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Vegas Trip: Attraction of Missing in Action | Started by: ThomasGatto on Mar 30, '13 12:22 |
Ambition can easily consume those who possess it. It is a folly that needs to be kept in check, consulted when appropriate and regularly satisfied. Much like a broad, however, the events you are about to learn of are somewhat less appealing to the mistress who frequents my evenings, and more for those who might have the tendency of letting their ambition take charge of their priorities. |
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It was quiet outside the comedy club. As quiet as it could be in the City that Never Sleeps. There was no line of folks waiting at the door to get in. Laughter and raucous boasting could be heard from inside which caught the attention of the random passerby on the side street. A young man with too many drinks in him sloshed by the street light that Silke was standing under. An older gal with a devious sparkle in her eye clung to the lad's arm, as if she was too intoxicated to keep up without his assistance. She was very easy on the eyes, especially the way the dress hugged her body, accentuating her curves. She noticed Silke looking her over and met his eyes with a furious challenge. Giving her a wink and a smile, Silke nodded towards the lad and shook his head, knowing what would happen next. She would be a fun evening affair if not for that devilishness behind her glittering green eyes. Or maybe because of it. . .
The back door of the club slammed open, wrenching Silke's attention away from the thieving seductress. Perhaps the young lad would get away with just being robbed, allowing him to experience future life lessons. The bloody mass two moderate sized men were tossing behind the dumpster in the back alley wasn't so lucky. It's time to go to work. . .
Silke crumpled the paper map in his hands that he was pretending to look at and gestured to the two men as he stumbled towards them. “y’all seen a petite Asian beauty run by?” Silke slurred. “She couldnda gone far!” The Goomba closest to Silke started to shoo him off, “You shouldn't be out here.” He pulled out his gun and began motioning towards the street leading back to the main strip with it. “You better get on somewhere before it gets dangerous for you!”. Just as he finished, Silke drunkenly collided with the man and was roughly pushed away. Furious, the man started to raise his gun towards Silke, who gave a startled look of inebriated confusion. Anger melted from the man's face and was replaced by his own confusion. He glanced down at his ribs just as the second Goomba arrived to investigate. His shirt was wet with a dark liquid that was spreading. Realization dawned on him as he started to raise his gun again and the anger returned. Silke quickly dropped the paper map which was now bright red, and in a flurry of motion, grabbed the man's wrist, broke his arm, and slammed his head into the second Goomba's skull. The first Goomba crumpled to the ground in a heap while the second was reeling from the blow to the head.
Silke snatched up the paper map from the ground and advanced towards the remaining Goomba. A glint of light reflected off something metallic at the end of the paper map just before it was jammed into the man's throat. Gurgling and spluttering, the Goomba attempted to scream for help as he ran back to the back door. Grabbing the shirt collar of the first Goomba, Silke dragged his lifeless corpse back to the dumpster where Cicci's body lay. The other Goomba had fallen to the ground just in front of the back door and finally stopped moving.
A commotion was beginning to stir on the side of the comedy club. A small crowd was gathering and a few of Las Vegas' finest were heading this way. One officer had his name badge partially concealed so the name couldn't be read.
Quickly moving to the dumpster, Silke took the knife that the paper map was crumpled around and put it in Cicci's hand. He hesitated for a moment over the once loyal officer. Cicci was a smart man for a copper. It was the first officer Silke turned and had working for him. It was unfortunate that his usefulness had come to an end, but he was about to be exposed in the department. Silke would have preferred to do the deed himself; give the man at least that much respect for his good work.
The police were getting closer. After digging in Cicci's coat pocket, Silke looked up from the dead man and met the nameless officer's eyes. Throwing a quick wink and a smile, Silke dashed through the open back door. . . |
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Reply by: Silke at Mar 30, '13 12:28 | |
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Thomas had barely made it out of Drapes office when he heard the goomba's shuffle in through the back door. He could only smirk at the thought of the scene they were discovering. There was little time to enjoy the moment, however. In hindsight, Thomas considered that a knife would have left Drape alive and raised his chances of escape. The meat-heads would have focussed more on saving their Dons life than pursing his assailant, or at least bought Gatto some more time while they desperately pumped his chest and frantically tried to stem his life fluids from pouring out over the carpet. Either way, the deed had already been done and Tommy had completed what was required of him, regardless of his own fate. |
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Reply by: ThomasGatto at Mar 30, '13 15:36 | |
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Silke wasn't sure what to expect upon entering the building, but it was a better option than staying outside with three corpses and coppers starting to swarm, especially when one of the corpses was a cop. After swiftly shutting the door behind him, Silke surveyed the area. He was standing in a moderate sized storage room circled by shelves full of paper goods, tablecloths, and napkins. Grabbing one of the tablecloths, he moves a chair near the door and patiently waits. Predictably, the door busts open and one of the officers steps through with his gun out front. Silke knocks the officer's arm down with his elbow, making him drop the gun, and then wraps the tablecloth around him. Once the officer is secured, Silke kicks the door shut again and lodges the chair behind the handle, making it temporarily unable to open. Alone with the immobilized officer, Silke takes another chair and sits down next to his quarry.
“We don't have much time before your boys bust down that door, so let's get down to business.” Sillke states matter-of-factly. Looking into the officer's eyes, he is recognized as the one with the partially covered name badge. “It seems you've been working closely with Cicci, so you must know who I am.” Motioning to his covered chest, “Covering the name was one of our signs we used when working together. Made it harder to identify who the 'officer in charge' was and let us work anonymously through the system.”
The nameless officer stared at his assailant furiously and started demanding to be released immediately. “I am a police officer and WILL NOT be treated this way! There will be consequences for-” he started shouting, but Silke cut him off in mid-sentence.
“I said we don't have much time, so shut up and nod your head yes or no” Silke said sternly, his agitation showing clearly. “As you can see, Cicci is no longer working with me, so I am in need of someone that can take over his 'duties'. Either you can be that special officer, or you can go visit Cicci on the other side. But you need to decide quickly. . . maybe this will help”. Silke pulled out a bundle of cash from his jacket pocket and waved it in front of the nameless officer. “This is a down payment for your services tonight. More will find it's way to you once my colleague and I are safely out of this city. Then we can discuss future dealings in more detail under more civilized conditions.”
The officer's eyes glazed over at the sight of the cash, greed settling in just as expected. “I think we can work something out” said the officer, not taking his eyes off the money. Silke nodded as he let the tablecloth loosen around the officer's body, allowing him to free himself and grab the money. “This is what I need from you” Silke begins. “First you need to get the heat off me and my colleague, Then . . .”
A little while later, Silke found himself looking into the main room of the comedy club from the kitchen door. The place was in full swing. The staff was hustling about to serve drinks or clean up messes made by the noisy patrons who were just as busy fondling serving girls as watching the show. There were a good number of 'security' folks scattered throughout the main room.
“Pretty smart kid” Silke mumbled to himself as he noticed a waiter mingling through the rest of the staff, staying out of sight of 'security'. “Doubt I would have thought of that.”
A shapely hostess caught Silke's eye. His attention would have lingered on her if the front door hadn't suddenly burst open, black and whites pouring inside the main room. . . |
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Reply by: Silke at Apr 03, '13 05:08 | |
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Gatto was grabbed firmly by the collar and dragged into view of inspection by one officer who was clearly flaunting his own importance. The red-faced, blonde moustache looked him up and down for a few moment as chaos erupted around them. Drape's Wise Guys were hesitant in their reaction, looking to each other for guidance on the situation. Most of them were clobbered as they grasped desperately for their firearm, still undecided as to if they were to defend themselves or surrender. The grim fate of their boss was still unbeknownst to them, so the calamitous response was probably one of fear, the fear of doing the wrong thing. |
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Reply by: ThomasGatto at Apr 03, '13 21:11 | |
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