Fulmineojr was in the back room of his business. Currently he had no customers but that was okay. The business was always meant to be more of a fort than a business anyway. You see, his shop had many dangerous, wild animals. Some of which he let walk around the shop in the off hours. They were trained to attack any intruders who entered after lock up. Fulmineo had set this up as a way to protect himself from attackers. I mean...would you try to rob someone if you knew there was a chance you could be eaten by an African lion? Or maybe a Siberian tiger? I think not. But apparently there was someone out there in the world who was suicidal enough, or maybe stupid enough, to break into his shop. Fulmineo got up and grabbed his .45 and made his way to the front of his shop. He stayed low as he spotted the intruder. The intruder looked very nervous. How unusual in this thing of ours. Perhaps he was a new arrival? Anyways, it didn't matter. There was only one way he was leaving his shop now. Fulmineo rose from the shadows and raised his weapon.

" who are you?"


(OOC moment: this is now from the intruders point of view)

The voice came from nowhere. And the lack of emotion in his voice had almost made him shit his pants. Thats how he knew that he had the right guy.

" You don't know me. But my father knew yours. I....I came here to ask a favor of you. I know you don't know me but I am here begging you for this favor. I will do whatever you ask of me."

" Why would I help you?"
" Please! Hear me out then you can kill me if you wish"


"Speak" was all he said. I had no idea if he was going to help me or planning on killing me where I stand. But I had to start speaking. I had to convince him. Convince him to rescue my daughter.

" Allow me to start by explaining why I came to you for help. My father had once known yours. He is dead as well. But we played together once. I believe you won. But anyway your Father and Mine had a very profitable relationship. They came into....what you do at the same time. And so I thought that you would help me in honor of our father's memories."


" I see. Continue" Was all Fulmineojr Responded.

" A few days ago, my daughter was kidnapped. Yesterday I received a picture of her holding a current newspaper. Naked. Those bastards are raping my innocent daughter!"

" Why would they kidnap your daughter?"

" I am a Prosecutor. I was working a case against some powerful mobsters. We won. I guess this is retribution."

" What are they demanding?"

" They want their boss released. But I don't have that authority. I can't. I don't understand why they would even think I could. Please, will you help me?!"

" Listen, buddy, I'd like to give you a hand but I can't do anything that might harm the family"

" Please! you have to help me! there is no one else I can think of that could help me!"

" Did you try the POLICE? "
" They are useless in these matters. Trust me I know."

" I'll help you. On one condition. You will now be on the Family's payroll. Without the pay part."


A FEW DAYS LATER

(OOC: Fulmineojr POV)

The interior of the car had gradually turned very hot. It had sat in the same place for 2 days. Fulmineo had done nothing but watch the same building for two days straight. He never left the car. For any reason. Not even to take a leak. He pissed in his water bottle. Luckily he never had to do the other option. Which worried Fulmineo slightly. He had been watching the building closely for any signs that It was the Place. If those bastards were really in there. Raping an innocent little girl....He'd kill each and every one of them. After finding out from Matthew that the Mobsters he were prosecuting were from Delaware, he knew exactly who was responsible for this atrocity.

As Fulmineo contemplated what type of horrors were being committed, a man walked out of the building he was watching. A crescent shaped scar on his cheek. This was definitely the place. That was the Infamous adopted brother of one of the top guys in Delaware. His name was Louis' " the face" Hunt. Anyone who ever got an up close look at him could tell where he got the name from. And it wasn't from his scar. Fulmineo waited until " the face" left and then he exited the car. He then went towards the building. Over the past few days Fulmineo had plotted a way into the building undetected. On his second day of watching he had spotted a small window, which he assumed went into the basement. After doing a quick round of the premises Fulmineo prepped for hi entrance into the building. He arranged his gun and crouched low to the ground. He propped the window open and creeped into the building. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he heard the sound of grunting and muffled screaming. He pulled out his trusty .45 and headed for the sound. And what he found there was one of the most horrifying and sickening things he'd ever seen. He raised his weapon.......

TO BE CONTINUED