopped talking as his eyes fixed themselves on the cop.
Oohh.. What a nice Com-radio...
Peter stretched himself to reach the officers Com-Radio.

Metzger kicked Peter's hand roughly.

"Leave it, and shut up. Got it?!" He turned to the Merc, "Ready when you are."

"Ugghhh..." Josh moaned as he struggled to lift the heavy door atop him. He saw the man reaching for his radio and quickly hit his hand away. Finally, he gathered his strength an dpushed the door off him to the point where he could rise.

"Sto...Stop you.. You evil person..." Josh was obviously delirious from the hit on his head.

Shocked from the reactions of the people in the room, Peter ran into the nearest corner, sat down and put his head in his hands...
i´m sorry!

Metzger's patience had run down. He grabbed Peter roughly by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "Move!" He yelled, and started on his way to the door, half-dragging the wretched man with him.

The merc planted a size fourteen Lugz-brand boot in Josh's face as he tried to get up... The .22 came out from under his coat, the surpressor/barrel a few inches from the cop's face...

"Stay put... Come after me, you wind up with a lethal case of lead poisioning, if you hear me..."

The small pistol vanished again, as did the merc, who darted out the door after his escapee. The fake detective's badge was left on the floor in front of Josh...

OOC: You'll most likely have this guy on file in the PD's INTERPOL computer.

Metzger tried to keep a cool head, as he walked out the front door of the Police Department.

Even if the plan failed, it still showed a helluva lot of balls to even try it! But, luckily, it worked out alright. No one seemed to care about a police officer taking away a prisoner...

Metzger rummaged in the pockets of the stolen uniform, looking for some car keys. At last, he found some. The key had a number attached to them, which Metzger quickly discovered meant the parking space. Number 19.

Sitting in space #9 was a white and black Police Cruiser, which Metzger let himself into.

"Directions?" He said to his new companion.

Ouch, that hurt you bastard! We want you to apologize!
No! We don´t want him to apologize for anything! He just saved our lives! Sorry about him, sometimes he´s real stupid!

The merc appeared behind Metzger & his convict companion...

"Turn right at the exit, then left at the second light... Pull into the second vacant lot... A man wearing a black tie will meet you there... He'll take you to your boss... Tell him I want my money by tomorrow..."

The merc departed for a silver '69 Impala, decked out with more customizations than the car itself was worth... Snoop Dogg's 'Gin & Juice' blares out of the open windows as the car starts up... The fuel-injected turbocharged V8 roars & the car takes off down the street...

Metzger started up the engine and turned to his convict friend. "Stick with me, and keep your mouth shut. That should keep you alive."

He proceeded to follow the directions the Merc gave him, and parked in the second lot. A few moments wait, then a man in black tie met them.

I wasn't too happy about having a new boss all of a sudden. But as long as I got a shot at Leone Carlton, I'd do what he asked.

Bump?

OOC: Dronios, you don't bump a topic unless it's been inactive for a day or so.

OOC: righto... never knew that, thanks

OOC: This also counts as a BUMP

IC:

Right about this time a very, very dangerous man was put into prison. If only he'd stayed there.

Yuri Lipton was pressed into the back of a Police Cruiser, his hands firmly cuffed. His clothing was soaked in blood, his mouth dribbling with it also. A mad glint shone in his eyes.

The scene of his recent crime was a dance hall. Bodies lay all over the place, empty shell casings littered the floor like leaves. One corpse was missing part of its face, with jagged teeth marks along the edges.

The massacre was over a man dancing with a woman Yuri liked the looks of. 40 people died because of it.

OOC: sorry fer not posting, been away since friday.

IC: "Are we gonna sit here all night?"

OOC: Take the dude in black tie thing where-ever you want... Jack just does the field work & I was lacking a better set of directions. He'll appear again a bit later.

OOC: Righty ho! Back into the swing of things, methinks...

IC:

Metzger listened to the man for about 20 minutes, memorising everything he said.

He told me exactly what Carlton was going to be doing that night, plus a list of perfect places to get a jump on him. And since one of his goons had gotten me out of prison, I didn't think I needed to ask if he was on my side.

Metzger got back into the car and turned to Peter. "Get into the back of the car and keep your mouth shut. We're going to go pick up an old friend of mine, but he can't know we're... us. Let's just keep him thinking we're cops 'til he's actually in the car. Then I'll need your help."

As the car swung out, another car was pulling into a parking space just like it at the opposite end of the city. The driver got out and said to another man, "I'm the protection for Mr. Carlton."

OOC: If that's not an opening, I don't know what is...

OOC: Naf! With the forum swap and getting caught up in MMORPGs, I completely forgot about this! *Frantically reads up on the situation to try and rejoin where he left*

Dreg, if you come on MSN some time, perhaps we can catch up on this again?

Metzger got back into the car and turned to Peter. "Get into the back of the car and keep your mouth shut. We're going to go pick up an old friend of mine, but he can't know we're... us. Let's just keep him thinking we're cops 'til he's actually in the car. Then I'll need your help."


"Righto, Boss! Yes, We´ll be quiet as mice, we will!
Peter got into the back of the car, and kept quiet...

OOC: Righty ho! Back into the swing of things, methinks...

IC:

Metzger listened to the man for about 20 minutes, memorising everything he said.

He told me exactly what Carlton was going to be doing that night, plus a list of perfect places to get a jump on him. And since one of his goons had gotten me out of prison, I didn't think I needed to ask if he was on my side.

Metzger got back into the car and turned to Peter. "Get into the back of the car and keep your mouth shut. We're going to go pick up an old friend of mine, but he can't know we're... us. Let's just keep him thinking we're cops 'til he's actually in the car. Then I'll need your help."

As the car swung out, another car was pulling into a parking space just like it at the opposite end of the city. The driver got out and said to another man, "I'm the protection for Mr. Carlton."

OOC: If that's not an opening, I don't know what is...

OOC: Opening for what?

OOC: An opening for anyone else to join in

OOC: Just to say, I'm now back from my holiday in Cornwall, and planning a first post to get me back in this....

OOC: Great. I was getting tired of out-of-character posts such as this.

OOC: Sorry.....

IC:

Antonio Hauser stretched his legs and gave a concise yawn. It had been a long day, and watching Veranze Street was boring, and his car was cramping over long periods of time. Veranze St. was a notorious hotbed of Julianni activity, but luckily Hauser had more brains than brawn, and had kept his image away from the criminal underground circles......he wouldn't be recognised. His car, a 3-year-old sports number with blacked out windows had been parked earlier in the day, another (lesser) Yakuza operative named Banks working in an office block further down the street having driven it there, as always. However, this time, Hauser had taken the lift, and was using the opportunity, and the blacked windows, to carry out survelliance. Yakuza had ordered an all-out attack on Julianni for the outrageous diamond fiasco a little over a week ago, and Hauser desperately wanted to be the operative called into his boss's hallowed halls and congratulated for carrying out an act of great damage against Julianni.....to be a hero of Yakuza's outfit, it was a dream few could hope for, but Hauser was a determined man.

Reaching across for another bite from his sandwich, Hauser looked at his watch and sighed. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, at all. It seemed his dreams of being a hero were nothing more than that - dreams. It wasn't like he had expected anything more. Glancing down the street, he saw a man walk out from a building about 100 metres away, turn to look down the road at him, and then move off, heading for a building down the road. Wow.....a man. Isn't that amazing? Hauser looked away, turning back to his sandwich, and heaving a great sigh, wishing something would happen. It took him several seconds more to realise that he recognised the man in front of him....in not expecting to recognise him, he was almost blanking himself to the facts in front of him. Mentally kicking himself, he reviewed the face he had seen. It was definitely Jacob Mendioza, a Julianni operative. No ordinary operative....Hauser remembered reading a file on the Juliannis....Medioza had been made a Julianni lieutenant, not 3 months ago. Hauser had found himself with a perfect opportunity to make his name, and to make Yakuza very happy. This was exactly the opportunity he had been looking for, and yet never expected to get. Scrabbling around for the compact sniper rifle and it's silencer behind his seat, he wound the window down a few inches, swapped to the driver's seat so he could aim and shoot, and wedged the rifle into the corner of the open space in front of the window. Hauser could feel his pulse racing. He could hardly believe what he was about to do.....what it would mean for his career. Taking a few deep breaths, he stared down the sight of his rifle, lining his shot up and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Not ten seconds later, Mendioza slowed, and turned to the door to another Julianni building. Hauser couldn't care less what it was, he was intently glimpsing at the crosshairs lined up directly on the back of Mendioza's head. The Julianni stopped, looked at the door, pressed it open, and moved his foot into the doorway. It was to be his last ever action.

Hauser pulled the trigger, feeling the recoil push him back as a quiet thud of the bullet fire touched the air and evaporated. The kick almost dislodging the rifle from the window and narrow missing thrusting Hauser into the driver's door of the car, Hauser elated in his victory, but set into action, pulling the rifle into the car, winding up the window, removing the silencer, shoving it behind the seat, putting his spare key into the ignition incase he needed run. The Julianni tilted his head to the side, blood spraying from both sides of his head as the bullet penetrated and left his head in a split second. His right knee, no longer under control from the now-expired brain, buckled under the weight of Mendioza's body, and the whole cadaver dropped as the right knee fell to the floor, the rest of the body then wheeling left and collapsing in a heap. The door to the building drew back on its hinges, almost closing save for Mendioza's left foot wedging it ajar. A pool of blood began to form around Mendioza's prone head. The whole scene was over in around 3 seconds.

Hauser's heart pounded as he looked around the street. Surely someone had seen him? His fingers shook, holding the ignition keys lest he need to start the car and drive off. But the street was otherwise empty, and the silenced rifle was unheard by the workers in the street buildings. None rushed to the body. In fact, it was 15 minutes before anything happened, when an innocent civilian driving past stopped the car, hardly believing what he saw. The emergency services were called, and ambulance retrieving the body while the police cordoned off an area that recieved more and more attention from opportunity-grabbing passers by. For a few minutes, Hauser feared he would be caught, but the police, well aware of the district's infamous owners, didn't stray far from their vehicles, and left in minutes. A few Juliannis began scouting the road for possible sniping points, but not all of the buildings were Julianni-owned - a couple were even connected with Yakuza's Empire - and the car went unsuspected. Finally, just as Hauser thought he was dead for sure as one Julianni wandered past, Banks returned to the car, looking a little worried. Hauser shifted seats quickly, and in seconds, the sports car sped off, thankfully without a trail.

It was over a minute until Banks spoke, and as he did, he constantly looked in his wing mirrors.

"A guy got shot down Verzanze. Your doing?" Hauser gave a silent nod, and Banks grinned, altho Hauser thought he could see fear in his eyes. "Nice job. They don't suspect a thing. Word is the shot came from the warehouse across the street. You got away with it." Hauser gave a nod of thanks, and Banks continued. "I expect they'll be questioning us sometime soon. Some guy gave me a grilling already. But I'll survive. Looks like you got your big break. Grats. Now, lets get back to the lock-up 'cos stuff like this makes me paranoid about my safety."

The rest of the journey was silent, but Hauser was inwardly rejoicing. He'd made the kill, and got away with it. He was on the gravy train for life now.

Maybe the killing would've gone unnoticed in any other circumstances. However, the Juilianni family was not exactly in the best of moods before the event occurred. So you can imagine what it was like AFTER it...

Don Anguillo Juilianni was sat in his leather chair, his fingers in a steeple the connected with his chin. He was in a quiet mood, asking a few questions in a whisper-like voice.

"So he was shot. On our turf?"
"Si, don." Said a mobster uneasily, by this time accustomed to the calms before the storms. He knew what was coming, and had already thought out an excellent defence.

"You understand, of course, how big a problem this is for us, as well as the massive insult?" He asked. It was not a question. "Mendioza was the best lawyer in the country. And the best we could buy to defend that moron Lipton (OOC: See the earlier posts). Now, we've got to explain his presence, why he was carrying 500 grand in cash on his person, and get that mass murderer associate of ours away from jail. Do you see?"

"Si, don."

"I DON'T THINK YOU FU**ING DO!" The don roared, leaning forward in his chair. "IF LIPTON GOES TO JAIL, IT WILL BE THE BIGGEST EMBARRASSMENT THE FAMILY HAS EVER KNOWN!"

"Don, I have a suggestion as to how to fix this problem."

"If this is a waste of time, leave or I'll have you fed to my horse tomorrow morning."

"Please, don, hear me out: The station Lipton's currently being held in at the moment is still in shock from a previous breakout. All we have to do is take advantage of this. I believe we have enough influence in that area to make this go away."

The don liked the idea, used it, and Lipton was out 3 hours later. The mobster still got fed to the horse.

Jackson Bray watched as the horse ate the unfortunate man... It was one of the strangest things he'd seen in a long while.

'This is totally fucked up...'

He thought with a slight shake of his head, more from the sheer irony of the scene than disgust... A month later the horse's head would most likely wind up in some poor bastard's bed, in some worn-out mob cliche.

He lowered the binoculars, setting them aside in the passenger seat. There where neater ways to do things. As a hitman, one had to be neat. If one was sloppy, one died in one of numerous ways. The wooded hilltop overlooked the enclosures on the Julianni family farm. The mob lookout was sprawled outside of Jack's Impala, a pair of .22 slugs in his throat. The Don knew better than to leave a perfect sniper's nest unguarded. Jack wasn't a sniper, he had associates for that kind of thing. In true inner-city style, Jack usually walked in, emptied a clip into his mark, and walked out. By the time anyone realized the numerous loud noises where gunshots, he was long gone.

Jack's cell phone sat silently on the dashboard, next to a .40 caliber H&K USP. No word yet on his next hit. Most crime bosses in the city had his cell number, they'd call if they wanted someone dead. In the meantime, he'd watch & wait...

OOC: Couldn´t resist sorry.........

OOC: Couldn´t resist sorry.........

OOC: ??

OOC: Righty ho! Back into the swing of things, methinks...

IC:

Metzger listened to the man for about 20 minutes, memorising everything he said.

He told me exactly what Carlton was going to be doing that night, plus a list of perfect places to get a jump on him. And since one of his goons had gotten me out of prison, I didn't think I needed to ask if he was on my side.

Metzger got back into the car and turned to Peter. "Get into the back of the car and keep your mouth shut. We're going to go pick up an old friend of mine, but he can't know we're... us. Let's just keep him thinking we're cops 'til he's actually in the car. Then I'll need your help."

As the car swung out, another car was pulling into a parking space just like it at the opposite end of the city. The driver got out and said to another man, "I'm the protection for Mr. Carlton."

OOC: If that's not an opening, I don't know what is...

The bodyguard was a 6'1" athletic-looking guy with cold green eyes & a serious sense of hitman fashion. A black Armani suit with red silk tie & fingerless black gloves gave him an ominous look, as did the slight bulge under his left shoulder...

"Name's Merc Stillwater... This is Mr. Carlton... You will remain five feet from Mr. Carlton at all times. You will keep your hands where I can see them at all times. You will address Mr. Carlton as such. If you fail to follow any of these rules, I'll smoke you like a Cuban cigar. Am I clear?"

The merc's voice was like a dead man's grip: Cold & hard. Clearly he was quite good at this sort of thing. His manner isn't that of a soldier, more like that of a spy...

Metzger's car skidded around a corner at high speed, towards where he was to get Carlton. He was driving like a psychopath, his hate of Carlton forcing his foot harder and harder down on the accelerator.

Soon, he had coasted to a point where he could see Carlton.

I was pissed. My whole plan revolved around getting Carlton on his own, and getting out of there. But with a bodyguard... it would be harder.

Slowly, the stolen police car drove towards Carlton and his bodyguard.

Stillwater's right hand went into his jacket, grasping the pacmar grip of a Glock 17, a 9mm automatic Stillwater preferred. Under it was a cell-phone...

OOC: Stillwater is Jack's 'associate' who does the long-range stuff. Ex-NSA, same guy in the 'Power of One' thread. Bribe him & he'll do the job for you.

"We've got a problem." Metzger muttered to himself, eyeing up the man reaching under his jacket.

I got a good look at the guy as I pulled up. There was something about him, maybe the way he was calmly reaching for what I guessed was a gun, maybe it was the cold, professional look he had, or maybe it was because no one in their right mind would protect a piece of shit like Carlton without taking a very large amount of money for it.

"Damn it, do we have any cash?" He growled to himself. He turned to look in the backseat, to see a briefcase sitting there. "What the hell..? Where'd that case come from?" He reached back, grabbed it and took a peek inside. Lots and lots of money. "Who's car is this?!" He mumbled incredulously. A bent cop? The leftovers from a bust?

Come on, who really cared? It was my ticket out of a very unfortunate situation.

The car began to slow down.

"We don't know where the briefcase came from!"

"Exactly. So we can have a clear conscience when we hand it to this gentleman here. Now keep yourself out of sight. We don't want them to be suspicious yet."

Stillwater's had remained under the jacket, his eyes fixed on the patrol car approaching him...

"Sir, it might be wise for you to get behind the fucking car..."

OOC: WHOOA, this is still around? Holy crap, what's happened?

Metzger whispered a silent "I hope this works..." as the car trundled towards the Merc and his associate. He stopped the car beside the two and rolled down the window with the electric control on the steering wheel.

"We found this money." He said calmly, throwing the briefcase out the wound-down window to the feet of the Merc. "We hope you spend it wisely. Catch my drift?"

Stillwater nodded... The Glock came out of his coat...

"Mr. Carlton..."

He walked around the car, then fired three shots into Carlton's head, splattering blood & brain matter across the freshly-washed windows...

"Your name is?"

"Metzger. You just made my day, pal. Get in, I'll give you a lift to somewhere."

OK, I'll admit it: I liked the guy. Come on, I chucked him a briefcase of stolen money, so he shot the ass that he was to defend in the head several times. You can't ask for much more than that.

The mercenary entered the car, bringing the briefcase with him...

"Keep in mind that if someone else offers me more, you end up like him."

Stillwater stated, sliding the Glock back into his underarm holster...

TAG for watching....

OOC: Sorry for the delay...

IC:

Day 2- Morning

The sun rose over the city, casting shadows wildly across the backstreets, where bums slept and crooks pummeled the living hell out of each other for a little more money and (more importantly) power.

The sunlight flooded into the office of one such crook, but this one wore a classy suit and had other people pummel his enemies. And power... well, no one argued with him. Except the Yakuza, who were continuing to make pests of themselves.

The man was Don Anguillo Juilianni, one of the most powerful men in Dregruk. For the wrong reasons. The reason he was up so early was due to some interesting incidents that had happened the previous night. Leone Carlton had been gunned down in the street by his own bodyguard, sources claimed. One eyewitness claimed that Metzger was involved.

"Don?"

The man looked up from his papers. "Si?"

"The men want to know what we have to do about this... event. If Metzger's involved, we've got some serious problems on our hands."

"Serious problems call for serious solutions. Send this message out on the wires: Metzger is trying to brake apart the gangland system, and claim all our turf as his own. I want every merc, cutthroat, bandit, con man, pimp and rapist in this city after him."

"Si, Don."