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Tony Venchenzo light a ciggerette while leaning on a lamp post outside The Don's cafe in little Italy. Tony wore a brand new black velvet dress suit with his hair slicked back, it shined from the light above him. There he waited for a car that the Mafia Mechanic would bring around for him to collect some protection funds from local stores who assosiated with the Don.

The Mechanic came around the corner in a shiney Black 4 door Thor V18 3 speed. "here she is Tony!,bring er back same as i gave er to ya..heh..heh". Tony smiled and opened the door,he had 1 more guy to pick up to help him."thanks Tommy,can i smoke in this one? wait..im goin to anyways weather you like it or not haha". The Mechanic grinned and slapped Tony on the shoulder, "you smart ass Tommy,I autta smack you".

Tommy got in the car,turned it over then drove off into the night to pick up an acomplice.
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ATTENTION: some one throw your charactor in now please, 2 people can come on this pick up.......

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Ryan watched from a distance. He noted the car's licencse plate, not many people had cars around here, so it would be easy to follow. That was all for now, he didn't want to make himself to conspicuous. He sighed, and turned, walking away from the lampost he used as cover. He ducked into a back alley, and disapeared from sight.

Frank Caruso watched the car leave from the room above the cafe. As Venchenzo rounded the corner and moved out of sight, he turned back into the room, where the Don himself sat in his favourite armchair, smoking his favourite brand of cigar.

"He's gone, Gen." Don Gennaro Lucesci stretched, the ash from his cigar falling onto the floor.

"Good, Frank. Hopefully it won't be long before we are back in business." He looked Frank up and down before continuing. "You look tired, Frank - have you been sleeping recently?"

"It's been difficult, Gen. Sarah's not feeling too good, and I don't like leaving her alone at night. These days, anything can happen."

"Maybe you should sit down, Frank. You look dead on you feet." He sat in the armchair opposite the Don, and took a sip of his malt whiskey. "You know, that stuff's not gonna do you much good either. Maybe you should cut down." Frank beckoned towards the cigar with his glass.

"Gen, you're one to talk to me about healthy living." That got a laugh.

"Maybe you're right, Frank. How's Teresa doing lately?"

"She starts college in a few weeks. It seems like only yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time. They grow up so fast. Have you ever thought of starting a family, Gen?"

"Me? I already have my family - you and the boys. What more could a guy like me possibly want?" Lucesci was quite a success story. He'd taken over as Don from his father, Illiano, and had built up the Lucesci Empire over the past ten years, with the help of Frank. A recent police scare had caused him to go into hiding for a few months, but now things looked like they could finally get back to normal...whatever normal was for the head of the Mafioso.

"Gen, there's a reason I asked you to send Tony tonight. There've been...rumours...I guess you'd call them, that he's been meeting with the police on a regular basis now for about a month."

"What're you saying, Frank? Do you think he's broken the Omerta?"

"Well, as I said, they are only rumours. Maybe you should...you know...have him tailed, just to keep track of his comings and goings."

"You want me to spy on one of my own?"

"Perhaps 'spy' is a bit strong. Maybe...'keeping an eye on him' would be a better way of putting it."

"Hmmm...well, Frank, you've never been wrong yet, and I respect your opinion, you know that. Okay, do it - but keep it quiet. Don't let this get out to the others. Get the guy to report back to me in a week, okay?"

"Sure, Gen." With that, Frank set his glass on the chairside table and left the room. As he closed the door the phone in the hall rang. He picked up.

You do it?

"Yeah I did it."

Good work, Frank. Come and see me. I'm at the club. I'll be waiting.

The person on the other end of the phone hung up. Frank replaced the receiver, and stared at the picture of Jesus Christ on the wall at the end of the hallway.

"Perdonilo, Gennaro."

Forgive me.

Ian was waiting at the local cafe for his employer to pay him for his most resent hit. a person dressed all in black handed him a suitcase. Ian opens the Suitcase and yells at his employer 'This is half of what we agreed on!' his employer shrugs and says 'you almost got caught so you get half pay'.

Ian pulls his employer towards him and mutters to him 'half pay this'
pulls out his Colt and shoots him in the back of the head. Ian runs out of the cafe to his employers gargled moans. 'damn!' thought Ian 'I need a new employer now!' as he disappeared into the night.

Murdoc lit a Cigar. His boys stood around him. On his desk was a pile of money and a scotch on the rocks.

"Good work boys, we got quite a haul today. Anyone not pay their protection money?"

"Yeah boss, the guy who owns the corner shop didn't pay up-so we killed him and took his belongings."

"I was hopin' that guy would pay... dammit. Now where am I supposed to buy my goods?"

"Don't worry sir... we took all the stuff from the shop too-you got about a 3 month supply of goods!"

"Nice work boys, now go check the stills. Make sure no ones trying to take the merchandise"

"At once boss!"

The mobsters nodded, and walked towards the door, grabbing their guns as they went.

Some of Dans men were waiting by the door. Ready to kill off the first sight of one of there rivals. Out came a group of about 10 mobsters. They were talkiing about there petty problems not even really looking around. Then bang!!! Right above there head close enough to scare them but not kill them. They got real mad. Although Murdoc men held them of until the last of Dons men went inside. The injured leader went inside and tried to strike a bargain with Murdoc. That being equal crime lords they could combine forces. Although he had to wait for the answer.

Tony drove for about 25 minutes untill he reached a laundry matt with a single light on inside. Tony stopped the car and got out of the car shutting the door quietly, he peered around to see who was out on this quiet night, with that he went inside.

Behind the counter a elderly man stood with a smile on his face,"i got a little somthin for the Don Tony".

Tony smiled and slowly strolled up,"aright there Benny...all there?"

The man now known as Benny passed over a leather bag stacked with cash. Tony took the bag and his face went blank,"you better got that other thing ready for me Benny...."

Benny all of a sudden got serious then went out back. He returned with a all White double breasted suit and the matching hat.

Tony grinned then took the suit,"hahaha i knew you'd be good for it Benny haha"


When Tony came out of the Laundry matt he was wearing the suit, Benny dry cleaned and washed the Mafia's clothes personally so that it was done right.

When Tony got back to the Don's Cafe he went right upstairs and handed over the bag,"here yah go Boss, it's all there"

He light a cigar and asked

"you look troubled??"

Toni's chest heaved up and down as he came running around the corner at full speed. Crap crap crap! I'm late! Can't believe my car broke down... His breathing was ragged, sweat literally pouring off his face. His dark blue business suit was crinkled and slightly damp from sweat.

Up ahead, he could see Don's Cafe. Finally! Hopefully Tony won't be too mad at me! He slowed down to a walk, taking note of the car already parked up front.

Pushing the door open, Toni stepped through and waved to the bartender. "Noir. Yer late. Tony's already got the first shop." The old man said.

Toni winced, "Oh man. Is he mad?"

The old bartender shook his head. "Didn't seem too terribly upset."

Toni nodded slowly. He dug in one of his pockets, and fished out his already opened pack of cigarettes, shaking one out and putting it in his mouth, then retriving his lighter and lighting up the Cig. Inhaling deeply, he leaned against the doorjam, collecting himself and waiting for Tony to come back down.

The door to the Don's office opend after 3 knocks,in peaked Paulie..one of the Don's top boys

"Tony, one of your boys is down stairs...sorry for the interuption Mr.Lucesci...i really am"

With that Paulie closed the door.

"Mr.Lucesci...we'll talk later uh?all due respect Toni's waitin for me..we were supposed to do this as a duo..i had to come back because it was only me out there sir..Murdoc's boys and all..."

Tony pecked the Don's ringed fingers and left the room. It appeared the Don was troubled...he didn't say a word sence earlier.


Tony went down stairs and seen his partner,

"ahhhh where you been 2 time..the Don might wanna talk to us later...get the gear, we goin out in a half hour...gimmie a smoke would yah till i get to the store?"

Tony sat down removing his hat, he ran his fingers through his hair then sighed.....

"Mr knightsbridge, The mayor is on the telephone for you"

"OK, Patch him through will you"

The Cheif of Police picks up the phone

"Morning mayor, What can I do for you today?" Knightsbridge nervously asked, The mayor never usally calls at this time.

"David, We have a problem here!" Exclaimed the mayor

"And what would that be sir?"

"I have a report lying infront of me from one of your departments, It seems the italians are taking over and im not pleased about this. Its a very tight situation we have here and with the election is coming up, I cant stand to loose this term in office and i want you and your team on top of things." The phone went silent...

"Well mayor its a tricky situation down here too, We are seriously lacking the funds to cope with these people. You have to understand that without the money to back us up we cant make a dent in the crimes."

"You will have whatever it takes Knightsbridge, Just find a chink in their armour and exploit it. I'll be in touch soon"

*Click*

"Ah what a day" The cheif of police rubbed his hand down his face and let out a sigh.

Knighstbridge picked up the phone again

"Yes Dianne, Please tell Ryan McConnor to get up and see me as soon as he can. Oh and Dianne, Make sure he brings that report of his too. Its going to be a long day"

Some of Dans men were waiting by the door. Ready to kill off the first sight of one of there rivals. Out came a group of about 10 mobsters. They were talkiing about there petty problems not even really looking around. Then bang!!! Right above there head close enough to scare them but not kill them. They got real mad. Although Murdoc men held them of until the last of Dons men went inside. The injured leader went inside and tried to strike a bargain with Murdoc. That being equal crime lords they could combine forces. Although he had to wait for the answer.

I only just started. Give me a chance.

Murdoc went to his car escorted by 12 heavily armed men, and drove to the pet store.

Pulling up outside, he got out, and the car pulled away. He went to the door and entered. The shop was full of animals, foods and whatnot.

"I hear the rabbits breed only at certain times of the Year."

The shopkeeper turned to the Don.

"Oh, it's you boss. The password next time is Chicken feed."

The shopkeeper pulled a lever, and a hidden door opened. The enjoyable sound of music and dancing could be herd. Murdoc went to the bar.

"Wiskey on the rocks."

"Right away boss, oh, and by the way here's this weeks earnings."

The barkeep poured the liquoir, and handed him a wad of cash.

"Good work dribbler, I see good times ahead for you. Now get the band to play somthing soothing."

Murdoc pocketed the cash as the Barkeep went over to the band.

Ah, this is the life, Thought Murdoc.

"Will this do?"

"Yeah, this is fine. How much do I owe you?"

"Five dollars sixty." Frank gave the taxi-driver his fare with a big tip. "Thank you sir. You have a good evening now."

"You too." He watched the taxi drive off before turning to face the pet store. It was a strange place to hide a club, but men had their own tastes, and this was obviously Murdoc's. As he opened the door a bell tinkled, alerting the shopkeeper to his presence.

"Whaddya want?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Murdoc."

"Who? Sorry pal, I don't know no Mr. Murdoc. You must be mistaken."

"This is where he said to meet him. Are you sure you don't know a Mr. Murdoc?" Before the shopkeeper could answer, a hidden door behind the counter swung open, and the sounds of music and laughter erupted from within. Out stepped a smartly dressed man of above average height, and obviously in fine physical shape. A bodyguard probably.

"Mr. Caruso?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Mr. Murdoc is expecting you. Please come in." He stood aside to allow Frank to enter. As he went by, the bodyguard leaned towards the shopkeeper.

"Why don't you close up for the night. This could take a while. We'll let ourselves out. The shopkeeper started to protest, but a wad of cash thrust into his hand convinced him. As the hidden door swung shut again, the shopkeeper turned out the lights and turned the sign to 'Closed'. He had no interest in what went on behind the door - all he knew was that it doubled his monthly intake.

OOC: Nice original idea buddy......

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386992

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Ok sorry. Anyway Ill just make it shorter...

Dan had snuck in during the night almost unnoticed. He only had to take out a couple of security men. Anyway he planeted trackers on all of the leaders. Almost all. One got away after seeing but Dans men are working on it. Although if he gets through Dans plan against Don would be totally comprimised. Although they would have to be drictly delt with. Although Dans 2nd in command had been kidnaped by Don.


Sorry if this needs to be a little more descriptive.

OOC: Drake, please do a little more research on the Mafia during Al Capones Era...once you know somthin about it try to post again...O and for the comment about oringinality....keep it to yourself...i don't care...this is not the first time i have done a Gang releated Rp....off the top of my head 1 called "In these streets"

Also South Osettia, you control The Don i work for correct??
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Im slightly moving ahead with my Rp...when you post be sure to include what happend when i was in contact with your charactor.


Tony looked "Noir" in the eyes and said quietly

"Don's makin a move soon, we takin over this stinkin city Noir...we'll have all the danes and drinks we want haha"

Tony looked around....

"where's Frank? i havn't seen him at all today..."

BuMp...lets get the ball rolling...

"Sir, Mcafferty is here to see you"

"Ah good, Send him through will you"

The door opens and the officer enters.

"Good morning lad, Have a seat will you"

The young officer pulls up a chair and plants himself infront of the mahogany desk. The big panes of glass behind Knightsbridge clogged up with condensation revealed a bright sun poking through.

"I Understand you were at the incident on wedensday, How are you coping?" Enquired the Cheif.

"...Uh, OK i guess sir. Im still a little shook up but im sure ill survive"

Knighstbridge smiled a little. He placed he pen on his desk and stood up. He turned and stared onto the bustling streets below.

"You are a fine boy and i'm sure you will go far in this business but you have to understand there are times where the bounderies of whats right and wrong must be broken. We have a situation on our hands, The number of officers on the streets getting killed has double in the last 6 months. It isnt looking good on the recruitment side either."

"What are you hinting at sir" asked the young officer.

"I've been given authority from the mayor to use what ever means possible to catch the trash that done this. Now we presume the hit on the squad car last week was by an italian family. The thing is they are spreading like rats across my fair city, What we need is someone on the inside. Someone to give us a heads up to whats going down in the sewers."

Knightsbridge turned around an looked at the officer

"You have italian blood dont you boy"

"I do sir"

"Good" he let out a small chuckle

Knightsbridge slowly walked to the cabinet and poured himself a drink, He pulled down another glass but the young 18 year old declined

"Are you up for this little task then boy"

"Uhh...I..I dont know at all, I could die"

"We will worry about this later, But just to let you know. Do this right and you will be able to retire twenty years from now. But what i need from you now is to get into the ring. Gain their confidence and whatnot. I will supply you with the information they require from us so we can setup a sting and nail these bastards. I cant stand to loose anymore men" The cheif let out a sigh

"ok, Ill do it" He walked up and shook knighstbridges hand and left the room.

The cheif of police downed the hard liqour from the glass and placed the glass on the cabinet shelf. He slowly paced himself across to the window and opened it. The noise of the city rumbled into the large room and echoed the sirens from the streets below.

"...Perfect"

"Sorry man. My car broke down. She's been giving me a bit of trouble. Need ta have her looked at later." Toni said with a slight chuckle, extending one of his Noir brand cigarettes to the other Tony. He offered his lighter, but was declined, Tony producing his own lighter. A wicked grin came to his face at the mention of taking over the city.

>>Tony looked around....

"Where's Frank? I haven't seen him at all today..."

Shrugging, Toni tok another leisurely drag from his cigarette. "I dunno, man. Just got here myself. Mebbe he's on a job for the Don?"

Shiding up to the counter, Toni reached one hand behind the bar and grabbed a black duffel bag. "The gear's all ready, man." Inside the bag was a baseball bat, in case someone felt that they didn't need to pay their protection fees. "Whenever you're ready ta go, I'm right behind ya."

Aside from the baseball bat, Toni was packing his own heat, with three spare clips in a "Jackass*" holster.


OOC: A Jackass holster is one of those shoulder holsters with two straps for each shoulder. One side held the gun, while usually the other side held spare ammo mags, or sometimes a second handgun. :D

Tony grinned devilishly and opened his suit jacket slightly to reveal 2 "jackass Holsters" holding Twin Nickel plated Colt .45's

"aright Noir...next stop just outta the city...small bar in the country side..you know the one where the Don has that Canadian Wiskey stored...the delivery from last week?"

Noir nodded and grabbed the bag..

They went outside to Tonys car and slipped in, it was still dark out and the streets were dead except for the ocassional Police Beat Walker or car.

"Toni..we gotta visit the Police Cheif later on when the sun comes up..rumor is Treasury office tryin to Nab the Don on Tax Evasion..haha of all things..we got a little somthin for the Cheif...gimmie another butt would yah"

The car drove off into the night towards the outskirts of the city....

Toni smirked, producing two cigarettes, one for himself, and one for Tony. Expertly balancing driving and lighting up the Cigarette, Tony went over a few things with "Noir."

>>"Toni... We gotta visit the Police Cheif later on when the sun comes up... Rumor is Treasury office tryin to Nab the Don on Tax Evasion... Haha of all things... We got a little somthing for the Cheif..."

Toni smirked, letting loose a short chuckle. "Tax evasion. HA! It won't hold up. The Don's always pays his taxes." That said accompanied by a knowning wink, "The Chief o' police, huh? This outgha fun. Got anything special in mind, or just the usual?"

Outside the window, the cityscape turned into the countryside as they entered the outskirts of town. "Oh. Hey, let me handle this one, 'kay?"


((OOC: I'm assuming you've played Mafia? *Nudge nudge.*))

McLeod03 posted the originality thing Unknown

"Looks like your hitting the ground running rookie" Said officer Polaski

"Car 14 heading south on Adain Drive, In persuit of Stolen Vehicle. One suspect possibly armed." Polaski slammed the radio back into the dash as he swung the car around the tight bend.

"Jesus christ!" Exclaimed the rookie

The screech of tires mixed in the the wailing sirens as the cars barreled round another corner. The chase carried on for two more blocks until the suspect bailed out onto the hard concrete sidewalk.

"Bingo" Said Polaski "Car 14, The suspect has bailed and car has crashed. Out" Polaski swung he door open and hopped out the car.

"What are you waiting for rookie, Christmas?"

Polaski walked up to the suspect and rolled him over. But he squirmed away and tried to get to his feet.

"Ah wise guy eh" Polaski said as he kicked the theif in the belly

"Didnt know they taught that in training" said the rookie

"I was in training when you were in diapers rookie, Shurap and give me a hand with this guy will you"

Polaski began to search the theifs pockets. He pulled out a bundle of crap including a $50 bill and a packet of Noir Cigarettes.

"Now tell me son, What is scum like you doing with this very large amount of cash and these nice cigarettes?" Polaski threw the guy to the pavement

"I aint tellin you nuttin" Said the theif in a deep italian accent.

"Ahhhhh, You know what we have here rookie? A peice of information, Someone the cheif has been looking for. Now you seen him pull a weapon and attempt to assault me? and for that i had to defend myself...Right?" Said Polaski as he kicked the theif in the belly again and punched him in the face, Breaking his nose.

"What are you doing?" Exclaimed the shocked rookie.

"Orders from the cheif, Now shutup and get in the car if you value your badge" Polaski threw the italian errand boy into the back of the cruiser.

"This is car 14, Suspect apprehended. Attempted assualt on a police office and car theft. Send a tow for the car, We are bringing this guy to the cells" Polaski placed the peice onto the dash and started to drive

"So tell me italian, What are you doing in this part of NY?"

"I aint tellin you nuttin"

"Heh, Tell it to the cheif" said Polaski as he drove to the station

Lucesci had waited until Tony had closed the door before breathing again. He hated the stench of treachery. However difficult it may have been to believe, Frank was his most trusted companion, and anything he said must be true. He decided to go down to the restaurant - make an appearance before lunch. It was early yet, and service wouldn't be busy for another hour or so.

"Good morning, Mr. Lucesci. What can I get you?"

"I'm not hungry yet Sam." The Don seemed preoccupied to Sam, the bartender, but whatever it was, it wasn't his business, so he let it go.

"On second thoughts, Sam, can you do me an omelette?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Lucesci." Ten minutes later, Sam brought out a steaming omelette, fresh from the kitchen. It took Lucesci fifteen minutes to consume the meal, and with a full stomach he felt a lot better. Just then, the telephone rang. Sam picked up before holding the receiver out to Lucesci.

"It's for you, boss." Lucesci grabbed the receiver and held it close to his ear.

"Yeah?...You're where?...How did they manage that?...Tony, sometimes you're a real klutz...I'll send Frank round there...Goodbye, Tony." He passed the receiver back to Sam. "Get Frank."

"He's not here, boss. I saw him leave about an hour ago."

"Well, where is here?" Just then Frank walked through the door into the restaurant.

"I'm here, Gen. What's the problem?"

"Tony got himself arrested. I need you to go down there and get him out. Where were you, by the way?'

"Nowhere important, Gen. I'll see you later, hopefully with Tony. Unless he's done something real stupid, it'll be easy getting him out." Frank left again, having spent a total of ten seconds inside. Lucesci shook his head - he had some real gems on his side, but also some real idiots.

"Fix me something bigger, Sam - I need the strength."

Knightsbridge walked up outside the small room and shook Polaski's hand.

"Thats some fine work you did there" The Police cheif looked through the glass at the swollen nose of Tony.

"I like to do my best sir" Polaski chuckled as he opened the door.

They both enetered the room, Polaski stood behind the cheif as Knightsbridge sat down at the table opposite Tony.

"Name: Tony Venchenzo. Age: 29 Amount of previous convictions: 4" The cheif scanned the file and smirked

"Well Mr Venchenzo it looks like your in a little situation here. This is your 5th crime in my books. Thats 5 too many, What did he do this time...Officer Polaski"

"We received a call about a stolen car and followed it until the driver bailed. After that he resisted arrest and proceded to assault myself, Hence his broken nose" Polaski Lied

"Assualting an office, With your previous crimes you can get upto 10 years in the pokey for this. Do you really want to go that way?"

"But this can all go away if i get what i want Mr Venchenzo, Just a few simple questions and i shall wipe your record." Knightsbridge closed the file and slid it across the table

"Who do you work for?"

"No one" Venchenzo snapped

"Thats a lie and you know it, Give me a name or its 11 years"

"Get me my lawyer, im not saying another word" Venchenzo exclaimed.

"12...13...14...15 I can keep counting Mr Venchenzo. They way you are going the only way your coming out of jail is in a coffin. GIVE ME ANSWERS!" The cheif was getting flustered.

"...Lawyer...Now" Tony Venchenzo Crossed his arms and leant back in his seat.

Knighstbridge stood up and walked to the door.

"Take him to the cells, His lawyer will be here soon. No italian goes long before some wise guy in a suit turns up"

He opens the door

"oh...And Polaski. Get Mcafferty into the italian ring as soon as possible. The heat is going to be on now that we have Mr Venchenzo"

"Not a problem sir" Polaski smiled as the door was closed.

David continued his walk up the flights of stairs and past his secerarty Dianne. He stopped and paused for a second.

"Dianne if any Italian steps foot in my stations send them to me personally." and he walked into his office.

"Yes sir."

Frank enjoyed the cut and chase of the police interrogation - it was one of the reasons that he became a lawyer in the first place. He already had a plan figured on how to get Tony out, and as he stood outside the police station, he went through it in his head.

He guessed that the chief would be on the lookout for any Italian lawyers, so as he stepped up to the secretary's desk, he put on his best American accent.

"Hey...Dianne (he read her nametag), I hears you got one of my clients in the slammer. Mind if I go see him? I'm his lawyer, Frank Carson, by the way." He extended his hand for her to shake, but Dianne ignored him and buzzed him through. As he approached Tony's cell, he could see him slumped in the corner, no doubt wondering where he went wrong. He seemed to be holding his nose, and as Frank got closer, he could see it was broken.

"Tony, what the hell happened?" Tony looked up, but didn't reply. Probably embarrassed, Frank thought to himself. "Did they do that to you?" Tony nodded. "Bastards," he whispered under his breath. "Don't worry, Tony, I'm getting you outta here." Just then, someone who had the arrogant gaze of the police chief entered the cell block, and noticed Frank with Tony.

"Hey you, how the hell did you get in here?" Frank turned to see the rather plump man standing over him.

"Dianne let me in. I hope that's alright with you, or is that against the law?" Frank liked to antagonise the police before an interrogation - it always seemed to make them more prone to mistakes. The chief grunted in reply, before opening the cell and beckoning towards the interrogation room. As they went in, Frank muttered something to Tony that the chief didn't catch.

"Let the games begin."

Tony stood up and smirked,

"Frank i knew it was only a matter of time...i got a note from the mayor of the city to carry them heaters i was packin...all you fuckin cops gonna end up walking the beat! you donno who i am"

Tony was loyal to the Don, there wasn't a thing Tony had ever messed up on while doing the Don's buisness...he was one of his best men. All goverment officials knew about Tony Venchenzo, Once the Mayor or Police cheif was spoken to...it would be a walk in the park.

"Frank...i didn't know the ride was stolen...Ralphie gave it to me...the Don's Mechanic...you know me Frank...and some fucker broke my nose!i told him he's dead! fuckin dead!"

Tony grasped the bars and quietly to Frank,

"how long you figure till the Don or yourself has a little conversation wit' these assholes?and...they took the fuckin money...not to mention my god damn suit got blood on it! but that an't the worst! my hat fell on the ground!...shit!"

Bump

((OOC: Um... Want me to try and set it up so that it makes sense being where I am, and where Tony is now?))


*Prior to Tony's arrest.*

Tony drove the four door Thor up to the shop, and Toni hopped out the passenger side, duffel bag in hand. "I'm going ta go inside and have a chat with our guy... Hmmm. We might need a bigger car ta haul all the booze back. Tony, why don't you go get a bigger car from Ralphie while I secure the place here, kay?"

>>Tony nodded, "You sure you can handle yourself, Noir?"

"Piece of cake. Sides, I owe you one from where you had ta do the first job tonight by yourself." Toni took a step back away from the car.

>>"Well, okay then. I'll be right back. Oh... Can I get another cig off you?"

Smirking, Toni handed the other Tony a whole pack of Noir Cigarettes. "Hmmm. You're lucky I'm not charging you. These things cost money, ya know!"

Chuckling, Tony drove off to fetch another car with a bit more junk in the trunk, so to speak.

Toni/Noir, on the meanhand, went into the shop. Now, there are some who, at times like these, might consider giving the ol' Don a slip, pocketing a little for themselves. Toni was not one such person. He played by the books, treated his friends the same way he wanted to be treated.

The man behind the counter looked up at him. "I have your money..." He turned around to a cabinet, produced a key, and unlocked it, opening it. When the man turned around, he was brandishing a hunting rifle. "But Murdoc's paying me more to give the shipment to him."

"Oh... Crap..." Toni cursed as the Cigarette in his mouth dropped and he dived behind a billard table, a rifle round tearing into where he was standing a little while ago.


((OOC: Umh, Murdoc's player, hope this is cool with you. Otherwise, I'll change it, kay?))

The interrogation room was small, no doubt to try and induce some claustrophobia in the minds of the accused. The Police Chief sat on one side of the table (bolted to the floor, of course) whilst Frank and Tony sat on the other. Frank had told Tony to let him do all the talking, and whilst Tony folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, Frank and the Chief squared eachother up in their minds. The Chief made the first move.

"We found these items on your client." He tossed a plastic bag on the table, inside of which was a bundle of money and a pack of cigarettes, along with a few miscellaneous items of little importance. "Would you care to explain?"

"Explain what? As far as I can see there's nothing incriminating in this bag...unless it's illegal to smoke nowadays." First round to me, Frank thought, as he saw the Chief squirm in his seat a little.

"Okay, the car we dragged your client out of had been reported stolen a few days ago. What about that? Stealing's a crime, ain't it?"

"The car? Er...what car? Did you get the tag number - that would be useful?"

"What?"

"The tag number? Don't tell me you didn't record the tag number!" The Chief thought back and realised he hadn't. "Oh dear, officer. It's not gonna hold up in court if you don't even have the tag number, now is it? I mean, it could have been any car. How do I know that you weren't just looking for an excuse to bag my client?" Round Two to me. Frank had been a little worried about the car, but the Chief's incompetence had done the work for him on that one.

The Chief had one more card to play. "Okay, but assaulting a police officer - that's a term in the slammer."

"Oh yeah, dangerous business, guns, aren't they? I mean anyone could get hurt, couldn't they?"

"Exactly." The Chief smiled inwardly - he had him now.

"Only...my client didn't have a gun, did he?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm saying, if he'd had a gun, surely you would have collected it after you arrested him. Put it in an evidence bag...much like the one in front of me now." The Chief realised his mistake - no gun in the bag. "Now, witnesses say that you beat my client before arresting him, which you say was self-defense. Of course, no gun means no armed assault, which says to me that you're a liar, officer. You thought you'd have a little fun roughing up my client, and I do believe that is a crime, officer. Now, unless you want me to go to the press, I suggest you drop your phony charges, and let us be on our way. Some of us have businesses to run." And...it's a knockout. The Chief knew he'd been beaten, and ten minutes later, Frank and Tony were walking out of the station, with the Chief watching from the doorway.

"See you around, officer!" Frank delivered the final blow before he and Tony rounded the corner and were out of sight.

Knightsbridge walked past the secratary and straight into the room. His blood was boiling in its veins.

He slammed the door shut and slumped into his cold leather seat.

"Dianne, Get Polaski in here!" He was almost screaming down the phone

"But sir he is out on call right now, We cant do that"

"I bloody can Dianne, Get him off the streets and in here RIGHT NOW" The cheif slammed down the receiver.

He stood up firmly and went to the glass cabinet across the room, He reached in and grabbed a glass. After a couple glassess of whiskey he could feel his nerves calming and decided to take a seat. Just as he did a out of breathe Polaski walked in.

"You...Wanted...To...See me...Sir" Polaski Huffed

"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT" Knightsbridge screamed "How could you possibly put an arrest out on that itallian without any proper evidence. I have just been humiliated in my own station by some showboat lawyer."

"But si" He was cut off

"You do realise that now they have the upper hand on us, That little stunt you did with his nose means that anything we throw at them can be hurled back at us. We are going to need a new strategy. Something to catch these guys on there assess...Polaski, I have a job for you"

"What sir?" Polaski Replied

"Get me a team, Maybe about 4 or 5 of your best officers. The sting is getting setup, And bring me Mcafferty"

"Right away cheif" Polaski turned and heaved himself out the room.

"idiot" The cheif said under his breathe.

OOC: OK so i plan to setup the sting soon, Just need a little more input from you guys. Where, When, What etc etc

OOC: Sorry about being gone, my school didn't turn the internet on till today, and I was on the road all day yesterday.

IC:

As Polaski slid out of the room, another man slid in. He was dressed sharply, despite his scragly looks. He rubbed his face as he looked at teh cheif. "Ya know," he said, with a thick Welsh accent, "I'm trying to investigate the families, and your pulling me away to talk to you, and give you a status report. Hows this. There is none, becuase I'm to busy dealing with your damned department!" he ended, the last part all but shouting.

He turned around, not giving the cheif a chance to talk. Even though he technically worked for him, his pay check came from the US Department of the Treasury. "And whats this I hear about you sending a damn Wop under cover. You know you cant trust them. A no good thieving race, all of them."

He finally setteled down, and grabbed a seat. "What dya want."

Tony walked down the street with Frank,

"wasn't my fault Frank..you got my heaters?"

Frank produced a breifcase with Tony's guns in it,

"you stung em good Frank..you are the best..."



They continued walking down the street when Tony cursed loudly,

"shit Frank! Noir's still at the bar outta town!!i gotta go tell the Don!!"

Tony ran down the street full speed,it was unusal to see a man dressed like he was running...."TAXI!", The car pulled over beside Tony and he jumped in, "lets go, Popeii bar, make it quick!"


The cab pulled in the dirt driveway and stopped beside the pumps. Tony got out and slowly approached the door to hear shouting....Noirs voice!. Tony Pulled out his 2 .45's diving through the door sideways letting off 4 shots from each gun to make the attacker dive for cover. Tony hit the floor and crawled up beside Noir, "what the fuck just happend Noir!", a bullet from a rifle was fired and hit a pool table right beside Tonys knee,

"why i autta' blow yah fuckin head off" Tony yelled sticking both his guns over the table firing off shots towards the counter

"what we gonna do!!"

Noir cursed, sqiruming as the man fired another round into the pool table. "Go on and git outta here! Tell your Don I'm not paying him anymore."

"Bite me!" Noir shouted back, his 9mm in one hand, throwing his hand up over the pool table and waving the gun back and forth, pulling the trigger five times before retreating his hand back behind cover. Just then, the door was kicked in, and Tony came diving through, firing four shots towards Popeii, who ducked behind his counter. He crawled up to Noir's side.

>>"What the fuck just happend Noir!?"

"Shit man! Murdoc's bought him out."

Popeii fired a round into the pool table Noir and Frank were hiding behind, the round punching through the wooden table and grazing Tony's knee.

>>"Why I autta' blow yah fuckin' head off!" Tony screamed, sticking both hands over the table and firing. He turned to Noir. "What we gonna do?!"

Noir snorted. "He keeps his protection money in that cabinet he's in front of, and I'm sure the shipment's in the basement." He tilted his head as he heard cars pulling in outside. "Please tell me you brought some of our boys with you?!"


((OOC: No rest for the wicked. I'll let you decide if those cars are ours or Murdoc's. ;)))

The cheif sat in his cold leather chair and raised an eyebrow.

"Tax evation, You are trying to pull the italians in on Tax evation. Why do you think i wanted to see you!" The cheif said as he picked up a small brown envolope and slip it across his desk.

"Read it" Kinghtsbridge said

The cheif stood up and looked out the window as McConnor scanned the document.

"In precisley one weeks time a shipment of goods will be slipping past the canadian border heading for my streets. We have the buyer...Mcfafferty who im sure you know. Hes a loyal yung' pup, Does what hes told. Best of all hes a fresh face, The italians wont know him."

The cheif turned and looked at McConnor.

"$4000 dollars worth"

McConnor let out a choke.

"The mayor has given us permission to nail these european bastards with whatever it takes. The sting will take place at Brooklyn Harbour. We have still to iron out the details but that is the breif plan"

"Ok...But what exactly do i have to with this?"

"Well you see. The italians will be after expendable money, Not they are going to be spending it but they need it in cash form. We cannot throw this off as a charge from the Mayor and Im not having it comeback on my force."

The cheif took a seat.

"I need a firm setup so i can withdraw the money from the treasury but so we dont catch the eyes of anyone else. Catch my drift"

"I see where you are coming from cheif, But $4000 is a big wad of cash. If this all goes belly up it will be my ass in the heat."

"If McConnor if. Now what i need you to do is get this setup and give Mcafferty a breifing. After youve done that give me a call and we shall take it from here"

The Cheif picked up his hat and placed it on his head.

"Must dash, I have a prior engagement with the Mayor. Lets yourself out will you"

Tony nodded, beads of sweat poured down his face,

"Frank knows im here...Frank'll tell the Don! once we fuck this place up we takin everything wit the GMC flat bed truck on the side!"

Noir nodded quickly and looked at Tony with an expression that said,"what the fuck do we do untill then!"

Tony clicked his .45's togeather and spoke slowly,

"Im jumpin up there and emtying these mags on that double crossin bastard! gimmie some cover fire!"

Tony rose right up holding both guns out in front of him firing off shots in the direction of Mr.Popeii but when both his guns clicked he exclaimed,

"o0o shit!" dropping both .45's to the floor he dove for a table over turning itr as he fell

"god damn it Noir!! gimmie a fuckin lighter!" Tony sat behind the table taking shots from Mr.Popeii, he then produced a .38 from his pant leg

"I know you can smoke em Noir...you a better shot then me!"

'Zzzzzzzing' a bullet went right through the table with Tony behind it

"Noir!!!", Tony fired 2 shots over the top of the table....

Noir grunted, taking in a deep breath. Mr. Popeii seemed focused on Tony right now. Clutching his pistol in both hands, he quickly popped up, spied Popeii looking towards where Tony had went, the rifle aimed that way. Gotcha, sucka! He thought as he squeezed the trigger, sending a round right into the old man.

He tried to turn to face this new threat, but caught the 9mm bullet in the chest, and fell behind the counter. Noir pulled an arm pump. "Yeah! Wasted that fool!" He quickly went around to check Mr. Popeii.

"Hey, old man? Ya dead?" He asked as he risked a peek around the counter. Popeii lay face down on the ground, in an ever widening pool of blood. Noir smirked, and faced Tony. "Hey man! He's dead. Umh... I was suppose ta kill 'im, right?"

Once Noir's attention was no longer on Popeii, the old man rolled over. He was going to die, he knew it. But, he planned to take at least one of these punks with him. Using the last of his strenght, he leveled the rifle at Noir, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck Toni square in the thigh. At first, he just looked at his leg in confusion, the realization hadn't set in yet that he had been shot. "What the fuck?" Then the adrenaline gave way to pain, and Noir fell to his knees, clutching his thigh, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Aw fuck! It fucking hurts! You bastard!"

He still had his pistol, and proceeded to empty the magazine into Popeii's body, then ejected the spent mag and slammed in another one, emptying that one as well...

Tony hopped up and ran over to the counter, he placed the .38 back in it's leg holster,"hold on Noir!, lemme get my guns reloaded"

Tony picked up his .45's replacing the clips,holstered them and returned to his downed partener,and didn't forget the bag of money on the floor

"lets go out the back!"

Tony braced Noir on his shoulder and walked him towards the back door and out into the yard,

"behind the rocks up there!" Tony pointed upwards to a small ledge

He dragged Noir up the hil and sat him down, Tony light them both a ciggerette and withdrew 1 .45

"i wonder who these goons are out front..."

There they sat and waited....well hidden but not out of deep water yet...

Ryan only snorted. He knew what was going on, he had seen it many a time in the treasury. "Damned office politics," he swore. It didn't concern him. He would call up Mcafferty and get him up to date, then make a call on the department. He doubted they would give him the money, the economy was shit enough. The last thing they needed was to loose four grand on some damned eyeties. He shrugged, and let himself out of the office, not bothering to close or lock the door behind him.

"Mr. Caruso?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Mr. Murdoc is expecting you. Please come in." He stood aside to allow Frank to enter.

Donny lit a Cigar, watching the man walk in. He seemed... nervous, worried.

"Wassup Frank? You said you wanted to see me... you wanna tell me why?"

Donny Clicked his fingers.

"A drink for my friend here!"

OOC:where's every1 at? please continue...