NationStates Jolt Archive

4:00 PM

The sun began to lower over the Nevada desert as the sky filled with evening lights. However, another sun, one just as equally bright rose. Las Vegas was a becon in the desert. The strip gleamed with neon lights and cars. Money, booze, and women flowed down the streets. At the airport a plane touched down on the airfield. The airport was busy with tourists flying in. The flight was from Los Angeles. The people departed the plane, amoung them: Jack Massena, big time con artist. He reached inside of his blazer and pulled out a cigarette. However, there was a no-smoking sign so he put it away.
"When did it become illegal to smoke? It's like I can't smoke anywhere nowadays" he blurted out into the blue. Another man walked up
"Hey Jackie, how's it going?" the man asked in a thick New York accent.
"Tommy! I'm doin' great, yourself?" Jack asked.
"I'm just trying to enjoy my last night of being single, that's all."
"That's great. I'm sure Jenny's out having some fun right now" Jack shook his hand and they continued to talk. Tommy was getting married the next day and Jack is his best man.
"Well, the boys and I got a nice party set up tonight" Tmmy snickered. Tommy was known to be a party guy and was a legend back home. The two of them go way back and even did a few jobs together. "Let's get to the motel, the rest of them are already there"
They got Jack's luggage and called a taxi which drove them off.

Maria Santos sat in front of a mirror in the back room of the Blue Moon Club. The sounds of the techno music bumped through the walls in a low muffle. She put on her make-up and some glitter and fixed her bra. She was quite sexy and one of the better women at the club.
"Maria, are you ready?" one of the other women asked.
"I just need to put on the costume" she replied across the room.
"We got another bachelor's party to do tonight"
"Yeah, I just hope this time no one tries to cope a feel" she snickered.
"It happens all the time. I'm suprised you didn't get fired after punching that business exec" the other woman said.
"Oh well, shit happens" she snickered and put on her costume. "How do I look?"
"We'll be making the money tonight, that's for sure"

Detective Robert Calstall arrived his station, he entered the buliding and entered his office. He sat down and then his boss, Lt. Anderson came in,
"Calstall, the breifing is now."
"I know."
"Just reminding everyone because Johnston miss the last one."

Robert left his office and walked to the breifing room. In the room was Robert, Anderson, 3 other detectives, and a 5 officers from the SWAT team. Anderson gave the breifing. "Ok, men. Our friend Javis Jackson was released from prision, 3 days ago. Today, we got a tip that Javis was again running a crackhouse. The house is here on 5th St. The plan is SWAT will raid the house with Johnston and Roberts. Calstall and Walker will arrest Mr. Jackson at the Four Queens. Question?"

Calstall raised his hand, "Why is Javis always have to be at the Four Queens."

"He likes the place and it's near the crackhouses he establishes." replied Anderson.

Calstall and Walker entered a unmarked cruiser while the two other detectives and the SWAT boarded a van, both vehicles left.

OOC: What's the Four Queens?

4:20 PM

Another jet landed at the airport. As Jack and Tommy were driving down the strip towards the motel, another man whom both know steps off the plane. A tall man with a bald head and a beard walked towards the baggage claim. A small child ran through the area and slammed into the tall man, the kid fell to the ground. The man took off his sun glasses and stared down at the child.
"Watch where you go or I break you" he plainly said.
"Mommy!" the kid screamed and ran off.

Russian hitman Sergi Malakoff was a humorless killer. He worked for Yuri Petrov a Russian crime boss in New York. Sergi also known as "The Bear" works for Petrov and is one of his top hitmen. He looked at his watch and picked up his luggage. It was a warm evening and he wiped the sweat from his head. Sergi's job was to find Jack and Tommy and make them disappear. A year ago the two of them cheated Petrov out if a lucrative contract with the Yakuza. A mob war ensued as each side blamed the other. However, Tommy was a loose spender and the mob picked up his trail...

The person to step out of the plane after the bald russian was a man who looked what one would expect to see in Vegas. He was a man in his early thirties, short black hair, black sunglasses and a suit of the same colour. He had taken his only luggage, a black leather briefcase, with him to the cabin and walked right past the baggage claim to the exit.

In his youth, Serafino Esposito had been nothing but a street child, stealing his food from the market of Palermo. That was, until his uncle, Vincenzo Esposito, a Sicilian Capofamiglia, took him under his protective wing when he was 15. Serafino became a Picciotto and earned his respect within the family. Now there he was, in the heart of America, taking care of some very important business. But first it was time to rest. He called a cab and told the driver to take him to the non-Mafia run hotel that was closest to the Strip. As they arrived at a nameless hotel which looked decent enough, Serafino pulled out a 100 dollar bill from his briefcase.

"Are you joking me?" the driver asked. "I don't have enough change to give from that."
"Keep the change, I just want to rest a while."

Two Black Mercedes Benz S500's with Chicago plate on twenty inch chrome Lexani rims pulled out front of The Flamingo hotel and casino that was opened by gangster Bugsy Siegel in the 40's. The bright lights of 'The Strip' flashed in the night sky, exotic cars, limo's and people were everywhere in sight, a bell hop rushed over and opened the first Benz's door,

"Good evening sir and welcome to the Flamingo"

An Italian American got out of the car dressed in a very expencive suit with a Sheared Mink Coat draped over his shoulders, he puffed on a long fat cuban cigar,

"Thank you, the luggage is in the back"

Three more men also dressed in suits exited the car and followed the first man into the Hotel, the driver tossed Valet the keys. The men in the second car emtyed out and gave a second Valet their keys,

"Have the luggage taken to these rooms"

The driver of the second car passed the bell hop a small peice of paper and went inside after giving him a fifty dollar tip. Once inside the first man who exited the car turned around in a circle admiring the hotels size and splendor,

"Ahaha! Las Vegas boys! what did i tell ya's!"

Another man laughed then replyed,

"Frankie!! ahahaha"

While one of the other men with the man know known as Frankie went over to cheak in the others stood in the foyer watching the girls pass by giving them a nod and often received a smile or nothing at all,

"Jeeesh, that was cold ey Tony! ahaha!"

Frank patted one of the others on the shoulder in a playful manner with a big grin across his face....

"This is gonna be the vacation the boss want's us to take! boys are we gonna have a good time!"


OOC: I copy and pasted my charactor development from the sign up.. :)..i will be posting again shortly..

Carlos had finnished dealing with the small time coke dealer and was now sitting in the bar of his motel. The Rabante was a masterpiece. It had been built five years ago and had steadily grown into a wreck, "I love it" Mr Santina muttered.

All the run downs came here after they had been dropped by some group, spent all their money in the casinos, on women, gmabling and drink. They would be desparate for to start leaf, and this is what Carlos and his men gave them. He created the best men from the worst and this is how he had built up his network of hitmen, stalkers and dealers across the city.

However, it was time for a new start, he had refurbished it and remarkted it. It was now a res[ectable place to spend the night, who knows what kind of people it would now attract...

I'll post later, I gotta get going.

16:40 (4:40PM)

Ulrich Müller had just arrived to Las Vegas. The flight had been very quick and smooth. He had rented a very nice black, BMW X5 SAV, one of the nicest SUV's on the market, with a 4.8 liter V8 giving 350HP. Ulrich drove ONLY BMW's and would not settle for anything else.

After Ulrich had rented his vehicle, he left the Rental Company and left for The Flamingo Hotel. When he arrived to the hotel, he chose to park his own car and then proceeded towards the entrance.

He was wearing a black suit with a dark red tie and a white shirt. He walked past a group of men catching one of them saying, "This is gonna be the vacation the boss want's us to take! boys are we gonna have a good time!"

He walked past them and walked into the lobby area to the reception desk.

He began to speak quietly with a heavy German accent,

"Herr Müller checking in,"

The receptionist looked up and smiled, then began to type.

"Yes Mr. Müller we have a room for you in 1130, 5th Floor." She handed him the key to his room.

He took the key and turned around towards the elevator to the fifth floor.

When he arrived to the fifth floor he turned left and walked past three rooms, finding his room. He opened it with the key, and stepped inside. He walked to the bed, laying down staring at the roof.

OOC: What's the Four Queens?

It's one of the famous hotels in Vegas.

5:00 PM

Jack stepped out of the cab and joked around with Tommy as they went to the motel room. It was of descent size, what you'd expect. Tommy got two rooms right next to each other with a connecting door. There were several of Jack's old friends in there and it was like a reunion. They laughed, joked, and told stories from way back in the day.
"When's the party going to get started?" Jack asked. He always enjoyed a good party.
"Right now..." Tommy said and he brought out a mirror with a bag of cocaine on it. Tommy was a drug dealer in his spare time and often got high on his own supply. The guys gathered around, doing a few shots of liquor as Tommy cut the cocaine and made it into lines.
"You go first, soon to be trapped forever hubby!" Jack laughed as he took a gulp of a Red Bull and vodka. Tommy did a line
"I'm trying to cut back boys, you're up Jackie" Tommy replied and presented three fresh lines. Jack leaned over and looked at the lines of coke
"Viva Las Vegas!" he said and began to snort the cocaine, drawing his nose over the lines and snorting them up. After the third one he cocked his head back "God damn!" he shouted and rubbed his nose and coughed a bit. Instantly, the drug went straight to his head, his heart rate shot up, and the adrenaline pumped through his veins. His eyes raced around the room as he stood up and poured himself another shot of whiskey.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. They all stopped and looked towards the door as it rang again.
"What the hell?" Tommy asked. They turned down the music as Tommy walked up to the door and opened it up. There were two female officers at the door.
"We've heard reports of a disturbance at this residence, mind if we come in?" she asked.
"Uh-I don't mind officer" Tommy stuttered. He was nervous because they were cops buy enjoying it because they were sexy.
"We have reason to believe that there are some bad boys here too" she said and flailed her hair back and unbuttoned her shirt. The other one took out a whip.
"Alright, strippers!!" Jack exclaimed as the party took a turn for the better. The strippers went to work, the music piped through the rooms and the booze/cocaine continued to flow...

Riley Patrickson walked into the Four Queens looking for Javis. They were old friends and Benny had just left his new crackhouse and wanted to congradulate him. "Hey Javis! My old friend! You have a wonderful new crackhouse!" He shouted.
"Quiet down Riley you idiot, do you wan everyone in the west coast to know?"
"OK, OK but it's your third day of freedom, it's a reason to celebrate!"
"You said that yesterday and the day before that"
"I know I know, isn't it great? Anyway, I wager that this will be your last day of freedom."
"Why?"
"No reason, so are you in?"
"Hell yeah $500"
"C'mon, prison has made you thick! $1000"
"OK fine" growled Javis, and Riley grinned and waited, twitching in his seat.

Calstall and Walker enter the Four Queens, they headed to Javis' favorite card table. Javis turns and his face turn white. "Looks, like you were right, cracka." Calstall came up to Javis, "Hello, Javis. We found your crackhouse and well, your going to jail." Javis stands up and smilies "I have......" Calstall shoots Javis in the right arm. "Javis, you and me know that you carry a .25 pistol. Now, why did you reach it." In Javis' hand was a .25 Colt pocket pistol, a weapon made around 1920. Javis turns to Riley, and gives him the money. Calstall grabs his radio from his brown jacket, "This is Calstall, Javis reached for his .25 and we need EMT."
Andersen's voice was heard on the radio."Calstall, EMT is on it's way, and the raid on Javis new crackhouse was successful. We found a lot of crack and some weapons." Calstall turns to Walker, "Another day in Las Vegas." Then the radio cracked "Calstall, Is a man there with Javis." Calstall replied "Yes?" "Bring him in for questioning." Both detectives looked Riley, "You'll have to come with us."

Both detectives looked Riley, "You'll have to come with us."
"Oh c'mon I have a family to support and everything! I've never touched drugs in my life! Err, umm, I wasn't even aware this man was a criminal! We've just met! And. Err. My dad's the chief of police and err oh fuck this" he said and ran. "Thanks for the $1000" he shouted to Javis as he went through the door.

OOC: He paid Riley already.
Calstall and Walker ran after him. "Central, This is Calstall. The subject is fleeing, officers in pursuit." "Roger, backup is on his way."

Riley ran down the road, wondering where to go. It doesn't matter he thought I'm invinceable then he saw The Rabante looks like a safe place he thought and ran in

5:30 PM

The party was blarring. Loud music, women, drugs, and booze. Jack raced around the room due to the coke in his system. The two women were highly sexy and Jack liked everything he saw. He pounded down two more shots of vodka and observed the one with curly dark hair. She was a latino with darker skin and quite beautiful.
"I'm next, I'm next" he jittered to her. Veronica looked him over, Jack seemed like some coked up sleeze bag, but his money was just as good as anyone elses.
"Alright honey, follow me" she said and grabbed hold of him and threw him into the chair and slapped him across the face "You've been a bad boy" she said in a sexy tone.
"So...what's your name?" Jack asked as she danced on and around him to the song "My Humps".
"Veronica" she whispered into his ear.
"Well Veronica, I'm Jack" he replied, feeling her all over him. She continued to dance, putting her smooth leg over him as she stradled him.
"What do you do, Jack?" she asked
"I'm an...an accountant" he replied. During his career as a con artist he was many things. Accountant was his favorite one.
"An accountant, eh?" she asked as the dance went on, "You don't look like an accountant"
"I get that alot" he replied and brought his hand up over her butt. Instantly she slapped him hard across the face, infuriated.
"I'm not like that, jackass!" she raised her voice.
"I wasn't gonna-" and she slapped him again. Veronica gathered her clothes and kicked open the door and left.
"Dammit!" he shouted and threw the table over. "I can't believe that bitch, I was just trying to enjoy it!" there was no one in the room but he continued to rant at the spoiled moment. The others were off doing there thing and the cocaine was left unattended to.
"Come to papa" he said and threw himself on the drugs, consuming an incredible amount, and a few more drinks. All of a sudden, the room began to spin and everything slowed down. "W-what's happening?" he blurted out and fell to the ground...

OOC: The Four Queens is downtown, on Fremont street. Not on the Strip.
A police car pull up, the officers got out. "Stop!"

OOC: The Four Queens is downtown, on Fremont street. Not on the Strip.
OOC: Never been to Vegas, sorry

Riley turned round to glance at the officers, he knew he was just making things worse, but the drugs told him to run, he tried to run and surrender at the same time and fell over, being drunk and stoned at the same time was a bad idea. He looked up and saw his mother. "But it's only 4 o'clock" he shouted and fell over agian. He looked up again and saw Cromwell "You bastard" he said and lost consciousness.

6:10 PM

Jack woke up, gasping air, his body tingling. Next to him was a pool of his own vomit. He ran his hand through his hair and took off his blazer. His white shirt was untucked and his sleeves rolled up as he raced around the room, bouncing off the walls. Jack's mind was blank, not one single reasonable thought processed through his coked up brain. The music was so loud and he stumbled through the empty room with tunnel vision. He opened up the door to the party, everything moved fast and slow. The noise was unimagineable. He staggered through the groud, pushing people out of the way.

Veronica was still dancing and looked over at Jack stumbling through the room. She ignored him and continued to dance.
"Hey baby!" Jack yelled over the music. He felt up against Veronica.
"Get off of me!" she exclaimed. Joe, one of the other guys there tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey man, leave the lady alone" he plainly said.
"What the hell do you want you sack of shit?!" he asked. Jack wasn't thinking rational and felt like a fight.
"Just leave her alone, man" Joe tried to calm the situation. All of a sudden Jack's fist flew through the air and right into Joe's nose, knocking him to the ground...

The officers went up to Riley and checked him. They called for EMT and send to the local hospital. At hospital, Calstall and Anderson were talking "His name is Riley Patrickson." "Paul, where this guy come from." "I don't know, Robert. He was on drug and some alcohol." The men waited for him to wake in the hospital room.

10 Seconds Later

Jack stood over Joe, "You just knocked the fuck out!" he laughed. The whole room was silent as everyone stared at Jack. "What's everyone staring at?" Veronica looked at Jack and couldn't believe what he just did.
"Jackie, what the hell's going on?" Tommy asked as he walked out with his pants around his knees.
"Just having a disagreement" Jack shot back. He searched through his pockets and couldn't find his cigarettes or lighter "Dammit! I'm gonna find some smokes" and he kicked open the door and walked out into the city as his mind raced faster than his body.

Riley woke up and screamed something that would be spelled "Gar!" His head hurt like hell if hell was on fire and made of nails. "Where the hell am I?" He said to a nurse, his last memory as a car with flashing lights and people coming towards him. "Your in *hospital name*, some cops want to see you"
Bugger Riley thought, and tried to get up, but the pain in his head threw him back onto the bed. "You gotta help me sweetheart, I can't go to the slammer"
"Then plead insane honey" the nurse replied and went to fetch the officers.

Both walk into the room. "Hello, Im Lt. Paul Anderson, and this is Detective Robert Calstall. We wish to ask you question about why you were seen leaving a known crackhouse and then was at the Four Queens Casino talking to a known drug dealer. You are not going to jail, we just wanted to ask you why you were at the crackhouse. Now, we have to charge with fleeing from officer, that wasn't going arrest you." He turns to Calstall "Why does everyone think when we bring them in for questioning, they think they're getting arrested."

"Well, the officers' intentions were not made clear to me and I have a family to support back in Ireland so I can't go to jail. I was in the crackhouse because Javis forces me to pay him protection maoney, otherwise he'll send thugs after me. It may seem like we get on but I have to pretend that or I'm a dead man. You see, Javis is mad, a meglomaniac or something. Always on drugs. Nothing he says should be belived, he's crazy."

Mr Toadin waited outside the hospital waiting for a certain Mr Riley to exit. He had been told to follow him since there had been some incident outside the motel involving him. Mr Santina thought perhaps he would like to have a little chat, they were constantly on the lookout for new pray.

He had seen Paul Anderson enter before, a man Mr Santina liked to keep a close eye on. They had always got on, Mr Santina always did his business in subtle ways so to speak but he wanted to make sure nothing got out of hand. Make sure Paul Anderson didn't "get interested" in Mr Santina and his dealings.

"That ok, listen. We're going to take you to the station and we can talk there. Knowing Jackson, he is piss." Andersonand Calstall help Rily up and walk them to the car outside. Calstall notice the strange man and gets in the car.

6:21 PM

The neon lights gleamed over the night's sky. Jack cocked his head around looking for some cigarettes. He plowed through people and jutted across lanes of traffic as cars screeched to a halt to avoid hitting him.
"Watch where you're going!" someone shouted
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted and kept going. After a while he stopped on the sidewalk and saw a Seven Eleven store...

Riley also noticed the man waiting, and looked worried. What was I thinking running into the Rabante like that the crack was wearing off and he was thinking clearer. If I can talk my way out of this I can spend a nice day gambling, even if Javis gets thrown back into the slammer, hell I'll lie his way into the chair if I need to.

bump

6:23 PM

A cigarette vending machine outside the Seven Eleven appeared to be a beacon of hope for Jack as he felt drawn to it. He moved ever close to his goal and finally after nearly being hit by a car he made it to the machine. The coked up con man searched his pockets for change but had none.
"Dammit!" he exclaimed and began to smack the side of the machine. Then, he smacked the glass part of it, trying to get to the cigarettes. All his efforts were to no avail. So, he awkwardly picked up a gumball machine and rammed it into the vending machine, shattering the glass and gumballs scattered across the pavement. He dropped the metal part and took out one pack of smokes. Now, he needed a lighter. The attendant walked out and saw what happened.
"Are you crazy?!" the teenager asked.
"Crazy like a fox" he snickered and walked past him into the store and took a lighter from the display.
"You can't do that, man" the teenager said again.
"Stop me" Jack replied as he lit the cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"I'm gonna call the cops if you don't leave"
"You're not gonna do that" Jack moved closer to him. The punk got scared and ran off. Jack laughed out loud and kept walking.

0545

Ulrich opened his eyes quickly to the sound of someone knocking on the door. He had dozed asleep for a couple of hours, and now someone was at the door. He quickly stood up and pulled out his black silenced Ruger .22 caliber. He walked to the door, hiding his body behind it as he opened it.

At the door was a hotel employee.

"It's 5:45, you asked to be awaken at this time."

Ulrich nodded and promptly shut the door. He hadn't asked to be awaken at this time, so who had.

He quickly made sure he had everything, and walked out of the room and towards the elevator.

0615

Ulrich got in his SUV, and quickly backed up, and accelerated quickly out of the garage. He had a job to do.

While stopped at a stop light, he opened his brief case and took out a manila folder. He opened it, looking at the picture at the top. His contract in Chicago had plainly told him, that if he killed this woman, he would be a very rich man.

0621

Ulrich pulled up to the motel slowly, as he did he watched as a man kicked open a door and quickly ran out. In fact, he had just left the room that Ulrich was going to. Ulrich climbed out of the car, and started to walk towards the open door. When he was five paces away, he pulled out his .22. When he reached the door, he found his target helping a man up from the floor. He promptly aimed the gun at the target pulling the trigger twice, and then shot twice again at the man on the floor. He quickly turned around and walked back to his car. He jumped in, backed up, and left.

EDIT: OOC: lol I put Jack for some reason

OOC: Uh...Did you kill Joe or Tommy?

OOC: Whoever was on the floor, and its up to you if they are killed. I don't godmod =P

OOC: Okay...

0615

After a two-hour sleep, Serafino got up and dressed. As he was counting his money and thinking of how would he approach his target, someone knocked at the door. Serafino reached for his revolver in his pocket, and the door was knocked again. He approached the door slowly from the side, with his revolver in his left hand.
"Coming, coming..."
Serafino quickly pulled the door open with his right hand, aiming the weapon at the waiting hotel employee's forehead.
"What is it?", the Italian said and put his revolver back to his pocket.
"Sir... I... Mr. de Luca is waiting for you in the hotel lobby."
"Who? I don't know no such man. Send him away."
"Sir, he says it's about your uncle."
"Allright, allright, tell him I'm coming. Just a minute."

0620

In the lobby sat a middle-aged man in a white suit smoking a cigar. As Serafino approached him with his right hand inside his jacket, the older man stood up.
"Signor Esposito?"
Serafino nodded.
"I am. Who are you?"
"I'm Giovanni de Luca, Don Vincenzo Esposito's friend and the family head here in Las Vegas. I hear you're here to take care of a problem related to a casino that is, or used to be, under our protection."
"True. And what about it?"
"Well, this is an important thing to our family. Everyone's gotta see that no one messes with Don Vincenzo. So I've decided that it can't be a silent assasination. Nope, that bastard casino owner, Johnny Robertson, must die publicly. Explosives, drive-by, whatever. Even better if the media is there."
"Sure. Where can I get the equipment I need?"
"Come visit my warehouse. I have a car waiting outside, we can go right away. Robertson must die before midnight."
The two men walked out of the hotel and drove off in a white limousine.

Lucos Toadin watched as the men got in the car, they had definatly seen him. Oh fuck he got in his car as well and started it up waiting for them to move off.

His phone rang it was Mr Santina "Johnny Robertson has been pissing some people off recently, I thought you outta know, just in case the shit hits the fan you know what I mean?"

"Vaguly, you want me to check out the situation? You know, make sure the shit hits the fan in the right way? Who he piss off?"

"I don't really have time to talk right now Lucos, I don't need you to erm angle the shit or nothin' just thought you'd er outta know" Santina hung up.

Santina seemed edgy, Robertson was not any of his business, why was he so bothered? Well, better follow Riley anyhow.

They arrive at the police station. Calstall and Anderson walked in with Riley. "This is Mr. Patrickson, He'll be with us until Jackson's trial is over." Calstall said to Sgt. Pertson. "There's a cell open" he replied. They head to a intergation room, they sit down. "Ok, Riley. Tell us what happen."

Daniel pushed the aviator sunglasses out of his eyes. The bright Nevada sun disappeared behind the two sliding doors and into the cassino. He was dressed conservatively, a three piece grey suit, white shirt, and red tie. However, under the suit was a leather over the shoulder holster, a Beretta sitting in the holster. The suit was well made, designed to hide the pistol, and he took no looks from security as he made his way to the poker tables.

OOC: I'm tired as hell so thats all I got right now. Someone else will have to figuer out a way to bump into Daniel.

Bump

0625

Serafino and Giovanni drove off in the white limo, and as they stopped to traffic lights, their driver turned around.
"Sir, I think that car is following us. It's been right at our tail all the way from the hotel."
Giovanni looked behind through the tinted windows.
"This is getting complicated. Take the scenic route, I'll call us some support."

As the light turned green, the driver took a quick turn to a smaller street and Giovanni grabbed his cell phone.
"Bakery? This is Mamma, we need cookies. We're driving north."
"That's a roger Mamma. We'll send a delivery boy."

In a few minutes, a black Hummer appeared behind the car that was following the limo.

Riley reapted his story again, adding more stories of being intimadated by Javis and claiming he was completly unstable. Once he had finished he added "why do I have to stay until the bastard Javis's trial is over, Detective? I thought I was only needed for questioning."

OOC: Im back and wanna catch up, can some one fill me in on whats going on?

My charactor is still at the Flamingo...

Bump

7:00 PM

The darkness and light swirled around Jack as he breathed heavily and tore through the pack of cigarettes quickly. The city was alive and thriving as the casinos pulled in gamblers and hopefuls, reaching out to them, offering a release from the stress of the real world. Jack was feeling lucky and walked down the streets, the cocaine still affecting his brain.

The party ended abruptly after Joe was shot. Veronica stood off in the corner gathering her things in preperation of making a quick escape. She had seen some messed up things and was almost trapped in doind a donkey show which she declined by putting her fist into the face of the manager asking her. But tonight was the weirdest.
"I'm done with this shit" she said and walked out the door in the confusion.

Mr Toadin pulled into the side as the Rily's car pulled into the Polica station. They were gonna question him, although eager not to let anything about The Rabante enter the conversation, he decided not to get involved and went into a sandwich shop opposite for some diner.

Lets just hope they haven't noticed me.

Giovanni picked up the phone again.
"Mamma to Delivery Boy. Looks like he wasn't after us. Follow us to the baker's."
"Affirmative, Mamma."
The driver made a sharp turn back towards the south and continued towards the southern airport, near which the warehouse was located. Serafino turned from the window and looked at Giovanni.
"Are you sure no one knows about our plans? I wouldn't care to be shot right at the casino's door."
"What would you expect? When they first stopped paying, we... well, anyway, we sent them a message which made clear what we expected from them. Robertson replied by spreading the news, not the smartest move in my opinion. He'll be on his toes and the security in the Four Queens has been increased. So this won't be an easy one."
"The Four Queens?"
"The Four Queens. But don't worry, we're not even at the warehouse yet. Do you smoke?"

The limo drove off, followed by the black Hummer.

Mr Toadin's phone rang, it was Carlos

"Robertson has been seen going into the Four Queens. You stay where you are get someone over there now. I want photos of him there." He hung p without giving Toadin a chance to reply. He rang his contact.

"I need you to get over to the Four Queens, with a camera. Take some shots of Johnny Robertson there, check the bar, restuarant everywhere." He paused, there was some babble. "Shut it. If you don't get this done expect your balls to be on Ebay by tommorow." He hung up.

[El Bumpo, or is this dead already?]

I hope not, maybe Brydog is though

Calstall turn to Riley, "Ok, your free but, that guy outside is a little problem." Calstall decided to escort him to his hotel room. He motioned Riley to follow him to the bus stop.

Watched them as they came to the bus stop, good. Hopefully they were going to Riley's hotel.

He knew all the hotels on that bus route, so he could take his time about following them and be a little more subtle, at the hotel they could have a chat.

OOC: Riey lives in a flat somewhere near all the Strip

IC: Thank you decetive, I wish there were more officers like you but that guy could pay me a visit in my flat, couldn't you ensure my saftey somehow?

07:10 PM
The white limo came to the gates of a storage area near the southern airport, with a black hummer behind it. The gates opened, and the cars drove in. The black car went over to a garage nearby, and the white limo stopped next to a warehouse. Serafino and Giovanni stepped out and walked inside the warehouse.

The warehouse was full of shelves filled with different kinds of weapons from handguns to explosives and there were plenties of people loading and unloading crates from and to large containers. Giovanni looked at Serafino and said:
"So, here we are. Pick whatever you want, and if you want something specific, just let me know, allright?"
"Sure, sure, I was thinking of something like a short carbine which is easy to carry but still does the job even from a bit longer distances."
"You ever used a Colt carbine before? We recently got a nice stock of M4A1's from a fellow who works for the national guard. They all lost their serial numbers."
"Yep, I've used one of those a couple of times. I like them. You don't happen to have silencers for them?"
"Of course, of course, we got quite some nice stuff from the guy who supplied us with the straps. Aimpoint sights, silencers, slings, hell, we even have vertical foregrips. And plenties of ammo."
"Sounds good. What about the other stuff? Can I lend a fast car which still has enough metal around it to protect me from the backfire?"
"Sure, sure, we'll get you anything you want."

0730 PM

Serafino drove out of the storage area's gates in his new black Lamborghini Gallardo. The engine roared beautifully and he decided to take it for a cruise around the Strip to get used to the car and just for fun.

OOC: Riey lives in a flat somewhere near all the Strip

IC: Thank you decetive, I wish there were more officers like you but that guy could pay me a visit in my flat, couldn't you ensure my saftey somehow?

OOC: Although he doesn't know, just for your information, he's not planning on harming you.

"It's important for you to testify against Javis Jackson." A patrol car pulls up, and two officers exit. "This Officers O'Kelly and Peterson, they watch you." he said as leaving.

Great, there goes my plans for today, stupid Javis. I hope he gets life. Prehaps something could happpen to the officers? Nah, don't be stupid, they'll barely need a trial if they caught me. Or prehaps I could frame that stalker for it? Maybe...
"I hope not all the time, detective, I do have a social life."

"They just drive by every hour"

[cough...]

Riley arrived at his flat with the officers, "I'll go in and you drive past, right?"
"Right."
"Good." Riley took the lift to his third floor flat, it wasn't a nice place, but he didn't stay there much and he was often too high to notice. He wen straight to a cuboard adn found a toolbox and took out a hammer, a screwdriver, a power drill and a nailer. His days as a hanyman had proved useful. He placed the tools in different pockets of a brown trenchcoat and put it on. He didn't expect the officers to be any help so these tools, along with his knife, would be his real protection, along with a baseball bat that was above his front door incase of unwanted visitors. And he got them quite alot.

Mr Toadin had been as subtle as possible following them to his flat. He parked his car two streets away, changed coats, trousers and took off his sunglasses. He stood at the corner of the street calmly smoking, he wasn't standing on the street, just round the corner so Riley's new guards wouldn't see. In the reflection of a shop window opposite. He watched as Riley went into his flat, and the two other men got into their car and drived down the street towards him. He ducked into a shop and watched as they drove on past, carrying on down the street. Then he assumed at some point they turned around, because the came back and continued off down in the other direction.

They are just driving by looking for my car. He thought to himself. Now I just have to wait for a suitable moment to cross then I can hid on the otherside, near Rileys bloack of flats. When the car past him again, he came out of the shop and, making sure they were far enough down the road, he crossed and hid behing a line of bushes on the other side, right next to Riley's flats. He waited again. They past. He climbed over the fence and swiftly walked into the reception area.

"Excuse me" he said, beaming at the old haggard receptionist. Presumably the owner. "Can I trouble you to tell me which flat Riley is situated in" At first she refused on grounds that it wasn't policy. Then Toadin took some time to tell a look, convincing story, about his childhood with Riley. He eventually pretty muched board her into giving him the number.

He bounded up the stairs and arrived at Riley's door and knocked, then stood to the side incase Riley made any sudden movements. Although carefulness would be a good sign, if Carlos Santina really wanted to take him in. Of course, you have to be pretty desparate to run into the Rabante for safety...

*Knock knock* Shit thougth Riley and crept to the door, looking through the spyhole. Oh god. He considered opening it, but then decided against it. That guy was probably going to rough him up, and if he worked for Carlos Santina it would be a bad idea to fill him full of nails. Maybe he's just here to tell me not to do it again? Of course he isn't you moron! Hey fuck you man! He'll just break down the door anyway... Riley took the baseball bat fromt the wall and drew his nailer and pointed at the door. Is this worth my door?

Toadin stood by the side and thought to himself Put him in your position, he probably now knows I work for Santina, that is if he knows who Santina is. If he does know who he is, he probably thinks I want to do him harm. If he doesn't he still thinks I'm going to do him harm.

Making sure he was far enough to the side of the door he began to right a note. Saying this:

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Since I'm under the employ of Carlos Santina, who you may of heard of, I could have done this a thousand times already. And got away with it. We can talk via notes, if you so wish, or you could let me in and we could have a chat."

Riley slipped a note under the door saying "how can you prove that you work for Santina?" still pointing the nailer at the door, he looked through the syhole and saw the guy reading the note. Maybe I should call the cops? Nah, I can deal with this, I'm Irish.

He thought about the new note, and decided to slip his mobile under the door. This would show he trusted Riley, and evidently, though the texts and contacts, he would be able to see he was in contact with Santina. There was also the office number for The Rabante, with only very trusted enployees recieved, he could check this out as well.

Serafino stopped the car next to the Four Queens and stepped out. Holding his right hand inside his coat ready to pull out a submachine gun and having a briefcase with a carbine inside, he walked towards the entrance. As expected, the security stopped him right away and refused to let him in. Serafino looked at one of the guards over his sunglasses and said:
"I must meet the manager. Tell him I represent Don Vincenzo Esposito."
"Fine. Ramsey, go tell Robertson and we'll see if he wants to meet this guy. Now, what's in the briefcase?"
"Just a contract and some cash, I'm a businessman which is why I must meet Johnny Robertson."
"Yeah right, we'll see about that."
In a few minutes, the security guard returned and said to Serafino:
"The manager is waiting for you at the bar."

Serafino walked to the bar and noticed that two of the security guards were following him. He noticed a man dressed in a suit sitting lonely at a table with a wine glass.
"Johnny Robertson, I assume?"
"I am. What is your business here, mr..?"
"Esposito, Serafino Esposito. I represent my uncle, Don Vincenzo Esposito. I heard you have some unpaid bills, which has made my honorous uncle very unhappy. Do you happen to have an office or similar room where we could talk privately?"
"Yes, we can use my suite."

The men walked off to the elevator and to the top floor. The manager's suite was very luxuriously furnished. Robertson nodded to a security guard in the room to leave. After that he looked at Serafino and said:
"I... I'm very sorry for what has happened, but I have been threatened by a local mobster... They said they'd kill my family and me if I wouldn't pay them instead of you... I couldn't..."
"Shut it. What's the name of this person who has been threatening you?"
"His... His name... Um... Riley! Yeah, Riley, that's it. He's a local drug lord, owns big business in Vegas. I didn't dare to oppose him..."
"Where can I find this Riley?"
"He... I think he has a flat near the strip, here's his address..."
The manager wrote the address down on a paper with sweating hands and handed it out to Serafino, who then looked at Robertson, pulled a silenced submachine gun from the inside of his jacket and said:
"Thanks. Unfortunately, that is not enough to pay your bills. But your family can live."

Three casings ejected from the weapon, and the manager of the Four Queens fell dead on the floor. Serafino dragged the body over to a chair in front of a window and put the dead man's hands on the table. He pulled a letter out of his pocket and put it to the hand of the manager. "Don Vincenzo does not like being betrayed." Heh. Serafino took a last quick look at the room and opened the door.
"Good bye, mr. Robertson. It was a pleasure doing to business with you."
He looked at the security guard outside and walked out quickly, hoping that no one would care to bother the manager in a while. The black Lamborghini drove off towards the address written by the manager.

OOC: Even though Riley is certainly no drug lord or anything, it didn't stop Robertson from telling he is one. He had just heard the name and address in a way or another and made up a little story, hoping to save his ass.

He bent down and started to slip it under the door, when it rang. It was Santina.

"Boss I'm kinda in the middl-"
"Fuck that, I just got news that a body of a certain Johnny Robertson has been found at the Four Queens-"
"Fucking hell, do you want me t-
"Shut up and listen." Carlos said "Riley is in danger, have you talked to him yet? If not, stop fucking around, get in his room and bring im over to the Rabante. You've got people on your trail, a certain Serafino Esposito working for Don Vincenzo Esposito is milling around. He's the guy that killed Robertson, god damn it. And if my source is right, names along the lines of Riley have been mentioned. Get him over here, explain everything to him in the car."

The phone call ended. Santina was in too deep, why did he care about Riley so much anyway? This Riley guy had some "fuckin explaining to do". Right, no time to waste.

"Right, fuck this." Toadin said to Riley through the door. "I can't fuckin wait around for you to trust me. There are people on your trail, Robertson is now dead. I gotta get you to my boss at The Rambante, he wants to see you for some reason. I'm meant to be protecting you. And if you don't believe me then you'd only end up waiting for someone else to kill ya anyway."

With this he kicked the door, cracking the wood-work from top to bottom. Then he kicked the handle off, took out his gun and pointed it in front off him as the door swung open.

Serafino found the flat he was looking for and parked his luxury car at the opposite side of the street. Then he grabbed his phone and dialled Giovanni de Luca.
"I've delivered the pizza. But it seems like there's this fellow called Riley who told Robertson to order black olives instead of green ones. I have his address and am nearby, what should I do?"
"Ice him! But don't leave any messages or we might end up in deep shit. Just kill that bastard. Does he know you're after him?"
"I don't know, propably not, seeing as I left Robertson in his hotel room and I don't think they know he's dead yet. Do you know who this Riley is?"
"Nope, but I'll get someone to search it for you if you really care about it that much. But you can't wait, get rid of him."

De Luca closed the phone. Here we go again. Serafino stepped out of his car and walked inside towards the receptionist.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a person known as Riley. Does he live here?"
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't tell you anything."
"But this is very important, there's lives at stake."
"Too bad, not my business."
Maybe it becomes your business when I show you my MP5K... Not worth the trouble. I'll just wait outside and hope I get a picture of the man before he leaves. Serafino walked outside and back to his car. He opened his briefcase and took out his M4A1 carbine. The phone rang. It was Giovanni.
"I looked him up. There wasn't much information about the guy, but it seems like he has been in the Four Queens quite often and also been seen in crackhouses. I'll send you a picture via MMS."
Serafino received a message including the picture of Riley and looked at it. Doesn't really look like a drug lord to me... Well I guess they don't show it off here as they do in Italy. He attached a silencer to his carbine, put it on the front seat and lit a smoke.

Calstall pulls to the flat, he gets out of his car and flags down the officers. "Listen, Im taking Riley to the courthouse to have him spill the beans on Jackson to the DA. Now, go down to the prison and check on our drug dealer friend, Javis." The cops left to head to the jail. He notices a man in a car, he walks to Riley's place. He arrives and notice the guy from the police station. "Hello, I need Riley for a bit" He knocks on the door.

More knocking?! Why do I get the feeling I'm the centre of attention in Vegas?! "Who's there?" Riley shouted at the door, still pointing the nailer.

OOC: Brydog, the door is at the moment open, since my character kicked it in.

OOC: redo

"Drop the gun" Calstall yelled with his pistol in his hand. He said while staring at the man. "Riley, You and me need go to the DA's office for a minute."

OOC: redo

"Drop the gun" Calstall yelled with his pistol in his hand. He said while staring at the man. "Riley, You and me need go to the DA's office for a minute."

Without moving a muscle in his hand, Toadin spoke to the man.

"I advise you put down the gun, my friend, for I am also concerned about Riley's safety. A hitman is coming for him, I have to take him away. The hitman will shoot you first, then me, then Riley. Leave this to me" Toadin remained still hoping to defuse the situation.

God damn these meddlers. Santina's gonna kill me if he goes with the police again. Drastic action needs to be taken.

Calstall remembered the man in the car. "Ok, listen. I think the hitman thinks Riley is a drug lord which is false. Im going back to the station. But, after you and your boss is done talking to Riley, bring him to the courthouse. Please!" He left and headed to his car and sat waiting for a friend.

Toadin stood still as the amn walked away. Well, he stood corrected about the police, smiled and turned to Riley,

"I gotta get you out of here. I advise we don't go through the front gate, if we can get to my car a few streets away without being seen then..well... that'll be a start. You coming or not?"

Serafino threw his smoke out of the car window and looked at his clock. What if he knows I'm here? No, he can't. Maybe I should just threaten the receptionist to get the info, then kill that guy and leave? Straight action, just like that time in Venice. He put his carbine back to the briefcase, made sure his submachinegun was loaded and got out of the car, across the street and into the house.
"I need to know where Riley lives. This is really important, you must tell it to me."
"I can't tell you anything, so how about you just fuck off before I call the cops?"
"We can do this the nice way and the less nice way. My submachinegun here inside my coat advices you to correct your attitude a bit and tell me nicely where this guy lives."
"Um.. Eh.. He's in the second floor... Third door at the right..."
"Great, thanks. And just to make sure you won't touch that phone..."

Serafino opened his briefcase, took his carbine ready and started going upstairs, leaving the receptionist sitting on her chair tied up with the phone cable.

OOC: Ok....i posted a looooong time ago asking if anyone could fill me in so i could continue to Rp, no1 helped me :(...soooo

I can ither jump in or just leave...i tryed to read it all but grew impatient...

Why me? "Alright I'm coming, but I'm taking my tools."

OOC: The police are trying to question Riley as he is connected with Javis (they're friends but Riley claims he was being threatened by him, which is a lie). Serafino has been told that Riley is a drug lord and is now out to kill him. Kulikovia and Recolitus seems to have stopped posting though...

Also Mr Toadin needs talk to Riley about his inceident in the Rabante

Serafino heard people talking in the corridor. He looked around the corner and saw a man pointing a gun through a smashed doorway and another man behind him. What the hell? Has someone been sent before me? Better keep low profile... He took the cover off a large rubbish bin and put his carbine inside with the barrel facing downwards for easy access. He carefully closed the cover, unsafed his submachinegun and walked to the corridor like he had absolutely no business with Riley or the two men.

Calstall's phone rang, "Hello" he replied. It was Anderson telling the owner of the Four Queens was dead. "So, Javis or someone else hired a hitman to kill him." He then remebered the man. He ran up and to Riley's floor. "Riley, somebody killed the owner of the Four Queens. We think that drug lord SOB Javis or someone else hired a hitman. Riley, word is that someone thinks your a drug dealer." he yelled at Riley's flat.

Toadin walked into the flat. "Go out the window," he said, acutely aware of a presence in the corridor, "We must go now." He signaled to Riley. He shut the door and gently put the bed up against it. That'll hold till we are outside the window. He went out before Riley, he looked down there was a set of stairs one floor down. They had to jump. He jumped down, making quite a loud clanging sound. "Follow me! Move!" He said, running down the steps. That man would be hot on thier trial.

OOC: Sebytania how did your man get from the Four Queens so quickly?

OOC: Hmm, time-warp? Nah, I assumed it was quite close, and he certainly does have a fast car.

Serafino heard something pushed towards the door, shouting and a loud clang. What the hell? Damn right he knows I'm after him! Gotta get outside and damn quick! He quickly grabbed his carbine from the litter bin and started running down the steps.

OOC: Waiting for Riley.

"Where are we going?" shouted Riley, being pulled out of his flat pissed him off. I could just shoot this bastard and run. He looked behind him, thi nking about that hitman soem-onje mentioned, and clutched his nailer, what if he has a sniper? He put on another burst of speed.

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