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The Tower Sends their Regards Started by: Charlie__Pavanno on Sep 14, '18 16:49

Timeline: A Month After The Ottawa Goods Deal


The Blackhawk Restaurant ~ Job: The Little Mouse

Sitting in a booth of The Blackhawk was Chucky Pavanno, he was currently enjoying some fine Scotch Whiskey, as his fingertips traced the glass with a tender touch, almost as if he was touching a priceless statue. He was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed many Made Men of The Ivory Tower walk into the Back Room of The Restaurant. Chucky does nothing but watches as the doors swung shut with a light thud, only to him, it sounds like a gunshot, because it reminds him, he was a mere Associate and had yet to earn his standing within The Family.

While Chucky had done well with The Black Market Deal, he had yet to be truly noticed, and it did not bother him, considering he was paid well for the job and was recognized by a few Higher Up Associates. Only now he hoped for a true mission where he could prove himself, Chucky was about to call over the Waiter, wanting to eat a meal, but before he could, The Doors of the Back Room had opened up once more, a deathly silence had fallen over the bar for a short while. 

The Pianist had stopped playing, looking towards Don Isabella Luciano whose face was the epitome of a Cold Mask, no one knew what to do, until the Don continued walking, with her armed escort of Bodyguards following after her. She soon exited The Resturant and The Friendly Atmosphere was back on as if the sun had started to shine again over the coldness that had been there a second ago. 

Chucky wondered who had enough balls to piss off the Boss, only soon enough, he was greeted with the sight of his Handler and Right-Hand-Man of The Family, Lushie. She continued to walk over towards him until she sat down opposite him, she greeted him with a faux smile, that Chucky could tell was for simple formalities, Lushie was tense and for good reason, The Boss had been angry about something, and Chucky guessed that it had to be solved, whatever the problem was.

"Lushie, Nice to see you, What is it you need of me?"

While saying this to Lushie, Chucky had taken a small sip of his whiskey. He was trying to relieve some of his own tension that he felt, as he placed his glass down, he noted that Lushie was looking at him with narrowed eyes, almost like she was trying to see if he was alright with The Life, something that had Chucky, nervous. He knew that he had not done anything wrong, or disrespected anybody in any form. So, he had to wonder, what was the look for?

"The Boss has heard news of a little duckling in our midst, someone who wants to keep 'Quacking' to the wrong people. It seems this bastard has joined up with The Durden Crew, we want to know if he has associates within our group, if anybody has the same agenda as him, that The Luciano's should not be ruling Detroit,"

Chucky quickly caught onto what Lushie was talking about, there was a Rat, someone who was selling information to other Famillies and possibly The Feds, if this was true, then the Rat would need to be taken down before they could anymore damage to this 'Thing of Ours' and Chucky could tell what Lushie was talking about Associates. She wanted to see if he was still on the up and up, to see if he had the balls to do what needed to be done.

Masking his face, like one would do a robbery, Chucky's face was devoid of emotion, his eyes were blank, his blue eyes were like ice and if one were to look into them, they would be stopped right in their tracks, wondering if they were face to face with Death himself. Chucky leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper, but he knew that he would get his point across to Lushie, who wanted to make sure that he was still loyal and Chucky knew what he needed to do.

"Tell me what I need to do, Tell me where he is, and I'll make sure that the Pig ain't doing more squealing,"

Lushie allowed her lips to twitch into a cold smirk, she knew he was not the rat, but they needed to cover all the bases and unfortunately, all the Associates were questioned in terms of their allegiance to them or to the more brutish factions of Detroit that had no honor or understood the true concept of 'Family'

"Take these keys, go to 12th Street, you should find The Duckling in the little Bastards Territory, its a placed called The Slaughterhouse. No doubt that'll he have some back-up, maybe a couple armed guards, make sure they remember not to fuck with us Chucky! The Boss wants it done by the end of the day!"

Chucky nodded, taking The Car Keys and draining the rest of his Whiskey, he stood up with ease, the alcohol not affecting him even a little. Soon, Chucky walked out through the back entrance and found himself staring at a Black Ford Model A, it had tinted windows, something that Chucky found lovely. 

Entering the car, Chucky found Guns, Bandages, and A Ballistic Vest. He now thanked God that he had made the Deal with The Ottawa Traders, otherwise, he was sure that he would be going in with only a Pistol and His Brains. Driving towards 12th Street, Chucky found that this would be his first time killing someone, his fingers started to spasm a little, and he knew what it meant, but still, he knew what he to do.


The Killing of The Slaughterhouse Durden Crew and Jackie Potts.

Stopping his car was Chucky, he had on a Ballistic Vest, A Revolver tucked into the Ballistic Vest Pocket and a couple of bandages to patch him up if need be. Chucky placed his hand on his M1 Garand Rifle, he grasped it firmly as he stepped out of the car. Up Ahead, he could see the abandoned Slaughterhouse that was used as the Base of Operations for the 12th Street Durden Crew.

Taking cover behind the Car, Chucky did a quick Hail Mary prayer and took a deep breath, as he aimed at the head of one of the Durden Members, time seemed to slow as Chucky took aim. In a fraction of a second, all that would have been heard was the soft click of the trigger as Chucky fired his gun, the bullet flew through the air with such speed, soon the bullet found its mark, as it went through the eye of the Durden Member, who offered no dying groans, only falling to the ground like a sack of flour.

"Who The Fuck is out there!? Show yourself, coward!"

Soon five men of The Durden Protection squad that were supposed to be protecting Jackie Potts, The Traitor. Chucky had quickly hidden behind the car once more, their eyesight was not the best, considering they could not see the car and Chucky found himself lucky in that regard. He soon jumped back up, taking aim once more and opened fire like a War Veteran.

Out of the Five men that were supposed to protect Jackie Potts, Four were dead, with various bullet holes in their body, while the last one was trying to crawl away with the little life he had left. Only this little Coward did not note that Chucky was walking beside him with an eerie calmness about him, as if he had found his true calling in life. Chucky took out a switchblade and thrust it deep into the back of the Durden Coward, who had now stopped his movements and was finally dead.

"Jackie Come out! It's over! You betrayed the Family, and you know the rules."

If one thing could be said about The Rat, Jackie Potts, it was that he came out swinging to the last round, Jackie had come out firing a Revolver towards Chucky, who with swift movements, had dove to the ground and took aim, firing two shots of his own revolver into the legs of Jackie Potts, who groaned and fell to the ground, but still had a grip on his gun. 

Chucky walked over, knowing that Jackie could not take a shot with his legs still being a pain to him. Chucky kicked the gun away from Jackie, knowing that this was the final moments, Jackie soon released a painful breath of air, Chucky did nothing but watch.

"Why'd you do it, Jackie? You were nearly Made, but now, you fucked up and The Boss pissed, The Luciano's have a hunger for blood now, every Durden Member is going to be hanging from every building in Detroit soon enough. All because of you and your information, why?"

Jackie turned over, his face smudged with dirt, his face covered in sweat, one would be able to see that his pants were stained with a rapidly turning dark red. Jackie released another breath, his eyes staring up at the sun with a small smile.

"What I was to them? I watched them all get made, you know how long I was an associate of The Family, Two Years! Two fucking Years and I got fuck all in return, The Luciano's don't give a fuck, so I decided to branch out and make my own legacy, and I ain't the only one Chucky, maybe it'll be you next, but they already got you killing people, so maybe it's too late for you kid. Look at me, Jackie Potts, The Sole Survivor of The 12th Street Durden Crew. Do what you gotta do kid, I'll let me and god sort the rest out..."

Chucky crouched down next to the Jackie, he released a shaky breath, and stood back up, knowing that he had a job to do, but he could not help but allow the words of Jackie to get stuck into his mind, echoing like it was a mantra of some kind, Chucky loads his Revolver and aims it towards Jackie's head. Chucky looks ahead, not having the heart to look Jackie in the eye, as like an Executioner, he delivered the final words.

"Don Isabella Luciano Sends Her Regards...."

*BANG!*


Crows scattered once they heard the gunshot as if a life was being sent up to heaven, they flew with determination, not knowing that Charlie Pavanno had just committed his first act of loyalty towards The Ivory Tower...

 

 

 

 

 

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