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| Shots Fired | Started by: Cambeno_Killa_Gotti on Mar 13, '15 04:37 |
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*Yawns* The sun forced it's way through the blinds, slapping Killa across his face. He woke up and began his daily rituals....wash up...pray...and eat. If Killa was anything in this world it was God Fearing. Being in the type of environment he came from you had to be or get swallowed up by these cold hard streets. Since the rendezvous with Scarfo a lot had changed, for one he owned more suits than the law allowed...and moved to the south side of Philly in some fancy hotel above one of the local bars owned by a fellow earner. He also had acquired a midnight black 1932 Maybach Zeppelin DS 8 driven by his newly hired bodyguard compliments of the Boss Tony. You see what Killa took away from that meeting with Scarfo was that if you want respect you had to earn it, and look like a boat load of cash in the process. Before heading downstairs Killa checked his watch to see how long he had before the driver would be outside. "Another day....Another dollar." Killa said to himself looking out the window noticing his car rolling up. He made his way down through the bar and informed Nighthawk_ he was going to the airport. He had got a tip about the price dropping extremely low in Vegas and was capitalizing on this opportunity. Nighthawk_ gave him a briefcase with 100k and a Colt Detective.38 inside it. "Safe travels" The well groomed mobster said then continued the conversation with the beautiful blonde. She seemed to be intrigued grasping every word from Nighthawk_. "So the guy is hanging on my shoes crying and I'm like........" Killa walked outside and entered his vehicle. He instructed the driver to make his way to the airport. The driver complied and handed him a cigar from his collection. On the way there Killa went over the numbers in his head. "$5000 a kilo...25 kilos...plus another 20 for Hawk." This would be a nice pay day for Killa and his chance to kick something up. "We got a tail Mr Cambeno." Tail...it wasn't uncommon for someone to be followed by some brown nosing cop trying to make chief. No worries...it would be a simple stop and they would see who was in the back seat and being that he had a couple agents in his pocket... stop and go. Killa looked back only to notice it wasn't a police car nor a detective. He signaled the driver to lose them and went through the briefcase nervously searching for the revolver. ***POP PoPOP*** The passenger side mirror exploded causing the driver to swerve. Killa ducked and checked to see if the colt was fully loaded and indeed it was. Bobbing and weaving through traffic the Maybach danced from one lane to the other. Killa peeked over the back seat but was forced back down as shots rang out. "SHIT!!! SHIT!!! SHIT!!!" Killa wondered to himself...could this be a hit, but from who and why? Seconds went by as Killa pondered over the last couple events and couldn't seem to come to grips with his current situation. More shots rang out followed by a blown tire. ***BOOM!!!*** The driver slumped over and the 6000lb car went out of control trampling a few pedestrians before flipping into an abandoned warehouse. Killa braced himself and clutched the .38 tight almost letting a shot off. Landing on the roof of the car, Killa heard the footsteps approaching along with the engine leaking what he hoped was oil. He was folded in the car like a unborn baby in its mother's womb. Unmovable...Killa tried to make out the shoes through the front windshield covered with blood and brain fragments. The driver had took a bullet straight through the head... "Damn I just hired him" Was this it...Killa tried to moved but was pinned in. The footsteps drew closer and closer before the sound of sirens echoed. The unknown assailant quickly ran back to his vehicle disappearing from the scene. Killa had never been so happy to see a pig in his life. He could care less about the cash scattered all over the car, he now had bigger problems. Later that day after being treated for his minor cuts and bruises Killa made the call to Scarfo..... |
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