NationStates Jolt Archive

The Family Mansion

Salvatore Leon awoke to another day as the Don of "The Family". Although The Family controlled many assets within Union City, it was still very dangerous to be outside the Mansion. Rival Organizations, the Police, everyone it seems was against the Family, or was he just paranoid....

Family Warehouse

Stacks of weapons were being loaded into cars, brand-new AK's and Beretta's were soon to be in the hands of Family henchmen, this time they would be at an advantage. With these weapons supplied by thier own shops, the Family will never run out of fresh weapons.

Cilantro Restaurant

Two Family Sentials parked infront of the restaurant, Eight Family Hitmen got out, pointed thier Ak's at the Restaurant, and fired untill their clips were empty. Bullets ripped into everyone, parents, children, old people out for lunch...Killing 23 people and wounding 55. The Sentials sped away from the Massacure...Mabye now the Cilantro's would pay their "Protection" Money.

Punkz Hideout

Another usual day, as Felix arrived to the warehouse. The new AFI hit "Miss Murder" was blasting out of the speakers; Jim and Kristy were learning it on guitar; Paul, Chris and Billy were smoking up in a corner; just a normal day. But Felix was worried. "Hey, guys!" He yells, turning down the music. "The Family have just shipped in a ton of new guns, and they've gotten more aggresive in their dealings: they attacked Cilantro's restaurant this morning." "Felix, calm down, they won't move on us on our turf. Don't worry, we'll discuss what to do tonight, when everyone gets here."

"So what you're telling me, is that a group of gangsters perforated the Cilantro restaurant, while you were standing at the corner of the street, and you didn't do anything about it? You didn't even call for backup? You just stood there and let it happen?!"

Clayton was looking at the officer in front of him. According to the schedule, the man should have been at the Cilantro restaurant when the attack happend, but it was obvious he hadn't been there. He wanted to know where the man really was at the time, as he hated it when these things happend in his district.

"I was a bit behind on my round Sir, after being held up in the traffic. When I arrived, the gangsters were gone already."

"You're a terrible liar, there is almost no traffic at that time. Now get out of my sight and start working on this!"

Air Freight Depot, Union City

"Look, I'm losing as much money as you are in this." Ian McManus held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "I don't know what to tell you." A large crowd of protestors stood outside chanting, "Strike!" repeatedly. "I know you just installed a hundred cigarette machines all over Union City. My boys shipped them for you." He shifted his weight leftwards and reached into a box and pulled out a pack of cigarretes, lighting one and putting it in his mouth. "The hell should I know where your cigarettes are? I'm tryin' to stop my boys from killin' eachother." He tossed a carton of cigarettes to a security guard and one to each of the several men in grey jumpsuits who passed by. The men began loading the crates into nondescript vans and trucks. McManus rolled his eyes as the voice on the phone became increasingly violent. He hopped off the last of the stack of crates and the men finished loading the vehicles. McManus took the phone in his left hand and waved his right hand in a circle and the vans screeched off. "Well, if you value a load of cigarettes more than a human life, I hope you go to hell!" and he slammed his phone shut, exhaled and then opened it up again and dialed calmly. "Hey Pat, its done. Whaddya say we offer them, eh, forty cents on the dollar for their machines? They're nothin' to 'em but a hole in their pocket now." he laughed
"Ian, something has come up." The calm and measured voice of Patrick gently echoed through the line. "Have you heard of the Cilantro?"
"An Italian joint right? Didn't Mr. O'Connor's boy used to run his card games there a while ago?"
"Yes. And apparently there was a little dispute over protection there."
"How much of a dispute?"
"23 dead, and over fifty hurt."
"Mother of Mercy."
"This wasn't a simple protection grab. Its a message. The Sicilians are getting a little anxious. Colombians are taking the South, Chinese are comin' in from the west, and the feds have been pounding the commission."
"Big deal, they just want everyone to know they're here."
"We need to be careful. In fact, if any firepower comes your way, have a little strike, just like today."
"Okay, Pat."

***
The office of Patrick Carson, LLC

Patrick Carson sat calmly behind his desk. Well, at least we may be able to capitalize on this He thought. He picked up his desk phone. "Mark, I want you to put bids on any property around the Cilantro that comes up. Start at a hundred below market, but don't go over thirty. It should be an easy grab. Nobody would want to live in such a 'violent neighborhood'."

Salvatore Mansion

"Leon, it went perfectly, no way they ain't gonna pay protection now."
Salvatore looked up from his morning meal.."So you tellin me that were good on the subject of payment from now on?"

"Why yes sir."

"Well how is our "other" deal goin down?"

"Well is should be happening right now."

Caligula's Casino

A tall lanky man walked into one of the backrooms with two large briefcases in hand. Once he entered the room a Family henchmen closed and locked the door.

"I....I...Have the money..."--"Printed to the highest quality....no..no one can tell the difference..."
The man set the briefcases on the desk in front of him, Luigi Goterelli opened up one of them and looked though the 20 dollar bills.

"Nice...very nice."--"You keep dis up, well lets just say you won't have to worry about anythin anymore."

The man who was visually shaken by the whole experience left with a wad of money and new instuctions...


54th Street Corner

"Listen I can't keep coming to see you out in the open...I can get in serisous trouble for this." Ray Machowski told the Family Hencemen as he looked around nervously.

"Well all I want to know from you, is do the cops know who did the Cilantro job?'

"No...no..they don't know yet."

"Good and you better keep it that way."

Ray Machowski got back into his Squad Car and sped away.


OOC: Who ever wants the Tall Lanky Man to be one of "Thiers", it's first come first serve.

OOC: I'll take him. Do you have any specific direction you'd like him to go? And what are the "new instructions"?

OOC: You can take him wherever...and the new instructions are to print more money.

Federation Tower (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Locations/federation20skyscraper.jpg) (Millennion H.Q.) - Conference Room

The man known only as 'Big Daddy' (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Character%20Pics/big20daddy.jpg), the man who had started the organization, looked around the table as people began filtering into the room and taking their seats for the daily reports.

After everyone was seated, he asked his usual, "How are things today?"

An overweight man named Bob Poundmax (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Character%20Pics/3633_31229.jpg) was the first to respond.

"There was a drive-by earlier today. However," he bit a chunk from the chicken leg he was holding before continuing, "it doesn't concern the Organization, so I didn't bother to get the details."

"What do you know about it, Bob?" asked Balladbird Lee (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Character%20Pics/3634_44074.jpg)

"Only what the papers say," he took another bite, "something about a resturant being shot up. Twenty-three people are dead and fifty-five are injured."

Big Daddy inquired, "Was it one of ours?"

"No, sir. That's why I didn't dig deeper."

"Understood. Now, is their anything else we need to discuss?"

A young man in a white suit named Harry McDowel (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Character%20Pics/3632_35440.jpg) responded, "The only other things I can think of, sir, are the casino and what we have underneath it, the upcoming arm's bazaar, and the book keeping."

"Then let us hear from those in charge of them."

The men around the table nodded.

A middle aged man near the other end of the table stood up to give his report on the hotel-casino.

"Business is doing good. I've always said that casinos were cash cows. Combining it with a luxory(sp?) hotel and making accessable only to those we invite or enough money to get in on their own was brilliant and increased profit."

He nodded and sat down. The next man to stand-up had some gray in his hair.

"The events at the arena beneath the hotel-casino are also drawing in the usual crowd. Profits are up and we are starting to have requests filter in from the repeat customers."

He also nodded before returning to his seat.

Harry was the next to stand, as he had been put in charge of the upcoming arms bazaar, to give the final report of the meeting.

"The site is all set up. Currently we are waiting for the first group of sellers to arrive and set up their booths. Profits are estimated to exceed last years by at least double."

He nodded and sat back down.

"Very good," said 'Big Daddy' as he twirled his chair to look out the window, "I take it that's all for today."

"Yes, sir."

"Then this meeting is over."

Everyone nodded and began filtering out. However, one young man remained behind as he usually does so he and 'Big Daddy' can discuss their next fishing trip.

Uptown Construction Site, the night before

The construction workers were gathered around a card table set up on one of the derelict floors of a half-constructed skyscraper was littered with bottles of Guiness, cards and poker chips. "Full house asshats!" One screamed and the men cheered as he took the pile of chips. Michael O'Connor set down one card, an Ace of hearts. "Ace high..." and he lay down the rest of his cards, "And a Royal flush!" The men cheered as he pulled in his chips. His phone rang. "G'day..."
"Michael, I need you and your boys to scout out some of our family's newly aquired property."
"What? I just cleaned three boys of their weeks' wages!"
"I just signed the deed two hours ago, and I have a feeling that something is amiss."
"Don't worry yourself, Mr. Carson, we'll take care of it."

***

Carson Development Properties, South Side

Several construction vans pulled up outside the abandoned factory. A black Ducati circled around them and Michael got off. The vans disgorged an army of half-drunk and excited workers, armed with crow-bars, pipes, chains and screwdrivers. A few had procured berettas from the security guards' office at the site. Michael clutched an old Colt 1911 pistol close to his side. He pressed his ear aginst the door. Machinery running? He saw a shadow obscure the fogged glass windows on the door, and quickly ducked to the side. The door flew open and a small man shouted "Get outta he-" But was met with a blow to the back of the head with a tire iron. The men flooded the factory. Gunshots were exchanged, and the sickening crack of breaking bones filled the room. After the half-brawl, half-firefight ended, several of the workers were injured, one was dead, and all but one of the squattors were dead. Michael opicked him up by the shirt. "Who d'ya work for?". The man spat, "Fuck you, dirty mik." Mike looked at one of his workers, who tossed him a screwdriver. Mike slammed the man against the wall and jabbed the tip of the screwdriver into his side, and pointed it up under his ribs. "That's a painful way t'go."
The man began breathing faster, and Mike pushed the screwdriver into his side, and a small stream of blood began running down the side. "Luigi! Oh God Luigi Goterelli!" Mike removed the bloodied screwdriver as the man's hands grabbed the bloody spot. "Relax, it barely got int'ya." The man was panting. "Anything else I need to know?" He spun the man around and pointed the screwdriver at his left eye. "I g-g-g-gotta take this to him. I gotta take this funny money to him tommorrow morning." "Have you ever met this guy?" "N-n-no. I only spoke to him. He said if I he liked what he saw, we could do business together." Mike lowered the screwdriver. "Good." Mike stepped back from the man, who looked as though he would soil himself. The man looked at him, and began heading towards the doors when two of Mike's men took his arms and one pulled a chain around his neck. Amidst the gurgling sound Mike shouted, "No one was in earshot, so we have time. Take our men who need it to the hospital, and take these bodies down to the site. Put 'em under a few feet o' concrete. And lets clean this place up. I want bleech on these bloodstains." He looked over at the now busted machinery. There were several large squares of freshly printed money, and some was already loaded into a briefcase. A slip of paper read, "Meet in Back room of Caligula's". Mike thought for a second, and then shouted, "Hey Duffy! Get yer ass over here! The rest of you take this crap down to the warehouse!"

Outside Caligula's Casino, Present
The tall lanky man darted outside of the casino, walking fast down the sidewalk. A black Ducati pulled up along side him. "Oy Duffy! How'd it go?" The man jumped on. "I was scared shitless" he said, sans Irish accent. "Your a yank. No accent, no way he could no it was us." Mike said, revving the bike. "He wants more money." Duffy mumbled. "Well, we'll just have to get those machines workin'. Next time, I want-" "Next time?" "Yes, next time, get in there and take a look around. We don't want a war or nothin', but it would help if you, uh, you know, kept a sharp eye for anything funny." Mike executed a sharp turn and sped through an alley to shake anyone who might be following him.

Mao Xun walked down the street, a cigarette in his mouth. A .454 Casull Taurus Raging Bull stuck out of his pocket. No cop ever did anything about it, he didn't know a single one who was stupid enough. Plus, this was Chinatown. No foreign devil cop was going to question him, he ruled this town.
"Hey! You!"
Or at least, almost every foreign devil cop.
"What you want?" Xun said in Cantonese, turning around. A fat, white cop was pointing a revolver at him.
"Please speak English, sir!" the cop said, "Now, what are you doing..."
Xun cut him off, knocking the gun out of his hand and grabbing his collar.
"You disgusti' fo'an devo, shut yo' mouth," he said in his accented English, "You lea'n Chinee, I not lea'n English. I hate yo' fo'an devo language. I hate everyt'ing 'bout fo'an devos."
Xun threw the cop onto the street, pulling out his Raging Bull and shooting him five times.
"Stupid foreign devil," he said in Cantonese. He unzipped his pants and took a long piss on the cop's body. When he was done, he turned and saw two cops, one white, one Chinese, staring at him in horror.
"Clean that up," he said to the Chinese one in Mandarin. He zipped up his pants and put the revolver back in his pocket, walking away. This town was his for the taking, no matter what the Italians, Irish, or anyone else, for that matter, thought.

Caligula's Casino's Board Room

Luigi looked over the briefcases of 20's.."This will help our Operation so much. We gotta make dis guy a made man."

A Family Worker ran into the Board Room..."Boss Boss! check out des chips!"

Luigi grabbed the chips, looked at them and then threw them against the wall.--"Goddammit!, Fake Chips."

"What should we do boss?"

"Tell the cashiers to be extra diligent."

"Well who could it be boss?"

"It had to be those goddamn Russians...they've been tryin to get our casino shares for a while now."

"What do you want us to do boss?"

"Let's pay a visit to one of the Russian place of business."

Luigi and 7 other Family henchmen got into 2 Sentials. They drove off toward one of the Russian Casinos.

Russian Casino

Luigi and his henchmen got out of their cars and walked to the front doors...

OOC: do we have to use RL nations, or can we use our NS nations for our gang?

OOC: do we have to use RL nations, or can we use our NS nations for our gang?

I'm sorry, you had to sign up for this. You missed it by a day, don't worry I'm planing to do an expansion to this Rp after it's done.

Millennion Hotel And Casino (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Locations/7-1744-2987-0_177359.jpg) - Lower Levels - Blood Sport Arena

Tonight's fight had managed to reach round twelve. Panes of glass kept the patrons clean while the two men inside the arena pounded the snot out of each other and sent blood flying. Tonight's event was a bare-knuckle brawl and, as such, weapons weren't permitted. Though, other than that, anything went until one of the opponents yeilded, died, or was knocked out. They don't call it Blood Sport for nothing.

Office over looking the Arena

"So, there's funny money floating around town."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, if you catch anyone trying to pass any to any of Millennion's money incomes, then bring them here. We'll see how they like challenging the current champion."

"Great idea. You want them as is? Or should we rough them up a bit first?"

Harry McDowel turned from the window and replied, "As is. Wouldn't make it that interesting after we threw them into the ring if they weren't at their full capabilites."

Between bites of fried chicken, Bob Poundmax said, from his seat on the couch, "Harry, I think you're going to go far in the organization."

"Thanks, Bob."

Harry turned back to the window to watch the rest of the fight. The man who had delivered the info on the rumor about funny money being made in town wisely took this as his cue to depart.

"Hey man! You've got style" said a punk to Mao Xun. He and a friend had just witnessed the incident with the fat cop. "Care to talk business? You wouldn't regret working with us."

Clayton's Office - Main Police Station
"Well, any progress by now? You've had a whole day to investigate by now and time is running out. We're going to have to sell the Cilantro restaurant - or what's left of it - soon. And you'd better have something found before we do so."

"We found out that the attackers were driving in a Sential car, or atleast that's what most of the survivors are claiming. Needless to say, the attackers were all carrying AK's during the crime."

Clayton's anger had worked out quite well, as the officers were clearly doing a lot of effort to find useful clues. Not many persons drove around in Sentials these days. On the other hand, finding out in what kind of weapons the gangsters had been using wasn't too useful, as they could easily dump these.

"Then get out there again and track down some Sentials. Take Aron with you too, his uncle was one of the victims, so he will certainly try the best he can. Go now."

The officer left again to look for Aron, and after that the pair of Sentials. He didn't exactly know how those looked, but he expected that either Aron or one of the witnesses could tell him that.

Miller's Office - Downtown Station

"Johnson has been reported missing Sir, he never came back from his patrol in Chinatown."

"Those thin-eyed bastards must have gotten him, we can't let that happen again."

"Shouldn't we look for evidence of them doing if before reacting Sir?"

"It's obvious they did it, no other criminals dare to go there, now get a group of officers and head there. Arrest the first three chinese-looking persons you find there and frame them for one of our unsolved cases. They're not getting away with killing my cops..."

Office of Patrick Carson, LLC
"This is good news Mark."
Carson listened patiently to the soft voice on the phone. Almost everyone was selling property around the Cilantro for whatever they could get.
"Once we get everything there, we'll just raze it all, and build something new. People have short memories and if it looks totally different, people won't give a damn what happened here."

The Brotherhood's Warehouse

The tires on the black van squealed as Ian McManus pushed the pedal closer to the floor. The thugs hung their heads out the window to see that no one had followed them. The van pulled into the yard outside of an unmarked warehouse on the edge of town. When the van stopped, Ian jumped out, panting, and cursed to himself, "Christ that was nuts." He pulled out his phone. "Mr. O'Bannon? Its Ian. Mr. Carson said you needed some more firepower...Yes, we've got it. Don't know from who, but somebody was tryin' to ship quite a few nines and a couple of MP's. Fell right into our lap...No they didn't see us...They'll never know it was us."
He hung up, panted some more, took a long drink from a hip flask and then helped his men unload the crates.

Uptown Construction Site

Michael O'Bannon and his men looked at the machinery. They had managed to fix it, and it was printing money just fine for a few minutes, but then it died. "Perhaps we were a bit too hard on it." One of the men said, pointing to a bullet hole. "Damn." Mike said. "Well, we've got the printing plates at least. All we need is a press." "The hell are we going to get a press from?" Another asked Mike looked around. "Well, lets just put together the money we've made now, and we'll worry about the press later. Duffy! You want to pay those Italians another visit?" "No." he uttered meekly. "Great! Let's go!" Mike said, dragging Duffy by the arm.

Caligula's Casino's Board Room

Luigi looked over the briefcases of 20's.."This will help our Operation so much. We gotta make dis guy a made man."

A Family Worker ran into the Board Room..."Boss Boss! check out des chips!"

Luigi grabbed the chips, looked at them and then threw them against the wall.--"Goddammit!, Fake Chips."

"What should we do boss?"

"Tell the cashiers to be extra diligent."

"Well who could it be boss?"

"It had to be those goddamn Russians...they've been tryin to get our casino shares for a while now."

"What do you want us to do boss?"

"Let's pay a visit to one of the Russian place of business."

Luigi and 7 other Family henchmen got into 2 Sentials. They drove off toward one of the Russian Casinos.

Russian Casino

Luigi and his henchmen got out of their cars and walked to the front doors...

"Welcome Comrade's" said the guard with open arms "To the Liverita!"

as the guard lowered his arms, he flipped a hidden switch, warning nearly all the guards "We've got trubble"

Russian Casino

Luigi turned to 4 of the Henchmen, "You guys stay with the cars, you three come wit me."

Luigi and 3 Family Henchmen entered the Casino ready to "sort" out this problem with the Fake Chips.


Union City Police Department

Ray Machowski walked into the Lieutenants office, on his desk was the report from the Bullets that came from the Cliantro Job. He took the paper and turned on the shredder..."Well, this outta keep 'em off the trail." The papers were shredded and Ray quickly left the office and got back to his desk.

Mao Xun's fist slammed down on his table in Club Snakepit, the Snake Gang operations base.
"Those dirty pieces of bird shit are arresting random Asian people?" he said.
"What should we do about it, Brother Xun?" Chao Ru, his right-hand man asked.
"I think we should teach those dirty foreign devils a thing or two," Xun said, "Go get the RPDs, AKs, and the gasoline. There isn't gonna be a single cop in our turf by the time we're done."

About two hours later, the Snakes were loading up into their cars, carrying the biggest guns they owned. They slowly rolled up to the first cop station they were going to hit.
Kwok Tu, a Triad captain, slowly walked towards the station, an RPD in his hands.
"Die, bird shits," he said in Mandarin before spraying bullets at the cops.

EDIT: ooc: Sorry, Keltoi Tribe, didn't notice what you posted.

"Well," Xun said, "I suppose we could work something out. Come to Club Snakepit, we'll see what we can work out."

Union City Casino Strip

Michael O'Connor' Ducati roared fiercely as it was expertly guided between the cars in a traffic jam. A visibly nervous and sweaty Duffy clung to the bike. Two Briefcases were tied to the back of the bike. "Mike, do I have to do this?"
"Duffy, my dad always said that the amount of fear you show correlates inversely with the odds of your survival. I think it means something like, if you look afraid, they'll kill you."
"So should I be arrogant?"
"No. That'll get you killed too."
"Shit!" He thrashed.
"Listen. Just go in, give him the cases, look around, and whatnot. And take your time. Tell me whose there, who they're talkin' with and whose bangin' who. I want to know this Casino inside and out. The sooner you figure that out for me, the sooner we'll stop doing these trips." He coasted the bike and pulled up in front of Caligula's. Duffy trembled slightly and was shoved off the bike. He walked towards the bike, but the two briefcases flew into his chest. He looked up at Mike. "Have faith, Duffy. If something goes wrong, I have a plan. keep the faith."

Outside the Office of Patrick Carson, LLC

Patrick Carson stepped outside the office. Things were shaping up nicely. With recent tensions in the criminal underworld, real estate had been falling flat. Now was the time to buy. A small black sedan pulled alongside him, and honked. He immediately got in. Inside was the large Sean O'Connor, complete with trenchcoat, sunglasses, scraggly grey beard patchwork cap and a cigar perched on his lips. "It's been awhile since we've gone for a pint, eh Patty?" he spoke in a thick Irish accent.
"It has been a while Sean. Is something on your mind?"
"Well, if you want to get down to business, I was doin' some thinking. A dummy corporation of yours owns land on the Casino strip, right?"
"Well, yes, to put it simply..."
"Well, I was thinking, its kinda of nuts for us to be runnin' an' hidin' like little bunnies, runnin' our bettin' shops in the back rooms of bars, well, if we were to open up something on the strip, well, I think we'd do well for ourselves."
"The only problem is that all the other mobs are so entrenched, they'll never let us in."
"I'll bet you four to one the mobs there are ready to rip eachother apart. This'll erupt into war, and we'll be able to open ours up, and pick up the pieces they bust off eachother."
"I like the sound of it. I'll make it happen."
The Sedan was cruising across the city to Sean's favorite watering hole. The driver cut through Chinatown as a shortcut, when they pulled in front of the precinct that was under seige. The gunshots erupting from within the police station caused all occupants of the vehicle to leap downward. "Those Damn Triads! So cocky! Get us outta here!" The wheels screeched and the sedan tore out of Chinatown. "This is not a good sign." Sean breathed. "My sources say one of them put five slugs in a cop in broad daylight and then pissed all over his body. Their quite confidant." Patrick looked at him. "Fortunately, its all in Chinatown, right?" "I hope it stays that way." Sean said shaking his head, "But if they get too confidant, they'll want to expand. And wherever the Triads go, their heroin follows. We'll need to watch this." Patrick nodded slightly as he put his hand over his mouth contemplatively.

Carson Develpment Properties, Casino Strip

The building that presently stood there was a medium-sized hotel plagued with poor management and terrible luck. Two O'Connor Construction Company van arrived on the scene. Several surveyors and an architect stared ambitiously at the decrepit building, while several workers raised a sign that said, "Future Site of Lucky Clover Casino"

OOC: In lieu of Tigerlans Absence, the Part of Luigi arriving and the "Fake Chips" never happened. So Luigi is still at the Caligula Casino.


Caligula Casino

"Luigi! Luigi!" a Henchmen came running in his office.

"What is it?"

"I was walking down the Strip and saw a sign."

"What kind of sign?"

"A Constuction sign saying Future Site of Lucky Clover Casino"

"What!? Casinos are our turf, The Family ain't gonna stand for dis!"

"What should we do?"

"Get some guys and fix a ride on that location, leave it full of holes."

"Yes sir."

Site of the Lucky Clover

Four Family Sentials rolled up to the site and the occupants fired thier weapons at the run-down building, 9mm and 7.62mm rounds slammed into windows/drywall/wood. This was a direct show of force, to tell the Irish to get the fuck off their turf.

OOC: Yuka, I expected your average gang to have filed off the serial numbers of their guns already, so I didn't exactly bother with bulletreports.:OOC
Chinatown
Two police cars stopped in the first alley of Chinatown, three policemen stepping out of each one. They were the ones sent out by Miller to get the government some revenge for the missing officer. All they would have to do was wait a bit, and arrest the first chinese person that came by. Even this bunch of morons couldn't mess that up, or could they?

Downtown Police Station
Bullets came flying in through the windows and open doors of the station, perforating a group of cops standing around talking. After the initial shock, the remaining officers took out their own guns and took cover behind desks, tables, and other things lying about. Those at the second floor looked out of the window to see what happend, only to see a lot of bullets coming at them. They too reached for their weapons, and started shooting down at the gangsters.

Miller was in his office when this happend, and he had enough of these narrow-eyed criminals running around in his district. After informing the other police stations of the situation, he took out a bullet-proof vest from his closet, as well as a large shotgun. Not wanting any gangsters to remain, he started walking down the stairs to get rid of them himself...

OOC:Sorry H-Town, missed your post.:OOC

Caligula's Casino

Duffy walked nervously into the casino. He clutched the briefcases of counterfeit cash tightly. He walked a long loop around the tables, taking note of any important individuals there. he then slowly walked past the bar as he made his way to the back room. He looked up at the guard. "May I speak with Mr. Goterelli?"

Lucky Clover Site

Patrick Carson and Sean O'Bannon strolled around the site. The walls were littered with bullet holes, the windows were shattered and the few security guards that were on patrol handed in their resignation that morning. Sean's body guard looked a the mess. "Those wops think they can walk all over us? Boss, let me get some boys together. We'll tear 'em apart!"
Sean looked calmly at he bullet holes. "No Eoin. I don't think we could afford an all out war. Besides, this land is property of Mr. Carson here. A respectable, legitimate businessman. Thats what the police are for." He turned to Patrick, "There's an officer whose been all over the Cilantro case. His name is Clayton." Sean walked briskly with Patrick. "See these holes? 7.62 millimeter. See the spray? Automatic fire. I'm sure you can think of something that fires a lot of 7.62 rounds fast." He guided Carson into the construction office. "Look at these security films. See those cars? Sentinals. Mafia. Same guys who pulled the Cilantro massacre. I think you should get ahold of this officer. He'd like to see this."
"Even though the Chinese are tearing up their downtown station?"
"I've seen him work before. He might be delayed, but he'd never give it up. Kinda like syphillis." He lit another cigar as he walked toward the door. "My son is handling some business of his own now, but his construction team should show up tommorrow or the next day. Call that officer." Patrick picked up the desk phone as he watched Sean and his bodyguard get into his sedan. The car drove off as Patrick dialed the non-emergency line at the main station. "I need to speak to Clayton. I have something on the Cilantro massacre..."

Clayton's Office
As Clayton was standing near the window, looking out over the park in front of him, his secretary entered with a wireless phone in her hand. Without even bothering to turn around to face her, Clayton asked what the problem was.

"Sir, there is someone who wants to speak to you. He says he knows something important about the Cilantro massacre."

Now Clayton was interested. He turned around and took the phone from his secreteray, then waved her away. After sitting down again, he put the phone to his ear and started speaking.

"Hello, who is this?" he asked.

"My name is Patrick Carson. Property belonging to my development corporation was attacked yesterday. Survelliance footage shows the attackers traveling in black sentinals and using AK-47s. We know it was the Italians, because they're trying to get a monopoly on the casinos. We have very good video surveiliance. I'm not certain that these are the same people who pulled the job, but they are similar to what the papers say about the atackers." He turned around and looked at the bullet hole in the wall.

Clayton's Office
"Very interesting, someone will come to investigate in a minute."

With that, Clayton put down the horn and called back his secretary. He immediatly ordered her to have Carl and Aron stop whatever they were doing right now and visit Mr.Carson at his building site. After that, he returned to his other business, although most of that was just standing around and looking outside.

Police Car - On the way to the Lucky Clover Site
"I just don't get it, why would these gangsters attack a building site? They can't really be after a monopoly on casinos, can they? If they did, the government would just outlaw them and shut down an entire family that way."

"Who cares about that? It's our job to catch them and put them in a cell, not to figure out why they're doing what they're doing. Just hurry up and get there now."

Carl and Aron where trying to make their way to the building site, although this was a lot harder now because of other traffic blocking the roads. But they would get there eventually, and then watch the surveillance tapes and collect the remains of the bullets to get more clues about the gangsters that were roaming through the city.

OOC: Yuka, I expected your average gang to have filed off the serial numbers of their guns already, so I didn't exactly bother with bulletreports.:OOC
Chinatown
Two police cars stopped in the first alley of Chinatown, three policemen stepping out of each one. They were the ones sent out by Miller to get the government some revenge for the missing officer. All they would have to do was wait a bit, and arrest the first chinese person that came by. Even this bunch of morons couldn't mess that up, or could they?

Downtown Police Station
Bullets came flying in through the windows and open doors of the station, perforating a group of cops standing around talking. After the initial shock, the remaining officers took out their own guns and took cover behind desks, tables, and other things lying about. Those at the second floor looked out of the window to see what happend, only to see a lot of bullets coming at them. They too reached for their weapons, and started shooting down at the gangsters.

Miller was in his office when this happend, and he had enough of these narrow-eyed criminals running around in his district. After informing the other police stations of the situation, he took out a bullet-proof vest from his closet, as well as a large shotgun. Not wanting any gangsters to remain, he started walking down the stairs to get rid of them himself...

OOC:Sorry H-Town, missed your post.:OOC

DOWNTOWN STATION
A few Snakes were dispatched by the cops, but most of them had hidden behind walls and other assorted cover, such as vending machines.
One Snake came up to Tu with an open gas can.
"Brother Tu, we need to finish this real quick," he said in Mandarin, "Let's torch this place."
Tu nodded and knocked over the gas can onto the floor. Firing off the rest of his RPD's clip, he began towards the door.
"Let's bolt!" he said in Mandarin to the Snakes. The Snakes obeyed and started towards the door.

CHINATOWN
Cuc Trang, a cook at a nearby noodle shop, drove down the street in her new Nissan Murano.
"Another day, another dollar," she said, "Of course, that stingy Chinese Da won't actually pay me decently."
Cuc was Vietnamese, but there wasn't realyl a "Little Ha Noi" or anything, so she just lived in Chinatown.
She drove by the cops. They looked like they had never been to Chinatown, like they were out to arrest somebody.
'What the hell are they doing?' Cuc thought, 'They should know that's suicide!'

Downtown Police Station
"They're trying to burn the place, shoot the one with the gas can now!"

All of the remaining officers on the floor started shooting at the Snake with the gascan, trying to make it blow up right in his hands. Miller himself had almost come down the stairs by now, he had only one turn to go before he would be at the scene himself. He was determined to shoot down every single criminal he found, no matter what the consequences were.

Meanwhile, sirenes were sounding from around the corner, indicating reinforcements were coming soon...

Chinatown
"Hey you, not so fast!"

Craig called out to the passing car, as he noticed it was an Eastern person driving it. (What else did they expect in Chinatown?) As she was a female, it didn't really look like there would be any trouble taking her in. And if there was, the fact he had seven other cops with him could probably solve that. If there had been a group of gangsters here it would have been harder, but a single woman shouldn't really be that much of a problem...

Lucky Clover Site
"So, what are we supposed to be doing here again?" Carl asked, when looking over the relatively empty place where they were just arriving.
"Mister Carson, or more likely one of his employees, is going to show us the surveillance tape of the crime, and the bulletholes from the attackers."

Aron was getting annoyed by his incompetent companion, but he just had to put up with it for now, untill Clayton decided to throw him off the case. Both of them got out of the car, and walked to the building of which they thought it was the security's office.

OOC:I'm leaving with school for three days tommorow, so after today I can't respond again untill Saturday evening/Sunday.:OOC

Carson stood in the office, accompanied only by his bodyguard. "Thank you for coming by so quickly. The attack scared off the security company, which has not helped the situation. He pushed a button on the tv. "In this frame, the attackers pull up to the site. Notice the distinct black sedans-sentinals, which are, according to what I've heard, the winesses believe the attackers arrived in. Now notice the profile of the weapon they're using-banana clip with a fixed stock, very distinctly an AK-47 or some knock-off." He looked at the officers, "The same guns used at the Cilantro." He returned to the tv. "These are, undoubtedly in my mind, the same people who launched the Cilantro attack. Plus motive, means and opportunity are all here-with the Cilantro, it was a protectee that refused to pay up, here, they simply don't want anymore competition. They have the guns, and they have the balls to do this sort of thing. I can supply you with a copy of these tapes, and I can show you all the bullet holes and shells were."