NationStates Jolt Archive

LUIGI'S ITALIAN RISTORANTE

A Lieutenant of an Pacitalian-based Mob splinter group in Vancouver sat at his small circular table as he waited for his goons to arrive for their lunch meeting. He chewed on a piece of Italian breadsticks as he waited and waved down the waitress, "Can you get me a bottle of red wine, please? Add it to my tab and not the bosses."

The waitress nodded and walked away.

A man on the other side of the room sat at a booth in the Italian restaurant as he looked over his shoulder occassionally to observe the room though not looking suspiciously enough to scan on the mob's radar. He was the inside man for the Canadian National Security Taskforce (CNSTF).

The three men had entered the ristorante as they headed over for their Lieutenant's table, "Sorry we were late Gugango."

"Don't sweat like it's your last, sit down - join me for lunch."

The man on the other side looked over at the table as he turned around as he pushed his ear, "The ugly duckling is being haggled by three other ducklings.."

[ OOC ]foul language alert. racism alert (as the Cheda family is extremely racist) - but remember none of these comments are meant OOC. you have been warned, folks. :)[ /OOC ]

Mario Cheda (kay-duh) Gugango stared at the three men.

"Te tutto idiotamu!," he softly scoffed in disgust. "What's with the clothing? You look like you just came from a charity car wash, for Christ's sake."

"Sorry, boss," said Antonio Fenzamesto, the first goon, with a stocky, short build and biceps like garbage cans. "We were trying to go incognito."

"Ai, ai, bastuti!" Gugango replied, with more disgust intonated in his voice. "Shut the fuck up already. When I said casual clothes, I meant jeans and a nice shirt, not an old Grey Cup tee-shirt and torn khaki cutoffs."

"Okay, okay, boss! Jesus Christ, lighten up!" piped in Giulio Magdalena-Apso, the second, lanky and tall goon with three sharp metal teeth.

"Enough, I said," Gugango said, a little louder. "What have you accomplished on Operation Wooden Nail?" Operation Wooden Nail was the Cheda mob family's codename for the assassination plot of the Canadian secretary of state Darren Temple, and the even more important President Anthony Wittrock.

"A lot, boss," Fenzamesto said earnestly. "We've got more weapons lined up now, grenades too, from a credible source. Enough to last us through a ten-hour firefight, for Christ's sake!" Fenzamesto chuckled and Magdalena-Apso clamped a hand over his mouth - too late, as half the restaurant including the proprietor were staring at him oddly.

"Good, because I want that fucking Jew bastard dead," Gugango replied with a spiteful tone, of course referring to Mr. Temple, the first Jewish man elected to office in the FRC. "Him and that fuckwad fake Christian, Wittrock. Oh, and who could forget that pansy-ass faggot Bill Harding? All three of them, dead by next Saturday. You hear me? Let's get moving on this."

"Of course, sir."

They ordered and the four sat, enjoying their lunch. The rest of the restaurant had no idea what was being planned for their national leadership. The Cheda family was just that influential.

LUIGI'S ITALIAN RISTORANTE

Canadian National Security Taskforce Special Service Agent, Lieutenant James Peterson continued to eavesdrop on the Cheda's discussion at their table, he couldn't pick up several things, he only heard the name of the President and the State Secretary, he looked over at the table he waved his hand for the waitress to bring over his bill.

"Can I have my bill, please?" As he looked at the waitress and looked at the Lieutenant of the Cheda Family as he met his eyes and looked back at his three men, "I think we have a special guest here. I want you two to see what all he knows."