NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Man this thread moves fast.

Jim Andrews, the security manager picked up the phone and redialled the S&P number.

"Hi, this is Jim Andrews, security manager at the Doubloon. Could I arrange a meeting with Ken Paul for about three-thirty?"

"Excellent, why doesn't he come here? It will save us some time."

OOC- this forum moves so fast. and i wasn't here yesterday

Ken Paul ran into his Anaheim office, and said,
"I'm so sorry Natasha, I slept in again."
Natasha, Ken's secretary, said,
"It's all right, you got a message today from a man named Jim Andrews. He wants to see you for some six-month security estimates."
"Niiice", Ken said, "What time's the meeting?"
"At fifteen thirty."
Ken looked at his Swatch, it was 1327
"Shit, and I'm not even dressed nice."
Ken was not wearing the most apropos clothes that one will wear for a buisness meeting; a grey tanktop shirt, showing his gunnery seargent rank on his arm, and blue jeans. Both items of clothing had the appearence and the smell of being worn for too many hours without being washed. Ken ran into his office rom. He closed the shades and began taking off his clothes. With only boxers on, Ken began putting deoderant and clolgne in order to cover up his smell, even though it would make it worse. He put on a light blue dress shirt and navy dress pants. He put on a navy blazer on top of the shirt.
"This looks professional", he thought.
He walked out of the room, realizing that he had cowboy boots on.
"Give me that hat", was what Ken said.
"Why, it is my brother's.", Natasha said.
"Look at these."
Natasha looked down and saw the boots.
She gave it to him, on the condition that he will give it back.
Ken walked out of the apartment, and his Saab 9-3 convertible cruised down the highway to the Golden Dubloon Casino

The Manor

"Hold on a second," Lance put down the phone, "Theres something were missing, this guys acting like he holds all the cards, there must been someone watching us. Everyone get into the basement, they can't hurt us there."

"I don't understand why you are so keen on us returning the weapons, the Revs are a weak gang. You speak of honor but you are the head of a criminal organization. Returning the weapons is not an option at the moment. Most of them have been fenced. I will pay you the street value of the shipment but you have to guarantee reparations on the hotel and an alliance between our two organizations or at least a non agression pact."

The Irishman on the phone tutted
"Mr Silverstein, you don't get it do you? It's not the money we're interested in. We know the Revolutionarys are in a tough position which is why we sold them discount weapons in the first place. My boss was in a charitable mood that day and when he heard about how his goodwill had been spoiled somewhat it darkened his mood greatly. The money we would get for the weapons is no comparison to what we would have to pay for the refurbishment of this hotel you seen to care so much about. I grow patient of asking this question so this will be the last time, Deal or no Deal?"

"What do you want me to do? I don't have the damn weapons, I can't give back what I don't have. You bombed my base of operations, you not only destroyed my first and second floor, you set cops snooping all over the place. You do not want an alliance? You are making a big mistake, together we could rule this city. One gang alone will never accomplish that."

The Irishman sighed impatiently and said:
"That is another reason behind the bombing. You claim you want to rule this city. That is deeply disturbing to us. If there are two gangs that rule the city then who will we sell our weapons to? Your demand would eventually dry up and oour sort of contact cannot be put on hold. Many gangs and many wars are what we want and what we want is for that to continue. We have many alliances and so no reason why we should accept yours"

a pause

"Am I to presume that you have rejected our generous offer?"

Lance was getting angrier.

"I don't want to reject your offer, I don't see how it is possible for me to hand back the weapons when they have already been fenced. We do not wish to fight you, bloodshed is bad for business. I can't agree to your terms when I do not have the merchandise. Again, what the hell do you want me to do?"

The Irishman laughed, he was enjoying this

"You don't want to reject our offer, yet you do not want to accept our offer. You wish to conquer the city but do want to get your hands dirty. You have some interesting policies Mr Silverstein. Very well. If you cannot hand over the weapons to the Revolutionarys then you will call a truce with them. You will cease all fighting and give them whatever reparations they desire. If you accept this deal then we shall rebuild your hotel. This will be the final time. After this no more deals. It's 'take it or leave it' time. I eagerly await your decision"

"Fine, organize a sitdown and do me a favor, tell those guys on the hill to get the hell off my property."

The Irishman laughed again
"Very well, mo cara. A sitdown will be organised and we can talk through this refurbishment. You will accept the Revolutionary demands what ever they may be. And the men on the hill are as good as gone. This will be the last you will hear from me unless you piss of the Seactana again. Slan"

The phoneline went deadas the line was cut. Negotiations were over.

OOC: NC will be off for a few days so we'll pick this up when he gets back.

The Manor

The convoy of cars drove away from the countryside and back towards the city. "This isn't over," thought Lance,"I think it's time to call up my brother in New York."

The Ceannaire sat back in his chair as the man finished his report. "Good work Comrádaí" he said, "But they won't take this lying down. I think that it's time our cousins in Belfast were updated on proceedings in LA and arm the men"
"Yes Pátrún!" the man said and left the room. The Ceannaire picked up his phone and began to dial a UK number...

OOC: Copycat....no hits til we have this meeting. Agreed?

OOC:Yeah, agreed.

OOC: Agreed

OOC- this forum moves so fast. and i wasn't here yesterday

Ken Paul ran into his Anaheim office, and said,
"I'm so sorry Natasha, I slept in again."
Natasha, Ken's secretary, said,
"It's all right, you got a message today from a man named Jim Andrews. He wants to see you for some six-month security estimates."
"Niiice", Ken said, "What time's the meeting?"
"At fifteen thirty."
Ken looked at his Swatch, it was 1327
"Shit, and I'm not even dressed nice."
Ken was not wearing the most apropos clothes that one will wear for a buisness meeting; a grey tanktop shirt, showing his gunnery seargent rank on his arm, and blue jeans. Both items of clothing had the appearence and the smell of being worn for too many hours without being washed. Ken ran into his office rom. He closed the shades and began taking off his clothes. With only boxers on, Ken began putting deoderant and clolgne in order to cover up his smell, even though it would make it worse. He put on a light blue dress shirt and navy dress pants. He put on a navy blazer on top of the shirt.
"This looks professional", he thought.
He walked out of the room, realizing that he had cowboy boots on.
"Give me that hat", was what Ken said.
"Why, it is my brother's.", Natasha said.
"Look at these."
Natasha looked down and saw the boots.
She gave it to him, on the condition that he will give it back.
Ken walked out of the apartment, and his Saab 9-3 convertible cruised down the highway to the Golden Dubloon Casino


Jim Andrews met the man on the wide steps leading to the casino entrance, signalling for an attendant to take the convertible around the back for parking. Smiling, he held out his hand and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Jim Andrews, head of security here at the doubloon. If you'd like to follow me then I'll show you around."

Leading Ken Paul into the main foyer, Jim Andrews paused to point out the various security features of the casino.

"As you can see we have cameras covering the front entrance and the main floor, we're looking to get more installed to cover the rest of the building before long. We have roller shutters to cover these glass doors and windows, fairly heavy duty things..."

Two suited men in sunglasses stroll past and Andrews nods at them, waiting until they are out of earshot before continuing.

"As for personnel, we have about thirty guards on the main shift and minimum five, but they aren't the most professional outfit in the world. Our contract is up with them in a month and I'm not keen on renewing it."

This wasn't entirely true of course, the casino paid protection money to the LBA and the guards they sent over were at least presentable. But the organisation had clearly stated that they didn't have the manpower to handle the casino and still maintain control of Long Beach. Hence the need for a professional outfit, heck, it wouldn't cost more than they could handle and the LBA would still be right around the corner.

Jim Andrews met the man on the wide steps leading to the casino entrance, signalling for an attendant to take the convertible around the back for parking. Smiling, he held out his hand and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Jim Andrews, head of security here at the doubloon. If you'd like to follow me then I'll show you around."

Leading Ken Paul into the main foyer, Jim Andrews paused to point out the various security features of the casino.

"As you can see we have cameras covering the front entrance and the main floor, we're looking to get more installed to cover the rest of the building before long. We have roller shutters to cover these glass doors and windows, fairly heavy duty things..."

Two suited men in sunglasses stroll past and Andrews nods at them, waiting until they are out of earshot before continuing.

"As for personnel, we have about thirty guards on the main shift and minimum five, but they aren't the most professional outfit in the world. Our contract is up with them in a month and I'm not keen on renewing it."

This wasn't entirely true of course, the casino paid protection money to the LBA and the guards they sent over were at least presentable. But the organisation had clearly stated that they didn't have the manpower to handle the casino and still maintain control of Long Beach. Hence the need for a professional outfit, heck, it wouldn't cost more than they could handle and the LBA would still be right around the corner.

Ken Paul kept on walking, thinking how much this will cost the guy,
"Thirty men", he said, "and how big is this place?"

"Big enough, as you'll see. We've always operated under the assumption of protection from the local business association, and we've procedures in place with the local police and fire service of course."

"Besides the check in and foyer area here we have two large open floors. Poker, craps, roulette, you know the sorts of thing. Three smaller private rooms behind those provide alternative facilities for our more wealthy clients. There's also an arcade with slot machines and computerised gambling and a smaller one for entertainment."

"There are two bars, one on the main floor here and one on the second floor to cater for the restaurant and twenty suites up there. The top floor is divided into two sections, a group of conference rooms for let and the administration centre for the business."

"Security office is here on the main floor through a reinforced door, we have a terminal here in the foyer and one on the each of the other floors."

OOC: Anyone up for a heist on the casino a la Oceans 11?

OOC: Go for it, but you might as well make a spin-off thread since it will take a lot of posting and I don't want to dig through the squabbles of assorted irishmen, jews and freedom fighters to find every post.

OOC: If I can get a decent team together I'll do it.

"Big enough, as you'll see. We've always operated under the assumption of protection from the local business association, and we've procedures in place with the local police and fire service of course."

"Besides the check in and foyer area here we have two large open floors. Poker, craps, roulette, you know the sorts of thing. Three smaller private rooms behind those provide alternative facilities for our more wealthy clients. There's also an arcade with slot machines and computerised gambling and a smaller one for entertainment."

"There are two bars, one on the main floor here and one on the second floor to cater for the restaurant and twenty suites up there. The top floor is divided into two sections, a group of conference rooms for let and the administration centre for the business."

"Security office is here on the main floor through a reinforced door, we have a terminal here in the foyer and one on the each of the other floors."

"And is there a hotel?"

OOC: Anyone up for a heist on the casino a la Oceans 11?

OOC- It can't be an exact copy, though

OOC:ok

"Well, not as such, but we offer accomodation. I'm told that the main clientele is out of town businessmen and such like, they find it relaxing."

"Well, not as such, but we offer accomodation. I'm told that the main clientele is out of town businessmen and such like, they find it relaxing."

"Okay, I need to see the vault and the security camera room."

"Of course, if you'd like to follow me."

Andrews leads him toward an unmarked door set into the wooden panelled wall, it looks strong and has no handle or obvious way of opening. A handheld radio is produced from somewhere and a few phrases are exchanged, Ken Paul might also notice a security camera in the wall above them swivel to focus on their faces.

The door rolls open after a moment and they head down a set of stairs into a dimly lit corridor. A security terminal, unmanned, sits a little way down the passage and behind it is another door, this one sheathed in stainless steel. Jim swipes a keycard in the terminal and pushes the door open, revealing the security office.

The medium sized room is lit by the dim glow of a dozen monitors mounted on the far wall, these show views from the security cameras around the casino, although one is switched to a sports channel. Beyond the row of three computer terminals is a rack of five rifles, complete with a glass front. A key for the cabinet hangs around the neck of the lone guard on duty.

"OK, so five men would guard this thing, I think."

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"You can also access the vault through this room, although the main entrance is around the rear of the building."

Andrews indicates a hatch in the floor with a combination code on it.

"That's mostly used for service but it opens into the vault. The main door opens into the rear foyer, that's solid steel and needs an access code and visual ID to open."

"The fortnight's takings are loaded onto an armoured car from a local firm and taken to the bank. We pack the coin and notes inside the vault at the end of each day, so it only takes about ten minutes to transfer it all to the vehicle."

"You can also access the vault through this room, although the main entrance is around the rear of the building."

Andrews indicates a hatch in the floor with a combination code on it.

"That's mostly used for service but it opens into the vault. The main door opens into the rear foyer, that's solid steel and needs an access code and visual ID to open."

"The fortnight's takings are loaded onto an armoured car from a local firm and taken to the bank. We pack the coin and notes inside the vault at the end of each day, so it only takes about ten minutes to transfer it all to the vehicle."

And I need to know this right now, am I responsible for the transport of the money or is someone else gonna do that?

"Another firm handles that, securiCorp or something."

"Another firm handles that, securiCorp or something."

Okay, so can I give you my quote now?

"Of course."

Okay, 10 for each pit. Pit bosses. 5 at the entrance. 15 to patrol the outside. Three armed. One for the bars. Ten for the top. Three for the vault. And five for the security room. And some administrators.

Mmmmm. . . for a 6-month deal. . . that will be $5 million.

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bump- okay im back

Kash sat in his office waiting for a phone call from the paddys, he needed to know what the hell was going on on there side.

bump- come on some one must be on

Reverend Mcalpin drove to the Red Tray Eight HQ, got out f his car, and began walking toward the guards stationed at the entrance. As he walked, he flipped the safeties on the guns in his robe, in case the guards weren't as friendly as the other gangs he had talked to.

Rev. Mcalpin walked up to one of the guards and said: "I am here to see the Red Tray Eight leadership."

OCC: i will be on in one hour.

The phine in Kash's office rang after a while. He picked up the phone and listened to the Irishman on the other end:

"I speak for Fianna Seactana. You and the Mafia will meet in the docklands of Topana Beach at 12.00pm tonight. You will each only bring one car. Slan"

The same message was sent to the Jewish Mafia and an entirely different message was sent across the Atlantic to the small island of Ireland on the UK's West Coast

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LAX Airport

The private jet carrying the men from New York landed and the 20 men departed. They were only here as a precaution but Lance had a sneaking suspicion that shit would hit the fan at this little rendevous. The men would hide in the shadows heavily armed in case something went down. Lance would be attending in full body armor and an armored car. He wasn't taking any chances.

OCC: im having alot of interuptions, Alversia i will be on in like 1 hour, i will post in the allied nations thread to so dont go to far.

The two Lancers prepared to drive to the meeting place. One would supervise the peace talks and the other would turn up if things got out of hand. With everybody briefed and tooled up, the Lancers screeched out of the gate and headed north.

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"That will be fine, provided you supply your personnel with everything they need, firearms, uniforms and so on."

Ther will be armed. . . some more than others.

1 SUV from the rev hq sped towards the meeting point.

IN the car

Rev: i hope this works, i want to live a little longer you know what i mean.

Rev2: ya, an ambush would be really fucked up.

1 SUV from the rev hq sped towards the meeting point.

IN the car

Rev: i hope this works, i want to live a little longer you know what i mean.

Rev2: ya, an ambush would be really fucked up.

Behind the car...
Blue and red lights flash. A police cruiser speeds along behind the SUV. The SUV was going twenty miles over the fourty-miles-an-hour speed limit. To the cops, this was just a standered speeder. Write a ticket, give a warning, be off. Little did they know...

driver: oh shit, be cool you guys.

the SUV pulled over, the men in the back hid there weopons in there coats.

The cop car pulled over behind them. One cop stayed in the car as the other went up to the driver's window. He motioned for the driver to roll it down. "Sir, you were going 60 in a 40 mile an hour zone. That makes for a ticket off-" The cop broke off when he saw the unmistakable bulge of a gun in the passangers pocket. The cop drew his pistol. "Freeze! Hand me the gun and get down on the ground, hands behind your head!"

He got out of the car with his hands on his head. the other passengers drew there guns, rolled down and aimed at the cop.

Rev: Drop it fucker!

The other cop smashed the passenger side window and Tazered the passanger. The he aimed his pistol into the back of the van, ready for any others.
OOC: How many people are in the SUV? Just two?

OCC: five heavily armed men (2 have folding AK-47s the other two have glocks)

the rev tweaked out while being tazerd, the other members gave them another chance to stop.

REV:Drop it or we will fire on you.

The two Lancers screeched around the corner and saw the Rev SUV with the cops, "Shite!" One of the men in the car said. The Lancers flew past the cruiser, doing over 100. They had to be at that meeting first

Topana Beach Docks
Lance sat in the passenger seat of his personal souped up Mustang. He was calm, there were 20 heavily armed men close by if the meeting went bad and the rest of the gang was in a safehouse far from the city. His personal bodyguard sat in the drivers seat and two other high ranking men, Jack Grossman and Jason Siegel, sat in the back. The Mustang had bulletproof glass and internal armour plating, nothing was getting through it.

Lance loaded his trademark gold-plated Desert Eagle as he waited for the others to arrive. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it.

"Shit!" the cop in the car yelled. He turned on his radio. "Dispatch 3, this is Cruiser 438. We need backup in apprehending some armed suspects. Please advise." "Cruiser, we've got units 262 and 957 heading over. A helicopter has also been dispatched. Hold until then." Moments later two police cruisers and a police helicopter come over to the area. Cops armed with pistols and shotguns jump out. The helicopter buzzes overhead with a megaphone. "Get out of your vehicle with your hands up. You have 20 seconds. If you fail to comply, we will be forced to open fire." Suddenly two Lancers fly over the road and speed away. The helicopter breaks off and follows the cars, leaving 10 armed cops and three cop cars behind to handle the gang members.

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OCC: okay im going to have to think this situation over lol

OOC: Well if your men are captured then I forsee a huge gun battle between my gang and Seactana with possible police intervention. Considering that, I think its best we relocate and reschedule the meeting.

OCC:oh i think im going to have a gun fight with the police, i think i have a good chance.

OOC: Either way, theres no way we can hold the meeting tonight. Police attention is bad.

OCC: hep we gotta reschedule.

OOC: RP a gun battle or your guys surrendering, we can't just ignore this.

OCC: ya but not right now i got to go.

OOC: I agree, the meeting will be rescheduled for a later date

The police helicopter would lose the two Lancers as they flew around a corner and dorve into a warehouse out of sight from the helicopter. The chopper gave up and returned to the Rev's car.

Across the way from the surrounded gangmembers and away from the window so it couldn't be seen. A bye with a ciggarette in his mouth, set a MINIMI up on it's bi-pod and watched two others do the same. He waited for the signal from the Pátrún

At the Mafia headquarters, a phone rang. Once answered the man stated "I speak for Fianna Seactana. The meeting has been compromised and will be rescheduled. We will call with the place and time" he hung up and promptly cut the phoneline before leaving the phonebooth and walking into the crowded street.

The helicopter pilot made a note of the warehouse's location, then returned to the SUV. 10 cops, 7 with pistols, 3 with shotguns, crouched behind their cars, waiting for something to happen. The chopper hovered, it's megaphone blaring. "Get out of the car and lay down, hands behind your head. This is your last chance. Get out now or we open fire!"

The man with the MINIMI glanced through the scope of his weapon. He could see four cops crouched behind one car. He smiled to himself, one burst and he could take them all down. He was waiting for the Revs to make a move. They fought, he fought. They surrendered, he went home.

The two cars backed out of the warehouse and joined the main line of traffic back to the coast. They didn't even own the warehouse so it wouldn't matter if the police raided it. They'd find nothing but a few crates of fish and a dead dog.

There was no answer to the police demands. A state trooper hefted what seemed to be a grenade launcher, and fired. A canister smashed though the windshield of the car and began spurting tear gas. Should any of the gang members attempt to escape the cops would be on them in an instant. Already cops were attaching gas masks to themselves and wading into the gas, pistols out and ready. Should any gang members actually escape, the police chopper could track them using infared.

the gas came into the car, the men chucked a HE grenade at the cars, they griped there guns tight and exited the vehicle, they ducked behind the SUV tryinng to get a better view of things.

The Irishman squeezed the trigger slightly, still waiting for the first shot. He looked throught he scope at the back of a Policeman's head...

OOC: I'm assuming a HE greande is your average frag grenade? Your guys should be in pain and have alot of blurred vision right now, so don't put up much of a fight. People who have tear gas used on them generally want to go dunk their head in a river before anything else. Also, Alversia, what weapon does your guy have? A sniper rifle?
IC: The grenade flew and landed on a pilice cars roof, then went off, blowing up the car and damaging several of the cars around it. The cops rushed over to the other side of the SUV, one gang member charged them, rifle blazing. One cop went down with a gunshot to the chest, but another cop squeezed off a shot from his pistol, hitting the gang member in the head, killing him. Six cops surronded the back of the SUV, and leaving three police men to guard the cars. One cop dragged his injured commrade away, and the remaining five surronded the gang members, ready to fire and end their lives if neccissary.

THe members had there guns aimed at the police, this was so tight.

Rev: We want to talk this out, you dont want anyone dead, do you have a negotiator?

A few seconds later a police officer came into view. "I am the police negotiator. Lay down your weapons and let yourselfs be taken into custody. We won't harm you. If you resist, most of you will end up dead. Please don't make this any harder. All we want is to ask you a few questions. Who knows, we might even eventually let you go free. But only if you cooperate with us."

Rev: okay what's the questions?

the other men were sweating uner there ski masks, they would be in prison or dead.

"Lay down your weapons and accompeny us back to the station. We'll have someone talk to you there."

The leader nodded the others dropped there weopons and held there hands on there heads.

Rev: lets go chief.

OOC: Xiscapia, my people had MINIMI LMG's with Scopes on.

IC:
The Irishman lowered his gun and swore, he looked over to the other two at the windows and signalled to them. They nodded and all three packed up their guns and calmly strolled out the back of the building and into the waiting Lancer. They skidded down the road and flew away from the Cops into the night's traffic

OOC: Ok, but I don't know what any of that means. Weaponry is not my specialty.
IC: The cops packed the Revs (4?) into two waiting patrol cars. They took the dead Rev out in a body bag and an ambulence came and got the injured cop. The Revs were taken to the downtown station and locked up. They're SUV was impounded. Under guard, the leader was taken into a room with a two-way mirror and a police intterigator. He sat down at a small wooden table. "This conversation will be recorded. First of all, where were you going in such a hurry?"

RL: It was business, we lost something and needed it back.

"What, exactly, did you lose, and who were you trying to get it back from?"

RL:We lost weopons and i will not say who.

"Weapons? What kind of weapons, exactly?"

The Irishman thought for a moment "Jesus! If he talks about the weapons, we could be in serious trouble!" His Comrade beside him nodded, "DO we have our man on the inside?"
"We do"
"Then make him keep an eye on that interview. Too much yakking then..."
he dragged his finger across his throat.

RL: Weopons, does it really matter.

"Ah, but it does. Assualt rifles, Uzis, grenades, sniper rifles, their all illegal to own. Let's say this: You tell us who you're after, and we'll go after them for you. But we need you to trust us. We don't want anyone else to get hurt."

RL: That sounds good comrade, but what will happen to us.

The Cop walked over to the room that the Rev was being interoggated in. He took one look at the Policeman in front of the door and said "My shift" he had a Southern American drawl. The other Cop looked relieved as he left the corridor and left the man standing there. He placed the back of his head to the door, he could hear faintly what was going on inside.

i will be on later.

SIC:

Lance picked up the phone and called Seactana.

"Hello my friend, it seems the Revs have been captured. They will surely sell us out to the authorities, what should we do?"

The man laughed into the phone "Comradai. We have taken care of it. If he so much hints at either of our names then..." he made the noise of a gun going off "...I assure you, our names are quite safe"

RL: That sounds good comrade, but what will happen to us.

"Should you cooperate with us, you'll only get a few months jail time, with bail. Simply name who stole your weapons, and who you got them from."

SIC:

"They better not say anything, I will not go to jail over some bullcrap weapons heist. Oh and speaking of weapons heists' I got a shipment in from Israel, brand new TAR 21 assault rifles along with a crate of Deagles. You wanna come down and take a look?"

The man on the phone thought for moment before answering
"That would interest us very much Comradai. When and where"

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At the policestation, the Cop outside the door listened intently while leaning against the door. The Cops walking past the corridor didn't even notice his presence.

SIC:

"Midnight tonight, MD Imports down at the Docks. Its our front for smuggling, send one car. I hope this is the beginning of a successfull partnership."

"We'll be there" the phone went dead.

Within half an hour, a Lancer was screaming across town towards the Docks

MD Imports, The Docks

The Lancer came to a halt infront of the gates of an enormous compound.

"Identify yourselves and we shall open the gate" a voice said from a loudspeaker.

"Fianna Seactana" the man said. In side where four other men, all wearing Balaclavas and sporting AK-104's

MD Imports, The Docks

"Enter!"

The Gate slid open letting the car through. Twenty men carrying AK 103s walked out of the building to welcome the Irishmen.

MD Imports, The Docks

Four of the Irishmen got out of the car and walked towards the group. The man in front smiled, nodded and said "Dia Duit, Ma Comradai. Where's this shipment then?"

MD Imports, The Docks

"The Boss himself wishes to show you a sampling in his private office. Please follow me."

The man led the Irishmen into the compound and up a flight of stairs. After walking several paces down a hall the man stopped by a grand door with gun racks next to it.

"Please leave your weapons on these racks. No loaded weapons are allowed in the Boss' office."

The Lead Irishman nodded and he, along with his men, handed their rifles and pistols to the man. They waited to be shown in.

MD Imports Compound, The Docks

The man leading the Irishmen went over to a panel on the wall and slid it up revealing a number panel. He quickly typed in a long string of numbers then pressed his thumb to a gel pad beneath the number panel. The door opened and the man gestured for the Irishmen to enter. A voice sounded from inside the room.

"Welcome, I am Lance Silverstein. Glad you could make it."

"Glad to be here" the Irishman said, straining to see the speaker, "I understand you wish to do business"

MD Imports Compund, The Docks

"Yes, I have a shipment of Tar 21 assault rifles brand new straight outta Israel. They are great for close quarters battle due to their bullpup configuration. They are super accurate and more reliable then the M4. But I am boring you with such talk. Would you like to see this weapon in action down in the firing range?"

OOC: Incase you don't know what the TAR 21 is take a look (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar-21).

The Irishman nodded "I'd like to see these weapons very much but also, can my men have their weapons back? We intend not to be the ones to fire the first shots"

MD Imports Compound

"Of course, I'll have them brought to you in the range. We can take the elevator, its right through here."

Lance pointed to a set of wooden double doors in a section of the office. Next to the doors was a keypad and a control panel. Lance walked over and pressed several buttons causing the doors to open.

"After you gentlemen."

The Irishmen walked through the door, not quite sure what to expect

MD Imports Compound Basement, The Docks

The elevator began its descent and reached its destination quickly. Lance stepped out and the Irishmens weapons were returned to them. Lance was presented with the TAR 21 that he would demonstrate to the Irishmen.

"Make yourselves at home, I have plenty of ammunition, suppresors, whatever you need. I'll begin the demonstration momentarily."

The Seactana men took their weapons and stood near the door, awaiting a demonstration of the new hardware.

In the courtyard, the lone driver stood leaning on his car, gun lying on the passenger seat, smoking at ciggerette, waiting for his Comradai to return.

MD Imports Compound, The Docks

Lance picked up the TAR 21, inserted a magazine and pulled the cocking handle. He took aim through the standard mounted RDS and fired. He fired several shots in semi then switched to full and emptied the rest of the magazine.

"Well gentlemen, what do you think?"

The Patron nodded, "I think I like this weapon very much. How many and how much though Comradai? that is the question"

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"Well if you buy individually I can sell them to you at 850 dollars a rifle, thats cheap considering retail is nearly a grand. If you buy by the crate, which is 25rifles, I can sell you each crate for 20k."

RL: Sorry comrade, all i was told was that i was to go to a sight, andget the weopons I dont know who these guys are, and even if i did, i would never give up a comrade. Be careful who you lock up.

MD Imports Compound

"Well if you buy individually I can sell them to you at 850 dollars a rifle, thats cheap considering retail is nearly a grand. If you buy by the crate, which is 25rifles, I can sell you each crate for 20k."

Irishman thought for a moment and nodded, "We'll take two crates at $40,000 then. We'll take it now if that's ok"

RL: Sorry comrade, all i was told was that i was to go to a sight, andget the weopons I dont know who these guys are, and even if i did, i would never give up a comrade. Be careful who you lock up.

The Cop continued to listen through the door, one wrong move and that Rev was dead, it seemed like he wouldn't be needed now, but still, best to see the Cop's reponse.

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"Great, can you fit two crates in the Lancer or do you need to call a truck? Oh and I need the payment before you load them up."

The Irishman said as he went into his back pocket, "Our Lancer will be sufficient" he took out a wad of banknotes, "$40,000, right there" he gave a bundle over to Lance.

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Lance took the wad of bills.

"Good, now lemme just call the boys upstairs and have them load the crates into the Lancer. Great doing business with you gentlemen."

He went over and shook the lead Irishmen's hand then picked up his phone to call the boys upstairs.

The Irishman nodded and returned with two men to the car to await the crates

RL: Sorry comrade, all i was told was that i was to go to a sight, andget the weopons I dont know who these guys are, and even if i did, i would never give up a comrade. Be careful who you lock up.
The interrogator's face became hard and his eyes went cold. "So be it. If you don't wish to cooperate with us, that's your choice. Be mindful, your list of crimes is long: Speeding, assualting a officer, resisting arrest, concealed weaponry, and posession of illegal weaponry, just to name a few. You and your buddies are going to be spending a long time in prison. In fact, with the way the general populance is so fed up with gangs, you might even get life. Who knows? I'm afraid you've missed your chance. Take him away." he ordered the two police men, and they handcuffed the Rev leader and took him back to his cell, banging into a cop outside the door on their way out. The intterrogator stared at the cop. Funny, he thought, I haven't seen him around... But the next second the man was gone, and the interrogator dissmissed it. After all, it was a large police force...

Kash picked up the cell phone and called the Sectana. the phone rang and he left a message,

Kash: as you have heard, some of my boys are in the shit right now, is there any way you could get them out?

In prison

the 4 revs were in a cell, thinking on what there leader was doing.

Rev: I dont know, maybe we should have gave them up, after all they were a rival gang.

RL: And get shot by the jews, no way, we need to get out of here somehow, watch your backs.: he looked at the others in the cells.

The man on the phone thought for a moment, "We'll take care of it" he said.

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LAPD Station

The Cop at the reception was bored. He was waiting for his shift to come to an end so he could home and sleep. He'd been up all day. There were only a dozen or so people in the waiting room, several men with Police escorts and all the rest were young men. He was too tired to think anything of it. A cop came up to his desk and said "I was told to leave this package here for a Detective Lowry" The Cop yawned, "Put it there and I'll scan it through" as the second cop put the package down he went into his coat pocket. The Receptionist was too slow to react and recieved several bullets through the chest as a result from the mans silenced pistol. Several other Cops in the room attempted to draw their weapons but were cut down by the other people and Cops in the waiting room.

The Cop signalled out through the door and men carrying AK-104's and Uzi's came into the station. The other men were handed guns and Balaclavas, they waited for the signal. The Leader pressed a button in his hand.

All over the station, small patches of explosive had been placed in sutle places, a fire extinguisher, someones file, an office. They all went off and caused carnage all over the station. Cops were flung out of their chairs and off their feet by the blasts. The Seactana men moved forward rapidly, through the smoke and the flames. Any Cop who emerged was gunned down. They arrived at the Cell Block and shot the Cops guarding it. The trap was sprung, "Follow" the man said

MD Imports

The two Mafia soldiers loaded the Lancer up quickly. Just as they were about ready to leave Lance ran out and up to the Seactana men.

"Hey guys, I just heard about a huge explosion down at the Police Station. The same place where the Revs were being held. What do you guys know?"

The men shrugged, "Boss tells us nothin'" he said as he got into the front passenger seat, "It's safer that way. I believe our business is done?" The driveer gunned the engine into life.

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"Yes, once again, good doing business with you. Open the gates!"

The gates slid open and the Lancer departed.

The men ran threw the smoke and out the station, they ran for there lifes towards an ally way, and hid behind a dumpster.

LAPD Station

The Cops were becoming better organised now and two Seactana men fell in a heap in front of the reception desk. Their Comradai picked them up while others gunned down any policeman foolish enough to show his face. The men ran out of the burning station and into several unmarked Police Cruisers outside. They flew off, sirens wailing towards Topana Beach.

Rev smiled: We got out, lets get home.

the men signaled a taxi and headed back to the base.

The Seactana men, abandoned the Cruisers, flnging them into the sea. They were sweaty and satained with blood. They casually walked back to their own homes and continued with thier lives. It was 2.00am.

Casualty for Storming the LAPD Station
3 Seactana dead
6 Seactana wounded

Californication Hotel, 12 noon

Lance picked up his cell as he sat in his room. He dialed the number for Fianna Seactana.

"I heard your boys got into a bit of trouble during that prison break. You guys need a spot to lie low on? I got a place on Catalina Island."

The police chief sat in his undamaged office, reading over a damage report. It had been only minutes since the fire department had gotten here, but flames had already done significant damage to the building. The damage report read:
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4 Poilice Men killed
7 Wounded
1 room firebombed
5 Cilvilians killed
12 Wounded
5 Prisonars escaped
3 Police Cruisers stolen
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SWAT and State Troopers had been dispatched to find the culprits, but the search had so far turned up empty. Suddenly a cop rushed in. "Sir," he said, waving a thick folder of papers, "we've captured one of the cruisers!" The chief grabbed the papers and read though them. The police cruiser had not responded to the calls, so other cruisers had rammed it off the road. It had crashed into a ditch and exploded, killing all inside. The bodies were those of the Revs, but the leader had somehow escaped. So had the men who had bombed the place and killed all those people. The chief clutched the papers in a trembling fist. He would hunt those men down, and capture them. Barring that, he would kill them.

The Seactana men said over the phone, "They have already departed for Taiwan. Our friends in government will insure they get Diplomatic immunity"

The Seactana boss was satisfied withtheir nights work. A shipment of brand new assault rifles and a destroyed Police Station to boot. There was absolutely no link to the gang, so far as he could see. He'd taken careful precautions to ensure that any links to the Seactana were dead ends. He watched out the window as the latest supply of Vietnamese Drugs were loaded into vans bound for Clubs and Local Dealers. He smiled, a very good night.

Kash called the sectana: Hey, did you get my boys out? If it was you hell of a job, they sadi you were in and out so fast. We will be needing more weopons comrade here is my list.

30 AK-47(folding stock if possible)
10 Glocks

this should be a very small deal, so you pick the place and time.

The man on the phone laughed "They were released from jail but where they went afetr that is not my concern, Comradai. Your order can be fufilled, tonight at the Topana docks 12.00am. One Car. Don't be late. Slan" he hung up

the car this time, did the speed limit and carryed no weoponary of any kind except some knifes. and it was the same men who were driving it minus there fallen comrade.

The two Lancers were waiting at the docks. Eight of the men carried AK-104's and two more had MINIMI's set up on the car's hood. They were taking no chances

the SUV pulled up and they unloaded.

RL: Alright, im tired, lets do this quick.

the other 3 quickly started grabbing the weopons.

the RL held out a hand with money in it: Here it is $20,000 US dollars.

The Seactana man took it quickly, he wanted this done as fast as possible. He then loaded the men into the cars and flew off back down the coastal road.

the revs did the same, and when they arrived they showed the weopons to there leader, and he distributed them.

10 Miles Off Catalina Island

Four speedboats of heavily armed Mafia members sped through the water. They were getting ready to intercept a drug boat coming out of the East rumoured to be holding over 1 million kilos of opium. The Jewish Mafia wasn't in the business of dealing drugs directly but they regularly sold unfinished product to others who would refine it.

The boat they were heading for wasn't huge but it wasn't small either. It was a 75 foot yacht that had been converted by one of the drug cartels for smuggling. These boats were slow but could carry a lot and blend in with the rest of the boats in the area. There was an estimated 20 men guarding the shipment. They obviously didn't expect trouble, how wrong they were.

OOC: That'd better not be my drugs shipment!

If it is, my people will defend it.

OOC: No, its a different shipment but feel free to try and stop them and get caught in the crossfire.

OOC: If there's 1mil kilo's at least some of it Seactana drug

OOC: No, this is just a huge shipment coming in that will be distributed. Only the cartel owns it.

OOC: No, its a different shipment but feel free to try and stop them and get caught in the crossfire.I'd rather not have a bunch of my men and women killed for no reason.

OOC: So the police are just gonna ignore this?

OOC: They can't ignore what they don't see.

OOC: Thank you for bumping this thread, I missed it.

IC:

The speedboats pulled alongside the boat and everyone but one man in each boat threw a grappling hook and climbed onto the boat. The guards were quickly dispatched with bullets from Tavor 21's. Only one Mafia member had been injured. The men quickly ran into the hold of the ship and began unloading the crates of opium. They finished quickly and planted a bomb in the hold as they left. As the boats sped away a huge explosion was heard and the yacht sank.