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The Fall of Luck is the hardest fall of all: Part II Started by: Charlie__Pavanno on Nov 16, '18 15:08

South Philly - The Policy


"How'd it go? Did you gather any information? And how many guys were there?"

Charlie asked as he placed a smoke in between his lips and lit it, leaning back as he inhaled and closing his eyes, awaiting the report from his Right-Hand, who seemed a bit reluctant in giving him the news. He would only wait for a while, before demanding answers, Charlie had long been the doormat for many people and it was time that ended, only he knew that his long-time associate was probably trying to find the best way to inform him of this news. 

"Well, Charlie here's the thing. We got some news, it seems The Pier was hit and yet, we never got any news from Jack Mezzo, William Bowden, Joe Adonis, or Arturo Stigliori. None of them heard anything, I sent a couple of the guys to go deal with the fallout."

Charlie cracked open his right eye, it was as clear as the blue sky that this had shocked him, enough that he stopped smoking and soon stubbed it out in an ashtray, just shortly after lighting it. He was worried what this could mean for the family, possibly the business, but he knew that he could not let that get to him. 

"That's all? What about our casualties? Did you grill them anymore? They might have some operations on our turf for all we know, we need to know these things and whoever you got this information off, was the key to finding it out."

He noticed that Alphonse had shifted on his feet, looking a bit nervous and it was here that Charlie leaned forward, his elbows coming off the desk and he motioned for Al to take a seat, this was going to be something important and he wanted to know what the fuck he did. He reached down and got a bottle of scotch whiskey, soon pouring them both a glass as he looked at Al with a small smirk.

"So, who was this guy? He must be important to the Irish and by the way, you are shifting like you're on a fucking boat, I guess that you are clearly worried about how I might react. Tell me, who was this guy? And we'll see how I react, eh?"

Al nodded, before reaching for the glass and drinking it all in one gulp, not leaving anything, wanting to be able to tell his boss without fucking stuttering, but still, he believed that he had done well in the mission that was given. Only he never expected one of the hands of the Irish to be at the bar like common scum. 

"We took out Kol Lingard, one of the bigger names in the O'Connell Faction. He stated something about The Pier and now I am wondering if there was an attack that we ain't know about, but we are planning to take over the bar and turn it into a Social Club, the question everyone is truly wondering Boss, is whether or not we strike against the Irish?"

Charlie sighed, understanding where he was men were coming from and nodded his head, but spoke out before Al got the wrong idea and started whacking anybody without his approval. Which could mean bad news for their crew, he leaned back, getting comfortable and giving orders to Al.

"You find out who was behind the attacks and if you suspect a hint of luck, kill everyone involved, that is an order. From there, clean up around the shops and remind the fucks that they should inform Race St of when shit goes down in their territory. Get going."

Al stood, walking out, with these attacks, calculated and done with ease, he had no doubt that someone was assisting, but he doubted that it was one of the Cordelia Siblings. They would not one to completely remove their family from the good graces of the Midas Reaper, Charlie Pavanno.

Either way, Al was not going to ask questions, he was to do a job and he was going to do it with perfect ease...

'Let The Good times roll, indeed...'

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"Are we really doing this? Why!? Don't you understand, we're going to die for doing this and we are doing it anyway. It means that we are going to die like the foolish men that could easily fight another way, we have connections and yet he goes the macho route, he wants to show our hand!? Kaleb is going to be the death of us all..."

Sitting in a rundown backroom was a couple of the Irishmen, they were discussing the current events, trying to see if they could find a way to survive in the war they found themselves in. The Businesses they owned were being stormed and burned to the ground, Charlie and his men were not allowing a single business of their's to survive and yet, here they were now.

"There is nothing we can do, besides do the deed ourselves. If we wish to survive, then we have to do something that proves our loyalty to the new organization that is invading our territory..."

Declan, Leader of his own remaining Irish Members, knowing that they would look to him for answers, yet, he knew not what to do. He had many choices and many that could pay off, yet the only thing he knew that would be a guaranteed pay-off was joining forces with Charlie Pavanno and finally, hanging his head, he knew his choice...

"Gentlemen, let us organize, its time to make a choice...."

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