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OOC- Before we get this off the Ground please state you charactors name,Position in the city and little background information

The other thread i started died i think..soo a Invite is the best way..Fictional charactors are acceptible


Chicago..1930 This is a time of dispair.
Proibition Is the law of the land. gangs are tearing the city apart for a peice of the action. Crime in the city is as high as it's ever been, The police make valient efforts to try the destruction.
This is a time of Hate
Murder
This is the time of Al Capone.
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CHARACTOR INFO:
Name- Tommy Francesco Nitti
Age- 28
Position- Capone Organization Leiutennet

Tommy grew up in the south bronx working with his mother in their laundry matt, every nickle and dime went towards the shop untill in 1925 it burnt to the ground. Tommy went looking for work to support his mother and 2 sisters, his father had gone some damn place..they didn't know. Tommy Met an acomlice of this man named Alphonse Capone and went to work for them as a driver.

As time passed Tommy got deeper and deeper in the boiling water untill one day he found himself driving Capones son to school,Trust gained after that. By 1928 Tommy Francesco Nitti was high in the organization doing everything from hits,to appearing for the Don himself. He is known for his chalk white suit with mataching Padora. He carries a switch blade and 2 nickel plater Colt .45's

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I hope this is good :)

Name: James Malone
Age: 42
Position: Police Officer (Beat Cop)

Background: Son of a poor Irish imigrant, James joined the police force a young idealistic pup. After 20 years, he is now older, wiser, and a bit more cynical. He is single, with no children, and lives in a tiny apartment on the east side of Chicago. He remains an officer because it pays the bills and gives him time to think while walking his beat.

Hes goal now is to just stay safe, out of the mafia's way. He doesn't mind them, and they leave him alone. However, the Federal Government has recently taken an intrest in Chicago, and Malone fears he too will be swept up in the violence. He carries two guns, a Colt 1911 .45ACP and a detective issue .38 revolver. However, in order to stay up to times, he also can use a Thompson Sub Machine Gun. He keeps a Winchester lever action rifle and a 12ga shotgun in his apartment for safety.

Name: David Knightsbridge
Age: 47
Position: Cheif of police

Been in the ranks since he was 18, Started from the ground up. A real hardass, Does what it takes to get the bad guys in the books. Listens to money and ignores subordinates.

Was born in Scotland but moved over with his tradesmen family when he was 3. Grew up with a strong american accent and never left him since. He is a well built muscular man. Good shape for his age and enjoys a drink and a cigar while he works.

Only travels areound in his chauffer driven Rolles Royce. Govenrment paid offcourse.

OOC: we will begin slowly, others who were invited be sure to fill in charactor details

The rain poured down heavily, it was like the clouds burst. Lightening streaked through the sky lighting up the dark streets of Chicago.

Nitti pulled up in a silver and black rolls royce in front of the police station. He exited the automobile and was met by a man wearing a black trench coat,"Mr.Nitti...", the man said quietly. Nitti strolled through the doors followed by the man who was obveiously his body guard...Nitti didn't need 1 but Mr.Capone thought it best anyway.

Everyone in the police office slowly peered up from what they pretended to do as Nitti walked by. Thomas Francesco Nitti knocked on the police cheifs door 3 times signaling for his body guard to sit on the bench ouside the office,

"David! it's Tommy..you in there?"

Nitti cracked the door open slightly waiting for a signal to enter

Malone looked up from his paper work. He had just nailed a mafia runner, no one important, but still, someone. He sighed as Nitti walked by. "Bloody wop," he said, under his breath. He turned, and watched as he knocked on teh door. It was buy off money, to keep the cheif quiet and out of the mobs buisness. He let his hand rest on his .45.

As Nitti knocked on the door, Malone looked down at the booker infront of him. "Do we have anything on him?" he asked. The man looked down, and flipped through the book in front of him, and shook his head.

"Sorry Jim, but he's clean."

The man with Nitti strolled over to Malones desk,

"what you just say? did i hear wop.."

The man lowered his face to Malone and wispered,

"i thought i smelt a stinkin squeelin irish pig when i came in..."

Nitti spun around and said quietly, "Georgeio shut the fuck up!


Tommy flashed his perfect toothed smile and turned back towards the door, the man now known as Georgeio stayed beside Malone smirking.

Malone stood his ground as the Italian got in his face. He didn't flinch, but instead nodded. Better than a memeber of a no good thieving race, he thought. He knew better than to say it aloud. The mafia had the connections, and could easily kill him where he stood, and not get in trouble. Oh well, the mafia would get its own in the end.

He nodded, and turned his back. "You better watch your boy Georgio here. He might get you in trouble." He walked off to the armory, his shift was comming up, and he wanted to have a back up .38 revolver to his .45 auto.

Nitti showed his fine white toothed smile once again,

"aright pop's...better get to walkin the beat ey"

He turned around facing the door again waiting for Knightsbridge to answear.

Georgeio dipped his hat slighty over his eyes then put his hand on Malones shoulder and wispered in his ear,

"you better watch your back out there gramps...i'll be lookin to say hello....pal"

Georgeio grinned and Nitti turned around again,

"Georgeio don't make me tell you again..leave em be.."

Nitti waved the Irish cop away with a smirk....

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Malone slid awat to the armory, checking out a .38 detective revolver. He let teh idea slip in his mind to nail both these bastards now. Just grab a pump action 12, and nail both of them. He could definately hit both of them fataly before someone could restrain him. But he let it go. He was here to uphold the law, not abuse it. He slid the revolver into an ankle holster, and pulled his night stick out.

He strolled out of the police station onto the busy street, spinning the night stick casually, watching the people move about, whistleing an old Irish drinking tune. His steps were soft, and he nodded to people he knew. As he walked past Chinatown, an old Chinese man waved. This is why he became a cop. Walking the beat. It gave him exercise, time to think, and time to enjoy Chicago. Just another old Irish man, wlaking the beat he thought to himself.

The cheif looked up at the door from his desk, He was just lighting a cigar as the knocks came.

"Come in" He shouted.

Smoke puffed from the end of the cuban cigar to reveal the face of an italian.

"Mr Nitti, Not sent one of your runners have you. Must be important" He flicked his burnt matchstick into a small metal bin behind his dark mahogany desk.

"Please Mr Nitti, Have a seat." Said Knighstbridge.

The italians plush suit creased as he sat down in the leather peice of art.

"Hows your mother keeping?" The cheif began the usual small talk.

"She's fine, Now I have something to ask of you" Tommy said as he leant forward.

"Ok, Shoot. How can I help?" The cheif said as he leaned back in his plush seat.

Tommy showed his grin and a small yellow envolope slid out of his sleeve on the desk,

"it would be a nice night for a walk down by the marina tonight,for me and acouple pals...and not to be bothered by any...cops? Mr.Knightsbridge?..

He watched Knightsbridges facial expression change slowly,

"my mother's fine..sends her regards to you...gotta apple pie in the oven for you..ready by bout' the time you get off"

Nitti tapped his ringed fingers on the desk..the grin never left his face...


Outside Georgeio watched Malone stroll down the hallway,He wasn't allowed to go near the man unless Nitti said so..but Nitti was repersenting Mr.Capone tonight at the marina...some Canadians were meeting to drop off some fine wiskey...500$ dollars worth. Georgeio got it in his head..,

"i'll get that piig tonight...call me a wap will yah ey?" he wisped

Georgeio had this planned for himself...he could only bring one guy as if Capone found out about a personal beef...Georgeio would get in mid level trouble...mid level with Capone was still pretty bad...

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Georgeio tapped on the window to the cheifs office and held up the car keys,Nitti nodded.

Georgieo walked to the lobby of the presenct and got on the phone,

"operator..connect me to 555-1280"

When he was connected he simply said,

"beat walker..24th and raymond..10 minutes..40 to lay em down"

The person on the other line didn't speak but just hung up.

Malone strolled along the street, whisteling the same tune. He looked up to see a man running towards him. "Officer, officer, I need your help!"

"Now calm down sun, what can I do ya for?"

"My wife, shes around the corner in our car, shes going into labor!"

Malone slid his nightstick into its proper place on his belt and followed the man around the corner. Into a trap.

There were two men waiting by the black Lincoln, and the first drove his fist right into Malone's stomach. He doubled over, falling to the ground as an elbow came down on his back. He rolled up, and braced himself, crossing his arms over his sides as he was taught, in order to absorb the blows from the kicks. He held himself tight, and fought the urge to fight back. Right now was not the time, he would only risk his life more. He waited till the kicks stopped to move.

As the two men moved to the black car, he pulled the .38 special in the ankle holster, and fired into both boddies. Only one round hit, and it dropped the man cold, his body hit the ground, lifeless. The other round grazed the man, and he two fell, but was pulled into the Lincoln. He crawled forward as it sped away. He inched himself up to the man, and began to speak. "ou have the right to remain silent..." He paues, looking down to see that his bullet had penetrated the back of the man's skull. He was dead. "Too bad your not going to need it," he finished. The sound of gunfire had drawn attention, and two more officers ran around the corner, helping Malone to his feet.

The lincon sped down the street going well over 50,just around the block from the attack the car hit a lamp post.The man who escaped Malone crawled out of the car, but his ancle was injured making it impossible to stand..he brushed his Fedora off his head bracing himself against the car,

"go..od damn..it" he wisped

The driver opend the door of the lincon,tripped over the bumper of the car and dropped a small card saying,"24th and raymond.."

The man leaning on the car pulled his jack ass holster off before anyone would see and handed it to the driver,he took off on foot through the foggy streets....

The man who limped away from the car was tackled by an alert (and couragous) bystandard. However, the driver managed to get away. The man that had been captured was cuffed by Malone personaly, and hefted up to his feet. He searched the man, and found only a knife. "Just like a wop to bring a knife to a gun fight." He didn't know about the pistol that he had tossed to the driver.

The man was brought into the station, where he found a special place in a cell away from prying eyes. Malone chuckled as he booked the man. "It took two of ya to try to bring me down, and you couldn't even do that." He shook his head. He didn't know about the card wiht the adress written on it yet, though, as a younger officer had picked it up, and booked it as evidence.