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Chapter 1: The Envelope

It was another foggy day in London. A light drizzle filled the air as the people went about their days as usual. Cars drove by carrying important people off to meetings, the subway's were full with commuters. A van pulled up next to a bookie's joint. Inside, a man pulled a mask over his head and grabbed a sawed off shotgun. Two other men put thier masks on as well.
"Alright, no one mess this up. We're in and out in no more than five minutes. Screw the safe, just get the money from the registers, got it?" he asked the other two, they nodded.

The side door opened up and they spilled out and rushed into the building. They knocked down a man in a trench coat as he tried to walk out but they pushed him in.
"Everyone down on the ground!!" the masked man demanded, waving his shotgun at whomever did not comply. There were several people there and they quickly submitted. The robbers rushed through, ripping open registers, taking fistfuls of money and stuffing them into back packs. The leader looked at his watch
"Two minutes left!" he shouted to the other two. He ran into the office where a man tried to use the phone. A fist to the face stopped him as he flew to the ground. "Don't try to be a hero, mate"

The safe in the corner of the room was open. He looked over to it and smiled underneath his mask. It was like Christmas. He didn't intend on confronting the safe but for some reason it was unlocked and he moved towards it, his boots stepping on the man. Several envelopes, a case, and some stacks of money were in it. He took them all, stuffing the envelopes into his coat pocket.
"Oi! Let's dodge outta here!" he shouted, the other two followed. One of them turned back to the others
"Have a lovely day" he said and blasted a hole in the ceiling with his shotgun. They piled into the van as it sped off into the distance. The leader took off his mask and took out the envelope.
"What do you got there, Charlie?" One of them asked. Charlie opened it up...
"Something special" he replied

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=505929

OOC Thread

Mikey pulled off his mask as he piled into the van, and tossed his bag on the floor, breathing heavily from the rush of the successful commission of a crime. He took off his 6-ounce gloves and the cotton wrappings under them, and threw them on the bag. Mikey hadn't needed a gun for the robbery, he just used his hands to make the victims complacent. He checked the knuckles to make sure they weren't hurt, and looked over at Charlie.

"Well, c'mon, mate, what is it you got there?" he asked, peering at him.

A black Mercedes Benz S500 drove through the streets of London England, the light drizzle was just starting to turn into rain. A clean shaven man with dark hair dressed in a suit with a big fur coat held the bottom of the wheel in one hand and a cigerette in the other, the window was down letting the smoke blow out, he turned a corner and was about to drive through an intersection, then suddenly, slammed he on his brakes causing the car to slide to a stop, a van that flew down the street and almost hit the side of his car and another had stopped in front of him causing a small traffic jam in the intersection...

"God damn it!" He cursed in Russian..

Quickly he powered down his driver side window and started yelling at the vehicles occupants in English,

"What the fuck do you think your doing! can't you see in trying to drive here!!"

Cars waiting behind him beeped over and over again, he stuck his head out the window and yelled at them,

"Wait a minute!"

He gave the people in the van the finger then tossed his cigerette at the vehicle.....

OOC: This is for the charactors in the van...

Charlie studied it, drowning out all other sounds. The document seemed out of place in such a seedy business. He looked up at Mikey.
"It's a owner's slip from the Bank of England, Mikey" Charlie said with a smile. The gears in his mind began to turn already. The possibilities seemd quite nice to him "Keep driving, we gotta get back to the hideout. Then, I'll run this by the boss.

The old van continued down the busy streets. "Who would bet something like this? It has a bank deposit slip and a key" he said out in the blue.

Semyon Burke emerged from the tube train station in time to see the van fly down the street. He heard a man cursing in with a thick Russian accent. He turned to look but then felt a quick hot sting as he quickly covered his face.

Son of a-

The small cigarette rolled in front of his feet.

A fine way to return back to London.

All wasn't bad, however. He had just returned from Los Angeles, meeting with his California contact. He was able to hawk some diamonds lifted from a surplus warehouse for a clean ten grand.

He walked into a nearby pub and sat down. "Double vodka and soda, twist of lime." he ordered in a husky voice with a vague hint of an American accent.

The van screeched to a halt. Horns and shouting dashed through the intersection. Charlie asked "What'd you stop for?"
"Some bastard nearly hit us, Charlie" the driver declared. Charlie thought for a moment and stowed the envelope away in the van. They could hear yelling from outside.
"Mikey, why don't you and me have a chat with that driver" he said as they pulled open the van door and stepped out to approach the man in his expensive car.
"You almost hit us!" Charlie shouted to the driver.

"Where is my money, Li?" asked Kenji in a calm voice.
"I swear I don't know! I didn't take it!"
"Li, you and I both know you are lying, and I personally do not wish to get rid of you, but if this is how you will cooperate with me, I must do my duty."
"Okay! Okay! I bet it on some cricket! It's at that bookies place I always hang out at! Don't kill me, please!"
"See, was that so hard, Li?" asked Kenji, "I didn't think so. You may leave now."
As Li got up and left Kenji snatched his trusty Cricket bat and took a huge swing, which contacted directly with Li's head. "Do you like fucking with me Li?" Kenji screamed as he walloped Li over the head. After he was done swinging, he walked over to a table and grabbed his mac. He put three rounds into Li's head and then leaft the old dank cellar. 'No one will find this guy for weeks' Kenji thought. "Now to get my money..." He got into his Mitsubishi Spyder and drove towards the bookie joint.

The van screeched to a halt. Horns and shouting dashed through the intersection. Charlie asked "What'd you stop for?"
"Some bastard nearly hit us, Charlie" the driver declared. Charlie thought for a moment and stowed the envelope away in the van. They could hear yelling from outside.
"Mikey, why don't you and me have a chat with that driver" he said as they pulled open the van door and stepped out to approach the man in his expensive car.
"You almost hit us!" Charlie shouted to the driver.

Ivan pushed open the car door and stepped out, he adjusted his long fur coat and put one hand inside under his left arm...

"You almost hit me!" He said in a low deep Russian voice staring into the mans eyes with a cold icey blue stare..

"You should stop pulling yourself long enough to watch where you are going!" He shouted..

Mikey quickly put the wrappings and gloves back on, and followed Charlie out of the vehicle. He looked around for rozzers, and, seeing none, stepped towards the driver of the Benz, while shouting "Do you have a fucking problem?"

After a few steps, Mikey stopped dead, seeing the hand in the coat. He put one hand behind his back and signalled "shooter" with his thumb and forefinger to the people in the van. Mikey glanced nervously at Charlie.

Charlie was irritated and nervous. They just hit a booky no more than ten blocks away and here was this asshole causing him trouble.
"Listen here you rich commie bastard, I got better things to do than deal with your ass. You almost smashed right into us with your suped up shitmobile!" Charlie said in a angry tone.

Kenji drove towards the joint and laughed as he saw a group of men arguing in the street. 'Not my problem' he thought. Then he arrived. He put on his mask, a mock of ronald reagen, and walked into the store with his mac in plain sight. "Nobody fucking move!" he yelled.
The bookie had a less surprised look than Kenji expected. "Bloody hell, twice in a fucking day. Cut me a break, lad."
"Shutu...wait, what. Twice?"
"Yes twice. Some fucking guys came in with a shotty and took my money! They drove a van."
Anger welled up inside Kenji. Then he remembered the scuffle in the street. There were two men with gloves who drove a van. He decided to check it out. But first he unloaded his Mac into the various T.V.'s and computers in the store. He got in his car and drove to the scuffle which thankfully was still happening. He called up some Yakuza backup, three thugs at a local laundry store nearby, and then he got out of the Spyder. "Which One of you blokes has my fucking money!" he yelled at them.

Mikey immediately saw that Kenji had a machinepistol. He pointed at the Russian, and started backing towards the van, painfully aware that he had brought his fists to a gunfight. As he stepped back, he kept thinking, Just a few more feet...

*Police sirens blarred in the backround*

Charlie was irritated and nervous. They just hit a booky no more than ten blocks away and here was this asshole causing him trouble.
"Listen here you rich commie bastard, I got better things to do than deal with your ass. You almost smashed right into us with your suped up shitmobile!" Charlie said in a angry tone.

Ivan was getting upset and seen the second man move towards his car and shot him an evil glare,

"Commie? who is commie? and this? this is Mercedes, somthing you can't afford..get back in your vehicle and we will have no problems, i can assure you, if you do not.....well..you choose to do things the hard way my friend"

Ivan kept his hand inside the fur coat on the handle of his H&K P3000....

Alcohol clouded Semyon's mind. There were a couple people in the streets. One of them was holding a piece.

He turned back to the pile of empty mugs and shot glasses in front of him.

His feet slowly descended to meet the ground. It seemed to wobble a little more than usual. He staggered towards the door, holding himself up on the frame. He screamed at the crowd of men in the street.

"Hey you fuckers. Why do you so be mad?" He slurred his words and swayed as he tried to steady himself. "If if its f-f-f-fuckin' beer o'clock! Come have p-p-puh-puh pint! I'm buyin'!"

A Subaru Impareza pulled up, emerging from it Kenji's thugs. One had a Glock 22, another an Uzi, and the last one Tec-9. They had on ski ski masks. After their presence was known, they approached Kenji and started talking in Japanese. Kenji answered them and started yelling at the men again.
"I will ask this one more time! Who has my goddamn money! Which one of you bastards in the van got it on 'em! I killed a man with a fucking cricket bat today and I am not going to hold myself back from laying out another!"
The sirens grew nearer but the Yakuza didnt seem to care. Kenji heard a drunk say sumthing slurred behind him so he turned for a moment, his Yakuza thugs standing in front of him.
"What the hell do you want you drunk prick!" he yelled while waving his Mac in the drunk's face. "Fuck Off!" Kenji then turned around and faced the other men again.

Mikey was first to hear the sirens. He shouted "COZZERS!!!" at the top of his lungs and grabbed Charlie's shoulder, running back to the van, flat-out. He jumped into the back and shouted at the driver, "Heavies, drive, drive, drive!!!"

Ivan seen an Asian man approach and also heard a drunk man yelling somthing he could not make out, then more Asians arrived shortly after with a machine pistols, quickly before anyone moved he reached in his coat and pulled out the H&K and pointed it right in Charlie's face (**Boom*) he mouthed, he looked over at the other man who approached from the van slowly backing up after pointing at him..

**Sirins**

"You fucked up today!"

Ivan quickly got in his car and turned the key, the Mercedes roared to life, he quickly put it in reverse, then pulled foward,

"We will meet again!" he thought...

Then he wondered what the hell the Asian was talking about when he asked about 'his money?'

He floored it shifting up into third, weaving in and out of traffic through the intersection and down a side street, as he drove away he nodded while thinking to himself..

That got out of control..... he thought..

He shifted up into fourth and took off down a straight away...

The sirens briefly sobered Semyon up. His first instinct was to sprint, but he then realized that he was guilty of nothing. He then slowly staggered back into the bar where he ordered another drink.

The sirens were growing louder as the police edged closer, Mickey yelled that they were coming, Mr.Obvious as usual. Charlie thought quick, the asian leader turned away for a second to give an order. So, Charlie kicked him square in the balls as Mickey grabbed at Charlie and pulled him towards the van...

The Russian pulled his car out back of a small cafe and got out,

*Beep,Beep* he clicked a button turning on his alarm..

He walked through the back door into a smokey room where four other guys sat around a table smoking and playing cards, he took off his leather gloves..

"Ahh! you must be Ivan, Ivan Chepelle"

A big fat man got up and embraced Ivan, the man wore an expencive suit, many rings and a big gold watch, he kissed him on both cheeks then looked him in the eye..

"Yes, i have just arrived from Prauge..got held up in...traffic"

Ivan did not want to tell them about the British guys and the Asians at the intersection yet, he didn't think it nessasary..

"Ahh, we have work for you Commrade...you will be staying at this location.."

He handed him a buisness card with a room number on the back, Ivan read it..

The Marriott County Hall

He nodded, the man continued to stare at him, the others didn't even look up...

"We will contact you at your cellular number..go..relax"

Ivan was embraced once more then he left.

Semyon settled his tab and stumbled out the door. He jammed his hands and started walking haphazardly down the street.

That was nuts. HE silently reprimanded himself for nearly interfering in the Mexican standoff that just occurred.

California said he might be interested in seeing some new hi-res hardware.

Semyon looked around him. Apparently he was in some high-end hotel. He couldn't quite remember how he got there. He scratched his head and contemplated as he walked over to the bar. He remembered stepping into a public bathroom, a wad of uppers...

He looked into the mirror. He saw a contorting blob of himself. The light around him had crystalline refraction patterns. He looked into his pocket and saw a wad of paper. Mescaline. I took the damn mescaline. He slowly sat down at the bar and tried to ignore the cockaroaches he saw crawling across the patterned carpet. They aren't really there...

He raised a finger to the bartender. "Double vodka and soda, twist of lime."

The screeching of tires pulled Rally out of her trance. The Tanqueray and Tonic with two limes was disapearing slowly, she was pushing her worries out of her mind for the moment. She was in a foriegn nation, with no money, no job, and nothing to do except drive her fast car. But even then, she was still screwed. She knew the area enough to survive, but not well enough to have any fun. So instead, she sipped her tonic and gin, dropped a five euro note on the bar, and grabbed her pea coat, pulling it around her small frame.

She stepped out of the room, pulling the heavy wool jacket around her, protecting her from the wind. She watched as the van and Benz each pulled away. Her car was parked way out, some fancy hotel lot she had dropped it off at, a Mariott. She remebered it had a nice bar, and her car was there. Her gait was quick, but not exactly noticable. It took her only moments to make it to the hotel, where she made her way to the bar.

"Mother Fuckers!" Kenji yelled at the fleeing men. He realized that this wouldn't be a good place to be in about twenty seconds so he and his Yakuza thugs geared up and began to follow the van. Kenji took one of the thugs in his car so if he needed to do a driveby, he had a man in his as well as the other car.

The van weaved in and out of lanes, tires screeching.
"I think I just kicked a Yakuza in the balls" Charlie came to realize. He always played it smart but this time he screwed up, the boss wouldn't be happy, but then he still had the envelope.
"Mickey, you fuckin' idiot, what were you gonna do? They had guns, you had your bleedin' fists" Charlie blurted out to Mickey.

Ivan pulled out front of the main doors to his hotel where a bell hop opened his door,

"Evening sir, have you any luggage you be needin' assistance with?"

Asked a young man with a red face caused by the rain and wind..

"In the trunk," He said gesturing towards the Mercedes's rear...

Valet rushed out of the building and took Ivan's car to park it while he and the bell hop approached the front desk, he looked at the fine detail of the hotel, it was truly grand...

"Yes, reservations for Ivan Chepelle"

"Ere' we go sir, 5th floor" said the girl behind the counter..

"Good, have my luggage sent up, i will be at the bar"

"Very good sir"

Ivan started to walk away then turned to the bell hop who was just about to board the elevators,

"Here, take this"

He tipped him then walked away. Ivan entered the bar and wiped his brow, the big heavy fur coat was getting hot but he could not take it off because he wore a holster under his arm, he sat on a fine crafted stool and looked at the people around him, acouple women that he would have to talk to at some point, the man sitting next to him seemed to be half interested in somthing on the floor causing Ivan to look aswell...

Umm, i don't see anything..but yet he keeps glancing at the floor..

Maybe he likes the carpet..

"Yes, bartender! i want Straight Russian Vodka and prepare me a tab"

That was the worst traffic jam i have ever been in, it's not everyday a group of Asian's pull out semi automatic weapons in an intersection...i wonder what the hell they were looking for.. He scratched his chin deep in thought...

Rally walked past the door men for the hotel, ignoring the front desk. She didn't have a room, but could aquire one if needed. She ignored the music, it was crap in her ears, and pushed away a few men who were intoxicated and looking for some fun. She may have dressed provacatively, but she wasn't the type to just sleep with any Brit sleeze who dropped a few hundred Euros down in booze. She found an empty seat, made sure it was clean, and sat.

There were few people actually sitting at the bar, most at the tables around the room. One man, a few seats down, ordered a straight vodka, and rally controlled her gag. She hated the oily liquid, the flavor, the feeling, everything about it. A few seats down from him was another man, one who seemed to be out of it. He's on something, she thought to herself. The bar tender finally made his way over to Rally, and she ordered simple, tonic water and lime, staying away from the booze. He offered to take her coat, and she accepted, letting him walk off with the heavy wool pea coat.

She wore a tight fitting pink tshirt with some Japanese design on the front. It hugged her frame well, accenting her body in the right places, keeping the attention on her. Over that, she wore a light black button down blouse, left open, that came down to her mid drift. Her jeans were tight, holding close to her legs and drawing eyes along her toned calves and thighs. She wore a simple pair of New Ballance sneakers, nothing fancy, mostly for comfort. Rally held herself well, not slumping over the bar, her light make up barely accenting her features. She sat as if she was waiting, but she wasn't. Not at the moment, at least.

The van finally made it back to the safehouse down in Chelsea. It was an old warehouse, one of many that lined the area. A wooden gate opened up and into the truck area of it. The van puttered to a halt in front of the loading dock. Charlie and the other occupants jumped out.
"Take this van out to Pimlico" Charlie ordered the driver who complied and drove out the gate. Mickey closed the tall wooden gate and they walked into the warehouse. It was filled with boxes and crates, it was a bit cold inside but they weren't there for comfort. The office was run down and dank. He put his shoulder into the door which was the only way to open it. They put the back packs in one corner and Charlie put on his tossel cap. He reached in his coat pocket and laid the envelope on the desk.
"I have to call the Boss" Charlie said as he took out his cellphone. The other man, named Harold asked
"Where's the Boss?"
"He bought an old pig farm just outside the city" Charlie replied
"A pigfarm?" Harold asked in a bewildered tone.
"Yeah, a pigfarm. The previous owner died and the Boss thought it would be a nice place, you know...away from it all" Charlie dialed the number and waited for an answer
"It's Charlie....yeah, we made off with a good bit, and I found something pretty special in the safe...no, we weren't followed...yeah?...sure...right, cheers" and he hung up.
"What did the boss say?" Harold asked
"We'll stay low for a day or two then we'll go out to the farm and show him what we found." Charlie kicked his feet up and took out a flask and bolted it down.

The smokey room choked sight of the Four men, all that could be seen were the cards being lain down on the felt green table and all that could be heard was the innane chattering of this irritating Scouse man, "So here I f**kin' wus, f**kin' Rushun starein' down these tough 'ard bastards, london boys if i'm not mistaken, so course I start reaching down for my piece, 'sif this couldn't get anymore surreal, so then these razza's start eyein' me up, I stay calm, of course, so then, out of nowhere, these C**nkies pop up, I fuckin' pegged it out of there." The door opened drawing attention from this man, instead light pierced the room, Dimitri walked in.

He placed a satchel in front of the Scouser, "I apologise for having to make you suffer this foolish brit's innane rantings." Dimitri signalled for this man to give up his seat and leave, the door was closed behind the Scouser, Dimitri sat and scooped up the cards, "He is a annoying little man, but he makes good profits, speaking of which, this years harvest is not looking good, we may have to branch out our investments to make up for a possible shortfall, I deal only in narcotics but I am willing to branch out."

Yakoslav threw his cards onto the table, "No!" He turned to look at Dimitri "For the last f**king time Dimitri, you are not and never will be in Robbery!" Dimitri listened head down to the gangboss, The door slammed open again and another man walked in, the Boss turned to look at the door and gave Dimitri a stern stare before getting up "Ahh! you must be Iv..." Dimitri didn't pay attention, he was planning already to go against the bosses orders.

He raised a finger to the bartender. "Double vodka and soda, twist of lime."


Joel looked over at the loud man, who was this motherfucker? He thick russain accent was enough to set going Joel's worst suspicions. Joel had paid shit loads for this place, not to be interupted by loud drunk tramps such as this.

However he decided to make the best of the situation "Who the fuk are you?" he bellowed down at the man.

(Joel: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=505929&page=7 2nd down)

OOC: We are in the hotel....^^^^

Ivan took afew shots and looked around the well furnished, well lit, neatly decorated room, he then noticed a Woman in a pink shirt that caught his eye. She looked quite attractive and as if she was waiting for some one to speak to her, Ivan signaled a waiter,

"Yes sir?"

"What is the lady drinking? there.." He gestured towards her..

"It is non alcoholic i do believe, sir.."

Ivan nodded then turned around on his stool to look at her, he smiled showing her perfect white teeth and nodded...

"Bartender, another.."

Ivan had nothing to do but wait for some one to contact him....

Joel waited for a reply, but being an impatient man he didn't wait long, however he thought it best (in his situation) not to make to much of a scene and moved on from the Russian.

He looked around the bar area and watched as a youngish man came up to the man and ordered a Straight Russian Vodka.

That's my kind of drink He thought to himself. He glanced down to the other end of the bar and he gaught sight of a bright pink top....Japanese, the design was unmistakable He noticed he was the only one who had noticed the shirt. The young man gave her a toothy grin and nodded in her direction. It's time to inntroduce myelf Joel thought. He put the newspaper he had been holding to one side, and shifted over to the man.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around you been here long?" He said trying to hid his slight Japanese accent he had aquired in his years over there.

Joel waited for a reply, but being an impatient man he didn't wait long, however he thought it best (in his situation) not to make to much of a scene and moved on from the Russian.

He looked around the bar area and watched as a youngish man came up to the man and ordered a Straight Russian Vodka.

That's my kind of drink He thought to himself. He glanced down to the other end of the bar and he gaught sight of a bright pink top....Japanese, the design was unmistakable He noticed he was the only one who had noticed the shirt. The young man gave her a toothy grin and nodded in her direction. It's time to inntroduce myelf Joel thought. He put the newspaper he had been holding to one side, and shifted over to the man.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around you been here long?" He said trying to hid his slight Japanese accent he had aquired in his years over there.

Ivan looked over at him and replyed,

"Me? i just arrive here today" He said in a thick Russian accent..

He took another shot and pushed all the glasses towards the bar tender signaling he wanted another,

"And you?"

Ivan didn't mind a good conversation while having a drink,

"I see you notice her yes?"

Rally turned to face the man, and she nodded in return. She didn't exactly look like her type, well, not in a sexual sense. However, he was Russian, had an accent, and a nice looking coat. That usually led to money in most cases. She had to play her cards right, not wanting to go to far out this early in her new life. She smiled at his smile. "Hows it goin?" she asked, not using her usual fake accent.

Ivan looked over at him and replyed,

"Me? i just arrive here today" He said in a thick Russian accent..

He took another shot and pushed all the glasses towards the bar tender signaling he wanted another,

"And you?"

Ivan didn't mind a good conversation while having a drink,

"I see you notice her yes?"

"Yes I did, let me get this for you; Russian vodka yes? As I was saying...typical Japanese design shirt, very interesting..." he trailed off

The barman handed over the Vodka I better not drink much more he thought to himself

Just as he was thinking this the pink shirt lady leaned over and asked the Russian how he was. This could get complicated Joel thought to himself

Ivan nodded to the man thanking him for the drink, he then turned as the woman spoke to him....

"1 moment sir.." he winked as he turned...

"Hello" he responded...

Before she could answear he was right there looking in her face, he extended his hand and spoke,

"Ivan, Ivan Chepelle"

He had taken his leather gloves off while sitting at the bar, he brushed back the right side of his coat showing a very expencive black suit with a dark blue shirt and a black tie..

"And you may be?"

And you may be?

"Alexis," Rally replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "Alexis Brown. Most of my friend's call me Rally. May I ask whom I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

He was up in her space, and Rally hadn't expected him to move up so close. She readjusted herself on the stool, appearing as if to only make herself more comfortable. However, her feet had moved slightly, positioning her body body so a quick sweeping kick could be made if needed.

The man (who, Joel noticed was wearing a very smart suit) turned away to talk to the lady. Joel counldn't help but be amazed by the suave youngman, he even winked as he turned away.

Joel took a this break in the conversation to light up a cigarette, and ponder over his situation. Recently out of jail he had nowhere to go, other than this hotel. Also he was not part of any gang, but he couldn't help asking himself the question, should he be. As he took an offensive puff of his cigarette, he decided that perhaps he should step out of the game for a while. Certainly give up the gambling.

However the answer came through the door. His cocksure swagger was enough to be sure it was him.

Dimitri

The two cars pulled up to the intersection where the fight had started from. Kenji lost the van and was in quite a fit of rage. He motioned for the thugs to roll back to the laundry shop as he parked in a garage. It was timefor a bit of payback for that drunk guy if he was still in the bar. He tucked his Mac into its hip holster and walked into the hotel. He passed the desk and walked into the bar where he heard some loud Brit bragging about something. At the bar sat a russian guy and a woman with skimpy looking clothes. Another man seemed to be keeping to himself near the end of the bar. He sat down and ordered a glass of Bombay Sapphire after he sat down a in the seat next to the russian man who he thought he saw at the fight. He wanted to make sure first before he started anything.

And you may be?

"Alexis," Rally replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "Alexis Brown. Most of my friend's call me Rally. May I ask whom I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

He was up in her space, and Rally hadn't expected him to move up so close. She readjusted herself on the stool, appearing as if to only make herself more comfortable. However, her feet had moved slightly, positioning her body body so a quick sweeping kick could be made if needed.

He continued to smile,

" I am..Ivan, Ivan Chepelle, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Brown"

He took another shot of Vodka then decided he would stop for a bit now that he was speaking to a lady,

"You do not sound like you are from around here? are you staying in this hotel?"

He said rasing an eyebrow...

Rally sipped at the tonic water, the bitter soda water and lime mix washing down a hand full of pretzells from the bar.

You from around here?

"Nope," Rally responded cautiously. She wouldn't put it past the feds to come crossing international borders to hunt her down. "I'm from Chicago, back in the states. Just taking a bit of a break here in the UK for a touch. Left my car here the other day, just decided to stop by the bar for a bit, have a drink or two before heading home."

She had to be careful, she could tell by his accent he was Russian, most likely ex KGB or Kremlin mafia. They were usually trouble. However, she also knew that they took care of shit, and paid well. Better than the Irish, at least.

kenji thought to himself for a moment as he drank the blue beverage. 'That Russian...he was at the intersection too. Maybe he knows more about those assholes in the van...' He reached into his pocket and got out his phone and called up two of his subordinates from a local gambling den and told them to head to the hotel bar he was at. "Ryu, I need you and Aro to come down here fast. I think I have info on our money that that prick Li lost us sitting next to me. Shit might go down so swing by my place and pick up the 89 and keep it in your trunk. When you come inside, I want you packing some heat, nut not anything too big. Get a Glock or a Five-Seven." Kenji said in Japanese
"Yes, Kenji." said Ryu on the other line.
As Kenji put the phone back in his pocket, he put his hand on a 4-inch switchblade in his pocket. If he needed to get in Close Combat, he was ready.
He turned to the Russian. "Who were those men in the van," Kenji said in his calm voice, disregarding the fact the Russian was in midconversation with the skimpy looking woman.

Charlie sat at the desk, watching the telly qhich was full of news on the robbery today. It brought a smile to the crook's face. Charlie had turned it into an art. In and out in under five minutes, if it took longer than that then it wasn't worth the risk.
"Oi, Harold" Charlie called out. Harold was sleeping on a mattress in the upstairs office. There was no answer. "Get yer lazy arse up!" he called out again.
"What the fuck?" He called out in return and stumbled down the stairs, groggy and tired.
"Look here on the news" he said. Charlie derived a bit of pleasure from it all. It was satisfying to see the incompetence of the police. It made him feel better than the rozzers, though today was a close one.

Rally sipped at the tonic water, the bitter soda water and lime mix washing down a hand full of pretzells from the bar.

You from around here?

"Nope," Rally responded cautiously. She wouldn't put it past the feds to come crossing international borders to hunt her down. "I'm from Chicago, back in the states. Just taking a bit of a break here in the UK for a touch. Left my car here the other day, just decided to stop by the bar for a bit, have a drink or two before heading home."

She had to be careful, she could tell by his accent he was Russian, most likely ex KGB or Kremlin mafia. They were usually trouble. However, she also knew that they took care of shit, and paid well. Better than the Irish, at least.

He continued to smile and gave her his full attention,

"Ahh, Chicago, i hope to go to the United States some day"

He ordered a shot then continued to talk,

"I just arrived from Prauge today, i stay in this Hotel...it is a nice place yes?"

He could tell she was choosing her words carefully, Ivan was a good judge of charactor and could read people...

Just then he heard an Asian man behind him ask about men in a van, that caught his attention, with a grin on his face he turned around and replyed noticing that it was the man from the intersection..

leaning in close he replyed,

"If i knew they would not be having a very good day my friend"

He nodded and turned back around to the Woman ignoring the man...

"What are you doing tonight Miss Brown?...would it to be too bold of me to ask you to come out with me for acouple hours..?"

"An assosiate of mine owns a club down town...V.I.P..drinks on the house..? Dance music.."

He signaled to man he had been talking to first, 'just a second' by holding his pointer finger in the air....

Ivan was preparing for what he would say when she asked which line of work he was in...

kenji thought to himself for a moment as he drank the blue beverage. 'That Russian...he was at the intersection too. Maybe he knows more about those assholes in the van...' He reached into his pocket and got out his phone and called up two of his subordinates from a local gambling den and told them to head to the hotel bar he was at. "Ryu, I need you and Aro to come down here fast. I think I have info on our money that that prick Li lost us sitting next to me. Shit might go down so swing by my place and pick up the 89 and keep it in your trunk. When you come inside, I want you packing some heat, nut not anything too big. Get a Glock or a Five-Seven." Kenji said in Japanese
"Yes, Kenji." said Ryu on the other line.
As Kenji put the phone back in his pocket, he put his hand on a 4-inch switchblade in his pocket. If he needed to get in Close Combat, he was ready.
He turned to the Russian. "Who were those men in the van," Kenji said in his calm voice, disregarding the fact the Russian was in midconversation with the skimpy looking woman.

The Asian man came an stood between the Russian man and Joel. He spoke in Japanese on the phone, but Joel could understand every word that was being said. Two men were coming. Aro, he hadn't heard that name before in the Japanese circles.

He forgot about Dimitri and decided to focus on the new arrival. And decided to be frank in his investigations.

"Who you with?" He said quietly to the man. "I'm Joel or as you may have heard of me as Yazuo Kishigurima" Then Joel decided to dive in the deep end "How is Lin?"

EDIT:*before Kengi leaves*

Rally noted the face of the man behind the Ivan, hearing only spots of the conversation. It sounded like something fun was happening, and possibly soon. However, she would get that done later.

What are you doing tonight Miss Brown?...would it to be too bold of me to ask you to come out with me for acouple hours..?

Rally nodded instinctively. It would be good to keep her head low for a few nights, the run in with Metro on the A5 the past night hadn't been pretty, and it was around the time she had the DB9 pushing one eighty that she decided to take a few nights off. She could leave the car here, no big deal.

"That sounds great Mr. Chepelle. When and where should we meet?"

Charlie opened up the envelope again, a small key slipped out and onto the desk. It was a simple key with a number on it #123
"#123? That's a funny number for a lock box" he said.
"Easy to remember at least" harold replied, taking a drag from a cigarette. They chuckled a bit. The Bank of England is a very well known bank with some pretty imoprtant clients with alot of money.

"This could be our next job" Charlie stated "Box 123 must be pretty important to be in a bank like that. I wonder what's it in"
"Maybe the crown jewels" harold replied with a smile.
"I wouldn't be suprised, there are some pretty seedy people with legit faces who use that bank."

He forgot about Dimitri

(OOC: You guys are at the Hotel, I believe, I mean that's what I gathered, I'm still at the smokey room playing poker.)

The Asian man came an stood between the Russian man and Joel. He spoke in Japanese on the phone, but Joel could understand every word that was being said. Two men were coming. Aro, he hadn't heard that name before in the Japanese circles.

He forgot about Dimitri and decided to focus on the new arrival. And decided to be frank in his investigations.

"Who you with?" He said quietly to the man. "I'm Joel or as you may have heard of me as Yazuo Kishigurima" Then Joel decided to dive in the deep end "How is Lin?"

EDIT:*before Kengi leaves*

**Back in time before Kenji leaves**

Kenji was surprised. "You know Lin? How?" This could be interesting indeed, Kenji thought. "I am Kenji, by the way." Hearing that he knew Lin, he decided to take a chance. "I am here with the Shaolin Dragons. You must surely know who they are, knowing Lin."

Alexander Brown staggered into the warehouse. He had just finished beating down a Russian in the same line of work as himself. Oh well, there was a reason people called him "The Conquerer".
He saw the robbers at the warehouse, crowded around the tube. Then, noticed the money, he said, "Good! Shall we celebrate? I have drugs, and there is beer in the fridge, so who's up for it?"

Rally noted the face of the man behind the Ivan, hearing only spots of the conversation. It sounded like something fun was happening, and possibly soon. However, she would get that done later.

What are you doing tonight Miss Brown?...would it to be too bold of me to ask you to come out with me for acouple hours..?

Rally nodded instinctively. It would be good to keep her head low for a few nights, the run in with Metro on the A5 the past night hadn't been pretty, and it was around the time she had the DB9 pushing one eighty that she decided to take a few nights off. She could leave the car here, no big deal.

"That sounds great Mr. Chepelle. When and where should we meet?"

Ivan continued to smile..

Yes! he thought...

"I can pick you up where ever it is you are staying, unless you had a better location in mind?"

He watched as the Asian man got up to leave, the man who had been speaking to him first started a conversation with him...

I wonder what all this fuss is about..? obviously somthing has been taken that shouldn't have been, im interested..

The blank look on his face dissapeared as his attention drifted back to Rally...

Alexander Brown staggered into the warehouse. He had just finished beating down a Russian in the same line of work as himself. Oh well, there was a reason people called him "The Conquerer".
He saw the robbers at the warehouse, crowded around the tube. Then, noticed the money, he said, "Good! Shall we celebrate? I have drugs, and there is beer in the fridge, so who's up for it?"

Charlie spun around on the chair "Brownie, how's it going, mate?" He asked with a grin. "Drugs? That stuff turns your mind to mush, but you go ahead. Today was very prosoperous. Tomorrow me and Harold are goin' out to the farm and talk to the Boss. I have something important to discuss with him" Charlie said as he secretly slid the key in his pocket. Though he liked Brown, he learned not to trust too many people. It's what kept him alive all these years.
"Brownie, what have you been up to?" Harold asked.

(OOC: You guys are at the Hotel, I believe, I mean that's what I gathered, I'm still at the smokey room playing poker.)

OOC: Ohhhh, i was already there...Ivan is waiting on a call from some one for his work...

They could meet at that club...or before that,

All your charactor gonna do Spooty is call him..

OOC: Ok lets just pretend Kenji doesnt leave. The whole back in time thing is confusing plus nothing big happened at the joint. I deleted that post so I am still at the bar by the Russian .

**Back in time before Kenji leaves**

Kenji was surprised. "You know Lin? How?" This could be interesting indeed, Kenji thought. "I am Kenji, by the way." Hearing that he knew Lin, he decided to take a chance. "I am here with the Shaolin Dragons. You must surely know who they are, knowing Lin."

"I was working with the Bakutos, we used to set up our fellow gang members into having fights and tht way rose to the top of our so-called "rival" gangs. We did a lot of joint operations. Can you meet me somewhere later today and take me to him? He'll want to see me."

Rally nodded. "How about I meet you here then, about nine? That would give me time to get back to my place, change, and get back here."

"I was working with the Bakutos, we used to set up our fellow gang members into having fights and tht way rose to the top of our so-called "rival" gangs. We did a lot of joint operations. Can you meet me somewhere later today and take me to him? He'll want to see me."

"Hmm...interesting. The Bakuto's, huh? What are you doing right now? In about ten minutes I have some business to take care of if you would like to join me. think of it like a taste of fond memories."

Rally nodded. "How about I meet you here then, about nine? That would give me time to get back to my place, change, and get back here."

"Sounds good, we will have a good time"

Once he responded it seemed Rally had to go,

"I will see you at nine at the front doors, good bye"

He waved as she left, he turned back around to the man at the bar he had been speaking with before(Joel) who was talking to the Asian guy....

"A drink for my friend here!" He gestured towards the emty seat..

"The same as your havin' sir?"

He left... Ivan realized..

"Yes, add it to my tab"

Ivan had scored a date his first night in London, a real hottie too, he shot back the drink and read the card,

Ring me It said in Russian..

He put it in his pocket...

I think im going to like this place..

"Hmm...interesting. The Bakuto's, huh? What are you doing right now? In about ten minutes I have some business to take care of if you would like to join me. think of it like a taste of fond memories."

"I would be delighted," he said getting up and following the /asian out the door leaving his bussiness card behind for the Russian, once he had torn himself away from the girl. The card had the message "ring me" scrawled across it in Russian.

"By the Way," he turned to the Asian, "if you had any doubts about my story..." Joel took out the small silver coin he had in his pocket with Lin's initials on it. All Lin's most trusted associates recieved it and Joel was sure his new friend would understand.

A drink for my friend here!" He gestured towards him to the bartender...

"The same as your havin' sir?"

"Yes, add it to my tab"


OOC: Sorry I left, but my business card is there.

Charlie spun around on the chair "Brownie, how's it going, mate?" He asked with a grin. "Drugs? That stuff turns your mind to mush, but you go ahead. Today was very prosoperous. Tomorrow me and Harold are goin' out to the farm and talk to the Boss. I have something important to discuss with him" Charlie said as he secretly slid the key in his pocket. Though he liked Brown, he learned not to trust too many people. It's what kept him alive all these years.
"Brownie, what have you been up to?" Harold asked.

Alex responded in full, "Good to hear it, Charlie. Harold, it's been crazy. Got into a fight with a police officer on a drug bust. Lost the drugs, but I got his vest and pistol. Then I got into another fight with a Russian drug dealer, who no longer has his money or drugs."

Alex walked out and grabbed a few beers, "Anyone want one?" He popped open one and took a refreshing gulp. Alex was still struggling with whether he should follow his uncle's orders or not. Well, now atleast the tracker they planted on him was on a beaten up Russian drug dealer.

OOC: Sorry I left, but my business card is there.

OOC: I edited my last post so it makes more sence...

Ivan payed his tab then went up to his room where all his luggage was neatly in a line in the middle of the room, he closed the door and locked it behind him. After he got out of the shower he walked in front of the mirror looking at his own muscular body, he glanced at the tattoo on his left fore arm, it looked like the German Iron cross with barbed wire wrapped around it, another tattoo going across his heart said in russian text, 'Mother Russia'.

He layed out a black leather jacket, black pants and a white turtle neck. Out of his suitcase he removed a large shoulder holster, tucked inside it was a gold Deagle, he tossed them both on the bed and started to get dressed.

The finishing touches included a thick gold watch and fat gold bracelet, while watching T.V he strapped on the holster...

I wonder when im going to get off my ass and do somthing...this enviroment is too...relaxed..

He kept looking at his cell phone hoping it would ring...

(OOC: Hehe, Osteia is trying to buy a drink for a business card :P)

Dimitri was still sitting staring down his boss, this had become more than a game, he knew that if he won this game then he stood a chance of getting into some actual action, Dimitris four 10's and one 6 stood proud above his Russian hand, "I raise, 10 kilos." The Boss placed a package of white powder on the table.

Dimitri laughed and placed his cards on the felt, "Four tens." If he failed he it didn't matter, he had recouped enough to claw back a thin profit, The Boss took his time and layed out the Royal Flush, "SH!T!!!!!" Dimitri shouted out, that was it for the night, nobody would risk losing thier cut of the harvest.

Later

Dimitri had passed out on the floor, his suit was getting ruined but he was too drunk to care, he could however hear the phonecall in the next room, "Mr Ivan, I believe I have a use for you."

Kimachi Gambling Den, London
Ryu was in the back room in the basement of the den, twisting in the combo of a lock. "Aro, get over here!" he yelled. The large black Malian walked over to the room and joined Ryu. Aro was an adopted son of one of the Shaolin Dragon Luietenents who spoke fluent japanese.
"What, Ryu?"
"Grab one of these boxes for me." There were three chrome plated boxes, One carrying a Type 89 assault rifle, another had a Saiga 12 shotgun, and the last contained a H&K UMP SMG. They put the guns along with a box with some extra clips and ski masks in the Mitsubishi Eclipse and started heading over to the hotel bar.

Semyon turned to face whoever had screamed at him before. "The fuck wants to know?" But the bar was empty. Story of my life. Or not. He stood up and staggered out from the bar. The way the ground shook, he knew that he had to get home. He stumbled out of the bar and made his way through the lobby. Probably should get a cab home.

(OOC: Hehe, Osteia is trying to buy a drink for a business card :P)

Dimitri was still sitting staring down his boss, this had become more than a game, he knew that if he won this game then he stood a chance of getting into some actual action, Dimitris four 10's and one 6 stood proud above his Russian hand, "I raise, 10 kilos." The Boss placed a package of white powder on the table.

Dimitri laughed and placed his cards on the felt, "Four tens." If he failed he it didn't matter, he had recouped enough to claw back a thin profit, The Boss took his time and layed out the Royal Flush, "SH!T!!!!!" Dimitri shouted out, that was it for the night, nobody would risk losing thier cut of the harvest.

Later

Dimitri had passed out on the floor, his suit was getting ruined but he was too drunk to care, he could however hear the phonecall in the next room, "Mr Ivan, I believe I have a use for you."

Ivan picked up his phone and answeared,

"Yes, this is Ivan.."

"Alright, i can be at the location as soon as possible, uhh..where is it you wanted me to go sir?"

He sat on the bed watching the T.V...

Joel and the Asian man were waiting outside the hotel bar. Joel was usually a patient man, but he was getting unsure about his situation, after all the man had no sign of recognision when he showed him the coin....how could he trust him?

Why are we waiting here he began to question himself...

Then he saw the drunk american man stumble out of the hotel...should he try talking to him again he wondered.

Semyon turned to face whoever had screamed at him before. "The fuck wants to know?" But the bar was empty. Story of my life. Or not. He stood up and staggered out from the bar. The way the ground shook, he knew that he had to get home. He stumbled out of the bar and made his way through the lobby. Probably should get a cab home.

OOC: Ivan will drive him.....that will be a good chance for them to talk..

Joel and the Asian man were waiting outside the hotel bar. Joel was usually a patient man, but he was getting unsure about his situation, after all the man had no sign of recognision when he showed him the coin....how could he trust him?

Why are we waiting here he began to question himself...

Then he saw the drunk russian man stumble out of the hotel...should he try talking to him again he wondered.

OOC: Not Russian. American, with a throat wound.

IC: Semyon noticed that someone was staring at him. "You like what you see?" He slurred.

OOC: Not Russian. American, with a throat wound.

IC: Semyon noticed that someone was staring at him. "You like what you see?" He slurred.

OOC: yep sorry edited

IC: The man spoke something unintelligable..."Who the hell are you?"

Kenji and Joel emerged from the bar just as Ryu and Aro pulled up in the Eclipse. Kenji was still amazed at the sight of the coin while he compared it to his. "Joel, we are stopping by a bookie to see if we can get some info on some lost money belonging to me that was taken when he was robbed. I have an extra mask in the car if you don't mind. And trust me, this will be nothing." Joel seemed to be surprised at the sight of a 6'5" Taureg emerging from the eclipse. "There is a small collection of guns in the back of Ryu's car, pick one out. Just dont take my UMP." Kenji laughed.

Semyon tried to sober up. He realized he was probably drawing too much attention to himself. "Nobody" he grunted. He didn't want to spend the night in the drunk tank. He staggered towards the street and tried to flag down a taxi.

Ivan put on his coat and left the hotel room still on the phone. He reached the lobby waiting for a reply then seen the two men from the bar earlier, and oh, the Asian was there too, he stopped at the front desk,

"Have them bring the car with licence plate number(Insert here-----) to the front doors"

The girl at the desk smiled and replyed,

"yes, mr?"

"Chepelle.."

"1 moment Mr.Chepelle, i will have them bring it around"

Ivan nodded and went outside and seen the man from the bar, he looked drunk and out of it....

Ivan picked up his phone and answeared,

"Yes, this is Ivan.."

"Alright, i can be at the location as soon as possible, uhh..where is it you wanted me to go sir?"

He sat on the bed watching the T.V...

"I need you at Liverpool Street station, A fellow Comrade, I will meet you there." Dimitri was listening intently, if he could do what the boss wanted then he could force his way into where he wanted, and make up for profit lost.

Kenji and Joel emerged from the bar just as Ryu and Aro pulled up in the Eclipse. Kenji was still amazed at the sight of the coin while he compared it to his. "Joel, we are stopping by a bookie to see if we can get some info on some lost money belonging to me that was taken when he was robbed. I have an extra mask in the car if you don't mind. And trust me, this will be nothing." Joel seemed to be surprised at the sight of a 6'5" Taureg emerging from the eclipse. "There is a small collection of guns in the back of Ryu's car, pick one out. Just dont take my UMP." Kenji laughed.

Joel, alarmed by the rate at which he had rejoined the criminal community picked out the Saiga 12 shotgun, firing moving targets was never his strong point so he thought it best to pick a gun that would make this more "convienient".

He sat in the back, Kengii introduced himself and Aro and Ryu. The Eclipse sped through London, down small alleys and back streets til it drove up at a small bookie's...

Semyon looked at the man in the door. Same Russian guy as the one in the intersection. He was sure of it. Semyon walked towards him. "Hey, I know you from um, uh...somewhere..."

Probably not a good idea to mention he saw him at the intersection. Good way to end up dead in a dumpster.

"I need you at Liverpool Street station, A fellow Comrade, I will meet you there." Dimitri was listening intently, if he could do what the boss wanted then he could force his way into where he wanted, and make up for profit lost.

Standing at the front doors Ivan replyed while waiting for his car to pull up,

"I will be there, i am waiting for Valet now commrade"

A black Mercedes Benz S500, all black, blackened windows and many chrome accessories, including Lexani Enfinity 20 inch rims pulled up....

After Ivan hung up the phone he looked at the man who just approached him,

"You must be mistaken friend, i have just arrived here today"

He smiled,

"Are you uhh, ok?"

Ivan was a hardened criminal but was still respectful and polite to others, you got farther in life that way.

Kenji looked at Joel and noticed he seemed uneasy. "What's wrong, Joel?" He asked. Kenji was glad he met Joel since he obviously knew what was up in the Yakuza world. Lin would love to see him again. Wanting to make Joel a bit more comfortable, he started talking to him again while Aro and Ryu checked out some gadgets in their tricked-out car. "You know, Joel. Lin will probably make you a full fledged member of the Clan as soon as he sees you." Kenji said in an upbeat voice.

Kenji looked at Joel and noticed he seemed uneasy. "What's wrong, Joel?" He asked. Kenji was glad he met Joel since he obviously knew what was up in the Yakuza world. Lin would love to see him again. Wanting to make Joel a bit more comfortable, he started talking to him again while Aro and Ryu checked out some gadgets in their tricked-out car. "You know, Joel. Lin will probably make you a full fledged member of the Clan as soon as he sees you." Kenji said in an upbeat voice.

OOC: Joel can follow Kengii for awhile if u want to continue the RP...until I return.

The Russian was on the phone. Probably didn't hear me. Semyon thought it would be wise to disappear now, before he got in too much trouble.

OOC: I replyed, above the last couple of guys...the bottom parts for you in my last post..

Standing at the front doors Ivan replyed while waiting for his car to pull up,

"I will be there, i am waiting for Valet now commrade"

A black Mercedes Benz S500, all black, blackened windows and many chrome accessories, including Lexani Enfinity 20 inch rims pulled up....

After Ivan hung up the phone he looked at the man who just approached him,

"You must be mistaken friend, i have just arrived here today"

He smiled,

"Are you uhh, ok?"

Ivan was a hardened criminal but was still respectful and polite to others, you got farther in life that way.


"Juss...Jus... a little....um I am fine." Semyon stumbled.

This guy looked pretty serious. Getting to know this guy might be profitable.

OOC: Need to go get food. Will be back in about an hour.

Ivan nodded then moved towards his car which the valet was just getting out of,

"Ok, good, good..i will see you later, i noticed you like your drink, perhalps we will have one later either here"

The man seemed like someone Ivan thought he should know for some reason, he jotted down his cell number and handed it to the man...he looked familiar, like he had seen him before some where...

Without saying anymore he got in the Mercedes and sat there waiting for it to warm up..

OOC: Im gonna get this meeting done, Semyon can call my charactor when you get back....or i can switch the order..which ever comes first..

"It is time," Aro said in his low voice.
"Alright," Kenji said as he got up and climbed into the car with joel. "Joel, snatch a mask and pick a gun.
"Thanks," said Joel as he grabbed the Saiga 12 from its case and loaded it.
The two cars drove down towards the bookie joint for the second time that day. Ryu and Aro reported the area was clear of Fuzz so they could move in. The cars parked in an alley near the joint and the four men got out. The bookie was cleaning up the mess Kenji made earlier when the four burst in the front door. A man in a large coat reached into his pocket fopr something but was decked with the butt of Aro's Type 89.
"Who were the men who came in the van earlier?" asked Kenji in his usual calm voice.
"Oh god...Jesus Christ! What the hell is wro..."
The bookie was cut short as Kenji visciously backhanded him in the face.
"Who were they?" Kenji asked again.
"Okay, okay! I think they were the Old Bailey Boys! Just don't kill me! Please!"
Kenji smiled. "I won't kill you..." he said as he raised his UMP at the bookie, who proceeded to dive behind a desk. Kenji unleashed the bullets on the bookies remaining T.V., some file cabinets, and a CD rack filled with what looked like important records of the bookie's dealings. After Aro bashed the coat-clad man in the stomach again, they left to their cars and drove off to the Kimachi Gambling Den.

OOC: What is going on? I leave to go eat and now I'm confused.

"OOC: What is going on? I leave to go eat and now I'm confused."

^I can say that the Yakuza guy (Kenji) busted into the bookie joint again and got some info on the whereabouts of his money. I can't say much on the other guys, though.

OOC: What is going on? I leave to go eat and now I'm confused.

OOC: Ivan is getting ready to meet another guy from the Russian mob, for a job...then he gotta meet Rally to goto the club..

Feng was in the bathroom of the bookie's joint. He wasn't taking a piss. Instead, he was conducting a drug deal with a junkie who was nastier than the bathroom the two of them were currently standing in. And that was hard to do.
Feng went into his coat pocket, taking out a bag of heroin. A pure, high-quality specimen from Myanmar. It was amazing how that place could be so oppressive with one hand and couldn't even keep heroin growth in check with the other. Of course, the stuff was spiked with all kinds of shit; sugar, talcum powder, and who knew what else. The junkie went in his coat pocket, producing a wad of crumpled-up pounds, all lined with white dust. The two of them exchanged the items.
Almost immediately, the junkie went for his lighter and a spoon.
"You do dat at home," Feng said, "I don' wan' see dat shit."
"Fine, fine," the junkie said, replacing the items in his jacket and walking out of the bathroom. Feng heard him mutter, "Damn chink," under his breath. For that little slur, Feng grabbed him, spun him around, and punched him in the face.
"Damn cracka!" he shouted in the junkie's ear as loud as possible.
Feng walked out of the bathroom to see an Eclipse speeding away, along with his friend Wan Long doubled over, as if somebody had hit him in the stomach.
"What the hell happened?" Feng said in Mandarin to Long.
"Some Yakuza fools came in. I chose the worst moment in history to reach for a pack of gum," Long replied in his normal, sarcastic tone.
"What da Yakuza heah fo'?" Feng said in his broken English to the bookie in an accusatory tone.
"Sorry, Feng," the bookie said, "I swear I'm not involv..."
He was silenced by three shots, two from Long's Zastava M57, one from Feng's Baghira.
"You can't trust anybody now. It's ridiculous," Long said in Mandarin.
"I know, right?" Feng replied, picking the bookie's phone's receiver off of its cradle. He'd have to call the boss about this, and he wouldn't like it one bit...

The two cars parked in a fenced in back alley behind the Den. Kenji, Joel, Ryu and Aro walked into the den where they saw some people playing Pai Gow Poker and Mahjong in the reddish lighted room. They walked into the White air-conditioned back room and put back their guns in the safe. Aro turned on the T.V. and stared in shock at the sight he saw. The Bobbies were on the news reporting on a murder at the bookie joint they hit. The reporter said it was believed to be an gang related incident and that further info would be in soon. "Fuck..." Kenji Muttered."I hope I didn't kill that bastard..."
"Impossible," said Joel."We would have heard a scream or something."
"You're right." Kenji said as he took out a directory and looked up his contact in Manchester to look for a new gun to buy.

Semyon managed to catch a cab back to his flat. After puking into the toilet for a healthy amount of time and sleeping for a couple hours he came to again. He looked at the cell phone number. He remembered the clothes, the car, the intersection. It all came back quickly.

He reached for his phone.

"This is Semyon. We met earlier today, I believe. I apologize as I can only vaguely remember the details of our meeting. I was wondering, are you free for a drink sometime?"

Semyon managed to catch a cab back to his flat. After puking into the toilet for a healthy amount of time and sleeping for a couple hours he came to again. He looked at the cell phone number. He remembered the clothes, the car, the intersection. It all came back quickly.

He reached for his phone.

"This is Semyon. We met earlier today, I believe. I apologize as I can only vaguely remember the details of our meeting. I was wondering, are you free for a drink sometime?"

Ivan answeared his phone while driving down the street, he looked at his watch when the man now known as Semyon asked him if he was free at any point in time,

"I am free now, later i must attend a buisness meeting..where are you? i will swing by and pick you up now"

He said into the phone, he slowed down and pulled in beside the sidewalk leaving the engine idle...

"I can meet you at the Piccadilly tube station. My schedule is pretty open. Or drop me a line at this number if you ever find yourself in or around Soho."

"I can meet you at the Piccadilly tube station. My schedule is pretty open. Or drop me a line at this number if you ever find yourself in or around Soho."

Ivan replyed,

"I will be there in 10 minutes my friend, you know what my car looks like"

He hung up the phone and pulled back on the road while turning up his techno music, the car pounded as he drove down the streets towards the Piccadilly Tube station to pick up Semyon. The weather was becomming more dreary as the day passed, raindrops covered Ivan's windows causing him to turn on his windsheild wipers, he drove along going 70 and lit a cigerette.

About 15 minutes later Ivan pulled the Mercedes off the road beside the Tube station and called Semyon,

"This is Ivan, i am beside the station.."

He puffed on his smoke and awaited a reply on the other end...

Kenji was in a little bit better of a mood now that he had a new Daewoo K-2 assault rifle. Joel and Ryu were playing poker while Aro sat in his usual silent state. Kenji decided that it night be a good idea to swing by chinatown and check out some laundry joints that the Yakuza had down in that area. The Four men got into the Mitsubishi Spyder and drove into town. each of them was strapped, of course; Kenji with his UMP, Aro with his Type 89, Joel with a Saiga 12, and Ryu with an Uzi. As they entered chinatown, they saw that they were in triad territory. Kenji hoped they wouldnt get any trouble from the thugs in that area.

Semyon emerged from the station. He had put on clean clothes: he was wearing faded jeans and a designer shirt, which was under a large dark coat. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his facial hair hid a myriad of scars. If one looked closely, he would notice a small purple bruise on his throat. His most distinguishing feature to Ivan was that he had a cell phone to his ear.

"I have just come out of the station. Wait, I see you." He walked towards the car.

Semyon emerged from the station. He had put on clean clothes: he was wearing faded jeans and a designer shirt, which was under a large dark coat. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his facial hair hid a myriad of scars. If one looked closely, he would notice a small purple bruise on his throat. His most distinguishing feature to Ivan was that he had a cell phone to his ear.

"I have just come out of the station. Wait, I see you." He walked towards the car.

Ivan pushed a button on his keys that opened the passengers door after he clicked his phone shut..

"Hello Commrade, hop in"

Ivan turned down his music and waited for the man to get in the car...

Mikey stood in the corner of the room of the dingy apartment that served as the Old Bailey's hideout. He had one eye on the same TV that Charlie was watching, listening to the bobby's incompetence. His other eye was on a full-length mirror on the wall. In it was his reflection: a tall, thin man, covered in sinewy muscle, scars, and bruises. He stood, right foot forward, and kept his hands up, covering his face. After a few seconds of bobbing and weaving, Mikey would snap out a combination of jabs, crosses, hooks, knees, and sweeps, then put his guard up again, shuffling his feet.

The room was mostly silent, except for the television and Mikey's shadowboxing. He looked at a clock on the wall and decided to shadowbox for another round, then quit.

Chapter 2: The Farm

"Oi, Mickey! I'm tryin' to watch the telly" Charlie said, putting down the flask. Mickey was a good fighter but it wasn't the time for training. Charlie rubbed his scruffed face and walked over to the window. It was dark out now.
"Alright, mate Let's go see the boss" Charlie said and put his coat back on.

Even though he'd work for the Boss for ten years, Charlie still had some fears. The Boss wasn't one to fool around with, he was strictly business and brutal at it. However, Charlie was on his good side and is one of the more trusted of his inner circle.

Ivan pushed a button on his keys that opened the passengers door after he clicked his phone shut..

"Hello Commrade, hop in"

Ivan turned down his music and waited for the man to get in the car...

Semyon got in. "First of all, let me apologize for anything I may have said." He said, facing the Russian, looking sincere. "By the way, I like your taste in music."

they arrived in the safehouse above the laundromat and parked the car in a garage out back. They walked in and saw some classy dressed Yakuza overseers watching and guarding the operation. It was here that the Yakuza ran their counterfieting business. It was also a key frontline base in Triad territory. The reason they were here was to talk to Lin, the head of the Shaolin Dragon Clan. They walked into the basement of the laundromat and approached a door with two men holding Five-seven pistols. Kenji flashed his silver coin and they stepped aside for the group of four. Inside was a large, surprisingly plush room with a 52 inch plasma T.V. and a wall lined with oriental torches. Lin was sitting in his chair watching the news as two guards, one with a Mac-10 and one with a Tec-9 sat at a table playing poker.
"Lin," Kenji said in a soft voice. "I have a surprise for you."
Lin turned around and immediately lit up woth joy. "Joel!' He exclaimed.

Mikey shrugged, and threw one last roundhouse, one that would knock near anyone to the floor. He picked up the towel he'd hung from the mirror, and wiped off his face and torso, then put on a wifebeater and his trenchcoat, and walked into the hall, casually walking to the car.

Semyon got in. "First of all, let me apologize for anything I may have said." He said, facing the Russian, looking sincere. "By the way, I like your taste in music."

Ivan nodded then pulled the car into the street,

"It is fine, but first..let us get somthing out of the way"

He paused then spoke again..

"Have we met before? in Prauge? Ukraine? Moscow? Germany?" He asked not taking his eyes off the road...

"Because i know i have seen you before.."

"I think i know of you my friend.."

OOC: We can say our charactors could have been in the same room during a deal of somthing...a bit ago in one of those places..

Kenji decided to leave the two buddies to themselves and announced he must leave for business that needed to be done. He took Ryu and Aro and got in the car. First, he had to head back to the Den. Then, he had some hunting to do. Those Baileys were going to pay their dues before the night was up. They got into the Spyder and drove back to the Den.

It was cold out now and damp. An old Fiat 128 sat in the yard. It was green and worn out, but a sturdy car.
"Don't laugh at it, she's a reliable lass" Charlie said as they opened the car doors, it was colder inside the car than outside. The engine started up and they began to drive out onto the road. Sleak new cars zoomed past it.

Ivan nodded then pulled the car into the street,

"It is fine, but first..let us get somthing out of the way"

He paused then spoke again..

"Have we met before? in Prauge? Ukraine? Moscow? Germany?" He asked not taking his eyes off the road...

"Because i know i have seen you before.."

"I think i know of you my friend.."

OOC: We can say our charactors could have been in the same room during a deal of somthing...a bit ago in one of those places..

"I, uh, briefly painted houses in Prague for some Americans, and I helped arrange some business in Kiev for the Friends. You were in arms, weren't you?"

"I, uh, briefly painted houses in Prague for some Americans, and I helped arrange some business in Kiev for the Friends. You were in arms, weren't you?"

Ivan nodded then looked over at Semyon,

"Ahh! Kiev! yes, i was there one of the times a group of gentleman made a deal for..what was it.. 2 gunships..2 APC's, 8,000 Ak's, 2000 grenades yes?"

He grinned suprized that he remembered the deal...

"You are still in this line of work?" He asked turning into another lane...

He accelerated and cut off another car..

**Honk!**

"Fuck off.." he wisped..

"We goto this quiet spot i seen earlier to have drink yes? spot by intersection where i almost had accident today.."

The three Yakuza geared up at the den, Kenji wearing Kevlar with a Glock 22 holstered at his hip, Ryu wearing a blacktrenchcoat with a Five-Seven on his hip and a Mac-10 under his coat, and Aro wearing Kevlar with his Type 89under a large Northface raincoat. Kenji was driving, his seat reserved by the UMP laying on the floor by the pedals each of them donned a black ski mask with Kenji's having a red stripe go down the middle of his, a sign amongst Yakuza of rank. they got in the Spyder and drove off in the rain, on the lookout for some Bailey boys to get some info from.

"The Yakuza? Danny mentioned the Yakuza?" An Ruibao, Feng's boss, said on the other side of the phone.
"Yeah, boss," Feng replied, while Long cleaned up the murder scene, "Apparently some Yakuza came in, hit Long in the stomach twice, then just went off. I'm not too clear on the details."
"So you just shot him?" Mr. An, as he was always referred to, replied.
"I thought that was what you wanted us to do with guys who ran with the Japanese," Feng replied.
"I know, I know, just clean it up and get your facts straight before you blast, in the future," Mr. An said, "Oh, and by the way, drop by the club on your way home. Ding hasn't been paying his dues."
"Got it," Feng said, slamming the receiver down on its cradle, "Hurry up, Long, I don't have time for salat."
"I resent that," the Hui (Muslim Chinese) replied, pulling the second 7.62x25mm slug he had fired into Danny out of the late bookie's chest. Throwing the casings and slugs into a lunchbox sitting on the bookie's desk, Long walked out of the joint. Feng followed, unlocking his GTO. The two of them got in, Feng popping NWA's "Straight Outta Compton" into the CD player he had installed on the old car. "Fuck Tha Police" was soon blaring out of the GTO's killer sound system as Feng drove back towards Chinatown. Ding, a guy who ran some club where Russians were always hanging out, had a serious gambling problem, and was probably the only person who owed money to every single crime syndicate in all of fucking London. However, he never showed up at his club until around nine, so there was no reason to head over there right now.
The GTO stopped at a red light. There was a Mitsubishi Spyder in front of them, with four heavily armed Yakuza in it.
"Shit!" Long said, "Yo, Feng, those are the guys! Those the fucking Riben-ren who came in Danny's shop! Yo, let's take 'em!"
"What the fuck are you, crazy?" Feng replied, "Those guys will fuck us up. Bad. Just keep a picture of them in your head, and we'll fuck them up later. In the meantime, Feng needs to go back to his apartment and take a nap."
"Pussy," Long muttered. Feng ignored it. There was a line between being not pussy and being stupid.
Long lived in the same tenement as him, so Feng simply parked his car and walked into his first-floor apartment, while Long walked up the stairs. Feng laid down on the couch and set his alarm for 20:30, so he could go shake up Ding...

Mikey patted the dashboard. "Poor girl, she's older than I am. Still, it's better than most of these damn rice burners," he said, waving his hand at the traffic. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned to Charlie.

"...did you just call me Mickey, by the way?", Mikey asked, grinning slightly.

Ivan nodded then looked over at Semyon,

"Ahh! Kiev! yes, i was there one of the times a group of gentleman made a deal for..what was it.. 2 gunships..2 APC's, 8,000 Ak's, 2000 grenades yes?"

He grinned suprized that he remembered the deal...

"You are still in this line of work?" He asked turning into another lane...

He accelerated and cut off another car..

**Honk!**

"Fuck off.." he wisped..

"We goto this quiet spot i seen earlier to have drink yes? spot by intersection where i almost had accident today.."

"Always up for a drink..." he reminisced back to his stint in eastern Europe.

"I've since diversified. I've met some gentlemen in the Golden Crescent, and I did some work in Chicago, and I met some rather interesting Argentinians who have a penchant for heavy arms. I met my most interesting clients doing time in San Quentin. Some guys from Baja California. Absolutely crazy, but loaded."

Aro peered out of the window and saw a Benz fly by them. Kenji also saw them and decided to follow the car, since they were obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. Maybe it was the Bailey's, and if not, they could still hit up the club later if they had no luck tonight. The clubs, being something the Yakuza adored for the gambling, was a hangout that usually brought in all kinds of guys, possibly even bailey boys. They began following the Benz and kept an eye out for any other targets on the way.

Mikey patted the dashboard. "Poor girl, she's older than I am. Still, it's better than most of these damn rice burners," he said, waving his hand at the traffic. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned to Charlie.

"...did you just call me Mickey, by the way?", Mikey asked, grinning slightly.

OOC: Sorry, that was a typo

"Always up for a drink..." he reminisced back to his stint in eastern Europe.

"I've since diversified. I've met some gentlemen in the Golden Crescent, and I did some work in Chicago, and I met some rather interesting Argentinians who have a penchant for heavy arms. I met my most interesting clients doing time in San Quentin. Some guys from Baja California. Absolutely crazy, but loaded."

"I am not familiar with America, i will go to this Baja California some day.."

"My friend there are certian items i need, involving drugs and some arms..can you help me?"

Ivan glanced over at him then looked in his rear veiw...

"We have a tail.."

He drove slowly for a second then pulled in front of another car to see what the vehicle behind them would do, sure enough they followed,

"Hold on.."

Ivan shifted up and the car picked up speed quickly, he weaved in the other lane into on comming traffic then back into his own lane turning down a side street, he power slid around the corner and sped up once more.....

"Nothing but trouble, ever sence i arrive in this damn country.."

"we still get a drink yes?"

OOC: Sorry, that was a typo

OOC: Don't be sorry about it OOC, just joke about it IC, man...

Semyon reached deep into his pocket. "Forgive me. After my prison time, I've been much more careful." he said as he took out the enormous revolver and loaded shells into the chamber. He then placed it back into his pocket, and then removed a small .25 ACP from his boot and then loaded a clip into it. "I was ambushed once, and I never want to be ambushed again. But of course, I am still up for a drink." He placed the pistol back into his boot. "I'm still in business. What sort of help do you need?"

"Fuck," Kenji muttered as the Benz sped ahead of them. "Aro, go out the sunroof and try to get a shot when i pull close!" Aro went out the sunroof and propped the gun up on the roof of the speeding car. Kenji sped up as close as he could get to the Benz and tried to distinguish the driver.
"I am taking it now." Aro said. Then Kenji saw it. It wasn't a fucking Bailey. It was the Russian!
"No Aro! Don't shoot him, he's a Russian!" yelled Kenji. as he pulled back a bit and honked his horn trying to signal he was friendly. If the Russian could stop, maybe he could find out what clubs the Baileys hang at.

Semyon reached deep into his pocket. "Forgive me. After my prison time, I've been much more careful." he said as he took out the enormous revolver and loaded shells into the chamber. He then placed it back into his pocket, and then removed a small .25 ACP from his boot and then loaded a clip into it. "I was ambushed once, and I never want to be ambushed again. But of course, I am still up for a drink." He placed the pistol back into his boot. "I'm still in business. What sort of help do you need?"

Ivan looked in the mirror, it seemed he had lost the tail for now..

"I have been ambush many times, my line of work isn't pleasent..but big money in it.."

He put on the cruise control on a straight street and pulled the gold Deagle out from under his arm and cocked it, once he placed in back he took the wheel once more,

"I need two Kg's of Cocaine and several MP9's..can you get?..i am new to this city and wish to show good will to my commrades in this country by putting alittle into the buisness.."

He kept glancing in the rear veiw then the car re-appeared,

"Fuck, it is those Asian's again..im pulling over.."

Ivan pulled the car to the side of the road, he took the Deagle out of it's holster and set it on his lap quickly pulling his leather coat over it...

"See what they want, this is the third time i have seen them today.."

"I just got back from Cali. I took back a sampler pack, so I can give you the coke immediately. But personally I think coke has become a little passé" he said, looking through the mirror. "The whole uppers business is going down, so much media bias against it, especially in the States. The perpetual state of war that is the Middle East has left heroin untouched, however. Plus, a lot of animal tranqs have been going missing. Some say Vitamin K could be the new speed. The DEA is a sick joke, and my friends in Cali have been working with designer drugs. I've got some MDMAs, heroin, mescaline, and some designer shit, if your interested. The guns, well, we'll talk when I get back."

Semyon stepped out of the car and approached the car with both hands visibly at his side. He approached the Asians. "Can I help you?" he said tapping on the window.

The Spyder pulled up to the Russian and rolled down its window.
"Hello!" Kenji yelled through the rain. "Sorry to bother you again, but i need information. I figure you are in the club business, yes? Well I need to know where the Baileys hang out at to get my money back. If you help me, I will give you a cut of it for your services."

The Spyder pulled up to the Russian and rolled down its window.
"Hello!" Kenji yelled through the rain. "Sorry to bother you again, but i need information. I figure you are in the club business, yes? Well I need to know where the Baileys hang out at to get my money back. If you help me, I will give you a cut of it for your services."

Ivan usually didn't deal with the Yakuza, he powered down his window listening to them and replyed,

"I have worked in nightclubs yes, but i know nothing of these Baileys you speak of my friend..i am interested to know what all this..fuss..is about? but i am pretty sure you are not going to tell me yes?"

He looked over at Semyon who tapped on their window,

Funny guy, i like him thought Ivan with a grin..

Kenji sighed. Hopefully further description would help the russian realize who they were. "The Baileys are the bastards who almost crashed into you today at the intersection. They took my money from the bookie who is now dead because of the baileys or the triads. They are a lowly band of White Chapel thugs who deal in drugs and robberies." Kenji paused and turned to see the other man tapping on Aro's window."I would advise your friend to stop bothering Aro," chuckled Kenji,"He has a...how should i say it...short temper."

Semyon took the hint and stopped tapping on the window. "I'll keep an eye out for them." Semyon said simply as he returned to the car.

"Thank you for your help." Kenji said as he scribbled down his cell phone number."I believe the Russians and Yakuza can get along better in the future. I hope to see you two again soon. A drink on a later date, perhaps?" said Kenji as he handed them the number.

Kenji sighed. Hopefully further description would help the russian realize who they were. "The Baileys are the bastards who almost crashed into you today at the intersection. They took my money from the bookie who is now dead because of the baileys or the triads. They are a lowly band of White Chapel thugs who deal in drugs and robberies." Kenji paused and turned to see the other man tapping on Aro's window."I would advise your friend to stop bothering Aro," chuckled Kenji,"He has a...how should i say it...short temper."

Ivan nodded,

"Ahh, i seek them too, we have a little score to settle...me and these Bailey's.."

He sat there and thought for a moment, then spoke when they mentioned Semyon,

"Ahh..he is my buddy, with me, and i would advise your friend to leave him alone...but back to subject now.."

Ivan scratched the side of his face deep in thought then replyed,

"Maybe we can help eachother, take my number friend and i will take yours..if i see them i will call, if you see them..you call..i will come settle my score"

He took a pen out of the glove compartment and jotted his number down on a book of matches handing it to them through the window,

"Sound good yes?"

"And i will take you up on this drink"

Ivan looked over as Semyon got back in the Mercedes....

Kenji smiled. "Indeed, my Russian friend." he replied as he took the phone number. "I'll see you later. And trust me. I will look for those Bailey Fucks. You can count on that."

Kenji smiled. "Indeed, my Russian friend." he replied as he took the phone number. "I'll see you later. And trust me. I will look for those Bailey Fucks. You can count on that."

Ivan nodded,

"Good evening" then powered up the window...

"Ahh ha, looks as if i will find those bastards who almost crash my car...it is not good when Yakuza look for you..."

He glanced over at Semyon,

"Try and find those things for me friend, good money in it"

He pulled back into the road and started driving again....

I know there is more too this than what they told me, no one goes crazy over a bookie.. he thought..

Rally left the bar after her conversation with the Russian, taking one of the cabs back to her flat, a small one room affair in the downtown area of London. She would most likely end up back at the hotel after the night of clubbing, and wanted to keep her car close by in case she needed to make a quick get away.

What the hell are you doing girl? she asked herself as she stepped out of the shower, splashing a handfull of cold water on her face. Her blinds were drawn closed, and she stood in front of the mirror nude, air drying in her cool apartment. Her clothes were laid out on her bed, sitting next to them was her purse. It was small, nothing fancy, only slightly large enough to carry a roll of twenty, fifty, and one hundred note Euros and her CZ 75. The handgun, however, was still in the glove box of her car. However, she reached into a dresser, and removed her back up, a Tauros Snub nose .357, which she slid into the purse.

When dry, she pulled on her selected outfit. Like her, it was flashy, yet somehow conservative at the same time. A black miniskirt stopped just inches from the tops of her knees, her modesty protected by a matching black thong underneath. She pulled on another ultra short sleaved pink shirt, this one had a faded Union Jack on the front, and over that she tugged on a worn, brown leather jacket that stopped around her mid drift, the neck and cuffs lined with worn fleece, imitating an old bomber jacket. Her shoes were black stilletoes, with straps running up her thighs.

She checked herself in the mirror, more makeup on now than last time. Green eyeshaddow matched her eyes, and her lips were now tinted a dark red with a hint of glitter. A touch of blush rounded out the look as she tied her hair up. She grabbed her purse, deposited the keys into her safe box, and made her way down to the street. It didn't take much to grab a cab, and was soon back at the hotel, sitting in the bar as the clock clicked past 8:45.

Ivan looked at his watch all of a sudden,

"Holy shit! commrade i must go..i will drop you off at the station, i have to meet some one important yes?..we will get the drinks tomorrow"

He quickly drove down the street towards the Tube station where he had picked Semyon up. During the drive they talked about afew random things, Ivan pulled next to the curb,

"I will call you tomorrow my friend, good evening and take care"

Once they had went their ways Ivan floored it back to the hotel trying to avoid main roads so the cops wouldn't pull him over, that was all he needed. The Mercedes came to a slow stop in front of the main doors spraying some Gucci calonge on, his watch read 9:58, quickly he hopped out and told Valet,

"I will be right back, do not take my car"

"Alrighty sir!" he replyed stepping back..

Ivan rushed into the lobby and looked around almost in a panic, then he spotted her looking quite good, after clearing his throat he slowly made his way over and smiled,

"Hello Miss Brown, your looking splendid tonight"

Tonight was going to be a blast, Ivan was looking foward to it all day sence he had invited her out. Earlier he had called ahead and informed the owner, a Russian mafia figure he would be comming.

Semyon walked from the station to a nearby payphone. This will give me time to arrange things. "Hey, you know who this is. This phone is clean. Listen, I need that number for those guys we fenced the cheesecake to."

Several months ago, Semyon personally assisted a disgruntled Steyr Mannlicher employee walk out with blueprints for the latest series of automatic weapons. This, combined with the fact that a truck carrying stripped gun parts somehow went from Virginia to The middle of a Mexican desert without the gun parts enabled Semyon and his California connections to virtually underwrite a small arms industry, and they did with no hesitation, all across the world. The beauty of this day and age was that there was so much hatred. Wherever there was simply the will to kill and a population who could not buy a pair of shoes with the money they make in a month, there was a gun factory. Children would file the individual pieces by hand if they lacked the appropriate machine tools. Do just as good as a drill press, only need more maintenance Semyon thought. A man speaking heavily accented French answered the phone.

"Fabrique d' Armas Nationales de République..."

"Je suis Semyon."

"Semyon?" The man's voice quivered.

"J'ai besoin un faveur."

"Gran o petit?"

"Petit. ¿Rendezvous a Heathrow bientôt? Je paye l'argent American."

"Bon..."

Semyon conversed with the man for half an hour. He then returned to his flat where he again checked his guns. He took the TMP from under his mattress. He looked at his watch and then sat in front of the TV, setting the alarm clock for 3:00 am. He called Ivan, sleepily not caring if he got Ivan or his voicemail. "This is Semyon. We should meet again tomorrow. Call me in the afternoon." He contemplated the upcoming business transactions as he slowly fell asleep.

Rally glanced at a wall clock as 8:50 clicked by. She sighed quietly, almost expecting the Russian to stand her up. It wouldn't be horrible, she could still take the car, kick of the shoes, and maybe see if the Brits had figured out street racing yet, or find some real work, something akin to what her talents would serve.

She took another sip from her drink, still just tonic and lime, and glanced up again. As her eyes searched for the clock, she heard the heavily accented Russian voice.

Hello Miss Brown, your looking splendid tonight.

Rally turned slowly in her seat, eyeing the Russian. She could tell by the clothes he really did have cash, and the accent told her he wasn't just a buisness man or tourist. She pulled her purse off the bar, tucking it back under her arm.

"As do you Mr. Chepelle," she responded with a soft smile.

Lin turned around and immediately lit up woth joy. "Joel!' He exclaimed.

Lin and Joel were left alone, Kengii and the others went off to sort out some other business. Joel asked Lin of the bookie and the other days events. Lin explained:

"That bookie was partially responsible for some of our money being taken...he needed to be sorted. I completly rely on Kengii for these things, he has never failed me since I took him in, I suspect he shall rise in the ranks fast."

"Which gang took your money?" Joel asked.

"Ahh of course you've been away. Kengii tells me it was the Old Baileys, a London gang. Unsopisticated bunch."

"That makes sense. The bookie mentioned them, after Kengii's persuasion."

"Hmmm.." Lin chuckled, "Kengii's strong point yes."

"What you gonna do bout these thugs?" Joel was always one for getting straight to the point.

"Well, I've given the job to Kengii to sort out. And to keep me informed, I want to see how he handles this particular situation."

The conversation went on in this vein, what each had been up to for the last few years etc. Joel glanced down at his phone He'll ring me when he's realised how interesting this is gonna get.

Rally glanced at a wall clock as 8:50 clicked by. She sighed quietly, almost expecting the Russian to stand her up. It wouldn't be horrible, she could still take the car, kick of the shoes, and maybe see if the Brits had figured out street racing yet, or find some real work, something akin to what her talents would serve.

She took another sip from her drink, still just tonic and lime, and glanced up again. As her eyes searched for the clock, she heard the heavily accented Russian voice.

Hello Miss Brown, your looking splendid tonight.

Rally turned slowly in her seat, eyeing the Russian. She could tell by the clothes he really did have cash, and the accent told her he wasn't just a buisness man or tourist. She pulled her purse off the bar, tucking it back under her arm.

"As do you Mr. Chepelle," she responded with a soft smile.

Ivan smiled then gestured towards the door. Once outside the Mercedes sat there sparking and shimmering in the lights,

"Mercedes on" Ivan said into a small attachment on the key chain..

The car came to life,

"I got it fully loaded" He grinned while opening her door...

Ivans cell phone beeped telling him he had a message in his voice mail, while moving to the other side of the vehicle he cheaked it...it was a message from Semyon telling him they had to call him tomorrow, in the afternoon..

He hopped in the car and turned to Rally..

"What do you think?"

The interrior was all leather, a dvd screen was in the front, screens in the back seat head rests, all chrome components...

"I just bought the new 20 inch Lexani Enfinitys on it now...before i drove Austin Martin, a friend of mine owns four Bentleys and one rolls..."

"Some day i will buy Bentley..." He smiled..

Rally nodded at the Benz, more or less impressed. The money for it was definately there, but to her, the wheels, TVs, chrome, all of them were just toys. Heavy toys that would slow the car down. But everyone had their own priorities. Her's came in the shape of two Garrett GT turbos under the hood of her own Aston.

"It's nice," she said, pulling her seat belt across her lap. "So, where are we goin?"

Rally nodded at the Benz, more or less impressed. The money for it was definately there, but to her, the wheels, TVs, chrome, all of them were just toys. Heavy toys that would slow the car down. But everyone had their own priorities. Her's came in the shape of two Garrett GT turbos under the hood of her own Aston.

"It's nice," she said, pulling her seat belt across her lap. "So, where are we goin?"

He smiled,

"To this club, Ice..i am an assosiate of the owner, works with people from my company"

Ivan pulled out on the street and drove along casual while powering down his window to have a smoke,

"I hope you will like it, i intend to have fun"

Ivan dialed the number he was given to make contact with his new boss,

**It rang...and rang...and rang..*

"This is Ivan, call me back when you get this...i am just waiting on conformation for our meeting"

He said in Russian then clicked the phone shut,

"Buisness sorry.."

After an hour of talking on matters of bussiness and the world. Lin decided that a proper celebration was in order. After all it had been many years since there last meeting. Lin proposed they go into town.

"To a club of mine," he suggested.
"A club?" Joel questioned, "Didn't know clubbing was your thing..."
"It's not," he reassured Joel as he loaded a small handgun, "But hmm...shall we say asserting my influence is? You still have the Saiga 12 yes?"
"I don't think it's the kind of thing I should take into town-" Joel was growing uneasy, this was all going a bit fast.

They left, in a black Lexus, towards the West end. And Chinatown. This had better have nothing to do with any Triads- the car suddenly swerved, and sped up down a back street.

"Whats going on!" Lin yelled at his driver. Lin was one for unannouced plans.

"Sir," A nervous Japanese voice said. "I think we were being followed."
"Don't be ridiculous, carry on" Lin sounded every bit the leader in control. But Joel could see that Lin was a little discomforted; to say the least...

As the three moved on down the road after the meeting with the Russian and the other man, Kenji wondered where the Old Balieys could be. Ryu suggested that if they were to chick out the ckubs they should swing back to the Kimachi Gambling Den and pick up some better concealable heat for themselves. They arrived at the den ten minutes later and picked up four more guns. Kenji grabbed a Makarov Pistol, Aro took his Glock 22, and Ryu took his Glock 29. They climbed into the Spyder again and drove off to the club area, hoping to catch some unsuspecting Baileys. Their heavier, bigger guns were in the back seat with Aro should they be needed.

The driver continued on, going slightly fast than before, and taking some unusaul roots across the city.


"Is this root longer?" Joel inquired of the driver.
"Erm yes...but nessecary." He said nervously.
Lin let out a long sigh. "This is ridiculous! Why should we be afraid of going out in the city we practically run!" He took out his Samsung, the most recent model (he had ties in the company).

"I'm gonna ring Kengii...."

Kenji was stopped at a stoplight when his cell rang. He peered down to see it was Lin. "Let's see what he wants," Kenji mumbled as he opened up the phone. "Lin," Kenji said, "What is your situation at the moment?"

Lin barely had to wait a moment before the response:

"Kengii, I got a nervy driver here thinking we're are being followed. This situation has got out of control with the Triads, I mean how the fuck did they get to my driver? We need this sorted out. Did you find anymore on the Old Bailey?"

"I have found out that we arent the only one's searching for them. A Russian friend of mine is as well." Then Kenji decided to see where his cousin was so he could link up,"Lin, where are you? I am in chinatown at the moment and could probably join you two in a matter of moments."

Lin wondered for a moment "I'll meet you at the club Ice, they'll be someone there of interest, always is. Be there as quickly as possible." He hung up.
"To Ice, driver" Lin ordered.

Joel rose his eyebrow at Lin. "What now?"

Lin smiled conspiritorially "We, my friend, are going to Ice." Joel showed no signs of recognision. "Let me put it this way, it's run by Russians and infested with Triads, and The Old Bailey's will have some sort of represenation. I hope Kengi brings some troops, and serious firepower."

Joel couldn't help but smile as he lit another smoke.

Feng's car stopped at Ding's club. The line to get into the place and through security was out the door. Russians and Triad people pooled outside. Ding was known in the Triads for doing business with the Russians, essentially to the point where he worked for them; it wasn't something Mr. An or anybody particularly liked, but was tolerated nonetheless. The Russians were, while not particularly friendly to Mr. An's outfit, weren't particularly hostile either.
Feng parked his car in front of a Vietnamese restaraunt called "Phở 11." He hopped out, placing his two Baghiras in his coat pockets. When he got in the club, Security would wave him by, like they did with most of the Russians and Mr. An's men. Ding would have it differently, but the security was either in Mr. An's pocket or the Russians' pocket.
Feng got into the security line, pulling the brim of his Guangdong Tigers hat over his face. Hopefully, he wouldn't run into too much trouble...

Feng's car stopped at Ding's club.

OOC: If this is, as i suspect, along the same vein as the Japanese and Russians, they have gone to a club called Ice. ;)

"Right, Ice it is." Kenji said. "I will see you momentarily," he said as he hung up the phone.
"If we're going to Ice, call up Minh and his guys at Kimachi. Tell them to go to the Heater Box and get some K's and 9's." By the Heater Box he referred to a small garage behind Kimachi where numerous weapons were stored.
"Good thinking," Kenji said as he hit Minh on speeddial.
"Kimachi Pawn Shop, how may I help you?" a voice on the other side answered.
"Minh, it's Kenji."
"Oh, Kenji I didn't recognise your voice for a second."
"Yeah, Yeah," Kenji chickled,"Listen Minh, grab a grip of men and head out to Ice. Stop by the Box first and suit up. Some Triads are looking for trouble."
"I am delighted to," Minh said with a Sadistic hint in his voice.
"Hurry up." said Kenji as he hung up the phone.
Back at Kimachi, Minh grouped up ten men and headed to the garage. They took two black Honda Civics and headed to the Box and got some big guns.(K's and Machine Pistols.). The Civics headed towards the club area to meet up with the other Yakuza.

"Where should I drop you?" The driver inquired, all too eager to get rid of his dangerous pasengers.

"Right outside the club," Lin said bodly. The black Lexus rolled in audaciously infront of the club. They didn't get out immediatly, waiting for Kengii and the other Yakuza back-up. Joel stubbed out his cigerette in the pristine ash-tray.

Lin handed him a bullet-proof vest. Surprised by this precausion Joel was nevertheless pleased to put it on. "You got any Berettas?" he asked.

"Hahah as always, only the best." Chuckling, Lin handed Joel two.

"I would say just like the old days, but its nothing like it..." he trailed off as he saw Kengii and two black Hondas drive up behind them..

"Come on!" Kenji yelled to Minh and his guys as he cocked his Makarov and stuffed it in the holster on his hip. He grabbed his UMP from the floor and some extra mags which he placed on the holsters on his Kevlar vest. The Trenchcoat wearing Yakuza's readied their weapons and moved up to Lin and Joel.
"Well Kenji, you seem to be prepared." Lin chickled as he saw the crew walk up with Ryu and Aro on either flank of Kenji.
"Yes indeed," Kenji laughed. "Are you ready?"

"Listen up!" Kenji shouted in Japanese. "Hide your guns in your coats! Me, Aro, Ryu, Lin and Joel are gonna scout out the club. If you her a single shot, rush in with your weapons out and ready. And remember: DO NOT KILL ANY CIVILIANS! I don't want the Yakuza to be linked with innocent peoples deaths. Leave that to the Triads."
The five men walked into the club and headed to the bar. The bouncer let them in because he said he knew Ivan. 'Such poor security' Kenji thought. They sat down and started looking at the crowd for targets. Hopefully, this would be over fast they thought.

Feng saw a big crew of Asian people come up in front of the club. Four of them looked a hell of a lot like the people Long had pointed out in that car in front of them. And one? None other than the big dog around the London Yakuza scene, the only Japanese person with an "L" in his name, Lin.
'Shit!' he thought, 'What the hell are they doing here?'
Whenever Mr. An sent someone to collect debts, he usually sent two, maybe three people. He had sent three this time; Feng, Long, and a girl named Bao Xiuxiu. The point was that when collecting, Mr. An didn't send his entire damn outfit. The Vietnamese weren't nearly this brave, they just didn't have the clout in the area. Couple that with the four guys, Lin, and the fact that they were speaking Japanese, and it was confirmed; the Yakuza were trying to clown at Ice.
Feng stepped out of security, walking back to his car. He pulled out a prepaid cellphone out of his jacket, dialing Long's number.
"Hello?" Long said, essentially screaming over blaring techno music.
"Yeah, Long, it's me," Feng replied, popping his GTO's trunk, "The Yakuza are coming in. Heavy. Get ready."
Feng hung up, selecting Mr. An's number from the speed dial. Same message. Then, he took his Rk 62 out of his trunk. Taking the clip out and pocketing it., he took off his coat, grabbed the stock with his left hand so that it was hidden under his arm, and threw the coat over his shoulders with his right. He slammed the trunk closed, went through security, and took a seat at the bar. Popping the top off of a bottle of Tsingtao, he took a swig and leaned back. The club was full of Triad people, but they were carrying at best small pistols. None were equipped to go to war, none whatsoever. He'd just have to wait for whoever Mr. An was sending.

"Alright guys, just chill here for a bit longer. These Triads are looking a bit suspicious, so keep your finger on the trigger." said Kenji.
Aro was walking through the club, since him bieng black didnt draw attention to his Yakuza affiliations. Aro pulled out his cell and ringed Kenji.
"Kenji, I see a guy who might be of some info on the bookie deal."
"Who is he?" Kenji asked inquisitively.
"It's Long or something. I recognised him at the shop when I beat that guy with my rifle."
"Okay, shake him. I'm going to call up Minh and get some heat in here."
Aro walked over to Long and put his Glock up against Longs back.
"This is a gun, motherfucker, so don't call anyone over. Me and my guys are going to ask you some questions."
As Aro shook up Long, the mass of Yakuza gunmen moved into the club and headed to the bar. Aro took Long and led him to the large group of Yakuza.
"Get ready," Lin said, "I think the shit is going to hit the fan."

"Oh, really, mothafucka? I thought it was Kouda Kumiko's left nipple," Long said. He pulled, before anyone could react, a pack of gum from his pocket, "This is what you hit me in the stomach for a few hours ago, by the way, asshole."
He took a stick from the pack and began chewing on it. It was what he did now, what he had done ever since he quit smoking. He allowed the bulky Tuareg guy to lead him over to a big group of Yakuza.
"So," he said, "What the fuck do you riben-ren want? You're way the fuck off your turf, by the way. This place is for the Russians and us, not you guys. You have that damn gambling den."
He glanced at Feng from the corner of his eye. As was standard protocol, Feng ignored the happenings. They didn't have the clout to deal with this; not yet, that was.

"What the fuck do you riben-ren want? You're way the fuck off your turf, by the way. This place is for the Russians and us, not you guys. You have that damn gambling den."

"Is that so?" said Kenji. "I just want to thank your dumb ass for killing my only source of info on my goddamn money. Now listen up. Are there any Baileys in this Club? If so, I demand their names immediately, otherwise Aro can take you to the Den and treat you to a game of Cricket."
Joel shifted nervously when he looked at the staring asian man at the door. 'Something is up with him' Joel thought to himself.

"Your money? Do you mean to fucking tell me that Danny was in that fucking deep with you Yakuza pricks?" Long said, "Then I guess that wasn't two wasted bullets after all."
"Now...the crackas...this isn't their side of town. You know that. I know that. They don't fucking hang out here. It's the rules, the unwritten rules of these streets. They aren't here," he continued, "If they've decided that it would be funny to run around any of our turf, whether it be the Russians, you guys', or ours, then this is the first I've heard of it. Whatever they did, I think you have acknowledged that the Old Baileys have your damn money. If you have a beef with the white trash, go talk to the white trash. Don't fucking talk to me."
"Any other dumb questions you need answered?" Long said, making a loud popping sound with a bubble.

Track track track.

Hide.

Track track track.

Hide.

He was getting tired of hiding.

Liam had been tracking these Yakuza for a while, and decided to pounce.

No fancy black coat today, just his Kevlar "Bondsuit", his dual modified 45.'s, and some throwing knives.

He could tell that something was gonna go down.

He snuck down an alleyway and climbed up the bar's fire escape. He decided on an approach that was so cliched, no one would expect it.

The vents.

Quite the plot device, if this was a movie anyways, he thought to himself.

He crawled through until he came upon two groups of men in a confrontation.

He decided to watch and attack when the moment was right.

He checked his gear and peered down through a grate.

Bide my time.... Bide my time...

"One more thing..." Kenji said calmly. "There is another man who owes us money. He frequently hits up my Gambling houses and doesnt pay up. He goes by the name of Ding. Does this ring any bells?"

Long momentarily froze at this question. Ding never had all the money needed to pay back gambling debts to more than one group on any given night. If he told them that they were sitting at his fucking bar right now, then they'd take Ding's money, Feng, Xiuxiu, and Long would all go home empty-handed, and they'd be screwed.
Long could lie to this guy. But, the Yakuza weren't bumbling idiots. They could find Ding by themselves, considering they were at his club. However, Ding tended to stay in a VIP room with security that was actually loyal to him.
"Ding runs around this fucking city like a rabbit. He's like Saddam Hussein and Michael Jackson, he never sleeps in the same bed twice. So, we don't have a fucking idea where he is. Doesn't hang out in one place consistently either, so, no, I don't have a clue," Long said, without missing a beat, "Now, if you guys will excuse me, I need to go partyboy random chicks out on the dance floor."
He went to the dance floor, slipping into the huge crowd of Russians and Chinese. He put a hand on his M57, pulling back the hammer. Just to be safe...

"That motherfucker was lying..." mumbled Aro.
"I could tell," said Kenji, "forget him though. If we light this place up, capture that sonofabitch. In the meantime, look for Ding. That bastard will pay up before the night is through."
"Kenji," said Joel. "Send some men to follow that guy walking to Long." He pointed to Feng. "I saw him looking at us for a long time. He is probably associated with him."
"Good idea. I'll follow him myself. You, Aro, Ryu and Lin come with me. The rest of you, keep at the ready." said Kenji as the five moved onto the floor following the two Triads.

Alex was running. His uncle had caught him on one of his drug busts. Now he ran and ran away. He had found a bar that he knew was Russian held. What the fuck, why not?

Alex ran in, the sirens not quite in ear shot. Alex locked the door and pulled out his gun. "Old Baileys!" Alex screamed out peppering the area with gunfire. Alex was spraying the entire area with gun fire, not focusing on anyone. He had carved a small message into the wall during his firing. It read, "The Old Baileys Strike".

Angry screams and swearing filled the air. Alex had killed three people, and injured nearly everyone. The sirens outside were blaring. Oh well. Alex pumped the last few bullets into his head.

OOC: I don't care who dies, it can be the civilians for all I care. The police are coming, the Old Baileys haven't been doing much, so take this as an act of interest. This is my formal withdrawl too.

OOC: is this at Ice?

Across town, Semyon woke up much earlier than his alarm had been set to. He checked his guns again and took to the streets, walking since the tube stations were in all probability closed. Need the air he told himself. After about an hour of walking he reached a warehouse with a small sign reading "Damien Industries".

Inside the warehouse machining equipment was haphazardly scattered around the first floor. Various cut pipes, metallic plates, welding equipment, lox tanks and the occasional bullet casing covered most of the floor. A clear path existed between the door, the garage door and a car in the back corner. Semyon turned on a coffee machine in the corner and then began digging through one of the toolboxes.

The car was at one point in its lifetime a Cuda, but had since become a Frankenstein of cars. The original seats had been torn out, as had most of the original floor, replaced with cheap counterparts. Almost all the interior had been torn out and was replaced with a single seat in front of the steering wheel and part of a couch in the back with two throw pillows duct taped behind where Semyon presumably intended any potential passengers to sit. Entering the vehicle was not an easy task, as there were many bizarre contusions and sloppily welded panels that seemed to have no purpose other than to secure any potential passenger that would climb into the contraption. All in all, the interior was mostly hollow. The exterior, however, was the exact opposite. The car itself rode low, and the front bumper was quite obviously reinforced with patches of steel, aluminum, ceramic and tin plates. There was a single bar of tungsten plated between the headlights and a smaller section above each tire. The rear bumper was similarly reinforced, albeit with the metal less tactically distributed. Semyon checked his guns once more and then fished a gray jumpsuit out of the toolbox along with an ID badge that had the name "Simon Piotrowski" on it, along with the same logo for Damien Industries. He then fished out two silencers and then attatched one to his revolver and one to his TMP. He then stashed all of his guns in a hidden compartment in the trunk of the car, along with a small satchel.

He walked a quick circuit around the warehouse and collected a cup of coffee before pushing a button that opened the garage door. He turned off the lights and then got into his car. Inside his car, he quite literally strapped himself in, using two seatbelts. He set the cup of coffee on the dashboard. He looked under the steering wheel and saw some exposed wires. Need to fix that. He smiled. He put a glove on his left hand and inserted the car key with his right. While turning the key, he reached inside the bundle of exposed wiring and pinched two of the wires together. The hair on his forearm stood up slightly and his eyes widened as the car's engine roared to life. He through the car into gear, revving the engine slightly while in neutral. He then promptly threw it into first gear. The tires squealed as more rubber was added to the small black marks on the warehouse floor. He used the additional traction to maneuver cleanly out of the garage door and onto the street. He quickly tapped a button on the dash and the garage door closed behind him.

His driving technique was one of absolute focus. The car had no sound system. The roar of the engine was enough. Every single move he made was marginally aggressive, yet executed with the precision of a neurourgeon. He did not spped, but rather drove efficiently. He was never more than five kilometers above the speed limit, yet merging, turning and accelerating all occured as if the car was directly linked to his brain. Semyon's head barely moved from the road, and he rarely blinked when the car was in motion.

He entered the cargo terminal area at Heathrow International Airport, and drove to the small hangar also labeled "Damien Industries" He parked his car in the emoloyee parking lot and submitted to the required security screening. His confidence placed him above question.

If this deal is going to be profitable at all, I will probably have to move all of my merchandise. And it will still be close. He knew he would be paying through the nose for the additional risk of air transit and for the fact that he wanted his merchandise in twelve hours.

The guard cleared him, and he got back into his car and drove to the hangar. Shouldn't do this regularly, but it would be worth my while to impress Ivan. He drove to the hangar, parking inside. He got out of the car and looked around. It was barren, except for a Cessna 172 in the back corner and a fuel truck in the opposite corner.

Couple hours until they arrive. Should be an interesting morning.

Hurry up! he thought to himself.

Hurry up and start shooting, that's when you'll be disoriented the most! I want you guys to be easy pickings.........


Liam narrowed his eyes and looked back down the grate.

Still nothing.

He let out a quiet sigh.

Damn it.

He had found a bar that he knew was Russian held. What the fuck, why not?


OOC: I'm gonna assume it was Ice.

Joel was crouching on the floor...he looked towards the other members of the group, good none were badly effected What the fuck He knew the triads were bold but not like this... after the first foray of bullets things had breifly stopped, he guessed it might have been a younger gang member in an exchange of words sarting it off.

Fuck this he thought stood up and took out his Berettas, he saw the other members of the Yakuza were rising. It was shoot or be shot in his opinon and he could see other Yakuza's across the floor open up fire on the Triads...Joel jumped over the bar and started shooting, whilsted singnaling to Lin and Kengii to start backing out. The bar was full of Triads, and even though most of them seemed equally as confused, Joel knew that it would be fight of attrition. A couple of Minh's men had gone down. As he was taking pot shots at the Triads, Joel heard the sirens outside.

"Police!" he heard, shouted in Russian, Chinese and Japanese. Joel looked round and saw Lin trying to mouth something to him...

"Waste those motherfuckers!" Kenji yelled as he blasted his UMP into the Triads. Ryu was hit in the shoulder and was being attended to by Aro.
"Fuck those assholes up!" he yelled again. The he heard 'POLICE' yelled by someone. "Shit! We gotta bounce! get to the cars!" he yelled. He saw Lin mouthing something to Joel and rushed over to see what happened.

OOC: This sucks... Kuli hasn't been RPing this thread, and my character is stuck in the car with his...

OOC: Shut your whoring mouth! (joke). I"ve been busy.

IC:

After a lengthy drive the car puttered off onto a side road, it was a gravel road and the small car bounced up and down. After about a mile they reached the compound. At the gate was a car and three men with guns. The car stopped and Charlie rolled down the window.
"It's me Charlie, and Mikey" Charlie said through a cigar.
"Right, go on then" one of the men said and the car went on. Charlie parked the car infront of the farmhouse and they got out. Another man walked out of the house and greeted them, it was Danny Boy. Danny Boy was in his mid twenties and one of the best hitters the Boss had. He was of average height, but strong as an ox. His hair was blonde and eyes blue. He may look like a pretty boy but he's as tough as a nail.
"Charlie, Mikey. Good to see you chaps. The boss is out back" Danny Boy said as he smirked and led them around the house.
"What have you been up to Danny Boy?" Charlie asked, taking a puff of the cigar, its' ashes falling to the grass.
"Same old shit. A hit here, a hit there" he replied nonchalantly.

OOC: is this at Ice?

OOC: Definately at Ice, I think I'll clarify the police issue. When this little bar fight ends, someone post it going on the news. All parties and major people should be mentioned

IC: The first rookie finally broke down the door. The small group of four police men went in. The leader of the group, and only one with any expierence, was the sergeant. The rest were new inexperienced rookie, while the sergeant was fifty and getting to old for this. They were the only cops there.

"Waste those motherfuckers!" Kenji yelled as he blasted his UMP into the Triads. Ryu was hit in the shoulder and was being attended to by Aro.
"Fuck those assholes up!" he yelled again. The he heard 'POLICE' yelled by someone. "Shit! We gotta bounce! get to the cars!" he yelled. He saw Lin mouthing something to Joel and rushed over to see what happened.

The triads weren't backing down, but the Yakuza's were making some way to making the numbers a little more even.

Joel suddenly realised what Lin was trying to say "It wasn't the Triads for fucks sake! I heard someone shout Old Baileys before the gunshots started, tell Kengii"

Shit

Lin started shouting loudly in Japanese "BACK OUT IT WASN'T THEM!" Joel felt a Chinese translation was needed as the Triads were in the dark still. Lin clearly wanted to end it. Joel however could see some of the Russians had been caught in the cross-fire and the majority were firing at the Triads.

"Call in back-up!" Joel said, "We haven't finnished with the bastards yet!Look at the Russians."

Kenji put his UMP momentarily on the floor and busted out his Makarov. He saw Aro throw a vodka bottle that smashed on a Triad head. "Kenji! It wasnt the Triads!" he heard Lin yell, but seeing that it was beyond the point of apologizing, he kept firing.

Kengii got the message, but like Joel saw that this had gotten out of control, they were in too deep. Lin didn't look to pleased that Kengii had not paid heed to what he was saying but understood.

Then the police burst in. But however drmatic they tried to make thier entrance there was no use- there was four of them. They stood bewildered, unsure what move to make; whilst trying to look authoritarian.

Great the last thing I need, Joel couldn't afford a run in with the police. He signalled to Kengii,

"We need to find this Ding bastard,after all back-up its on its way, lets leave Lin and Minh to it."

"Alright, let's go," said Kenji as he took out his UMP again and loaded another clip. He had taken a .22 pistol round to the chest but the Kevlar vest made the hit unnoticable. Kenji and Joel ran along the wall to the BIP room they saw Feng heading to.

ooc: Alright, where the hell is Feng going? I don't specifically recall saying that Feng was going anywhere. Don't ever take control of my character.

IC: At the outbreak of gunfire, Feng threw his jacket off his shoulders and flipped his Rk. 62 into his hands. Jumping behind the bar, he began firing short bursts of ammunition at people he could positively identify as Yakuza, IE, people who were screaming in Japanese, etc. He attempted to look for Long and Xiuxiu whenever he could, but they were in the crowd. It would be next to impossible to pick them out of the huge mass of people fleeing for the doors.
Lin began shouting something in Japanese to his people, and they stopped. It must have been something along the lines of "stop," so Feng shouted in Chinese, "Stop shooting!" over and over. Eventually, shooting did stop.
'What the hell was that all about?' Feng thought, hopping back over the bar and putting his jacket back on, the rifle still in his hands.

Just as Joel and Kengii agreed to leave the shooting fizzled out. Lin and the rest of the Yakuza slowly backed out.

"What should we do?" He asked Kengii, "Stick with looking for the Chinese?"

OOC: bump :)

"Let's find that Motherfucker Ding and get our money back. After we get it, I'm killing the Fucker." They approached the VIP lounge. Kengii shot the two Triad guards at the door and they burst in.

Joel followed Kengii into the room....there was no-one there. The Police started pouring into the club.

"Soon the Chinese will come in here now the Police have come." He went and hid up against the wall behind the door, looking down from the window he could see Lin, Minh, Aro and co. escaping through the back exit. "The others are out." he told Kengii.

Now it remained to wait for the Chinese...

"Okay," Kengii said as he layed a coatrack down in front of the door to trip the first guy through. "I suggest we flip some tables for us to get some cover." he said.