(OOC: This is an open RP, feel free to join, feel free to play along. By joining this RP, you are allowing yourself to be in RP: shot, shot at, punched, kicked, bit, strangled, but not killed. Please don't meta-RP, don't control other's actions like I've seen in so many other RP's. In my opinion, that takes the fun out of the entire role played storyline.    Any words said to each participant shouldn't be taken seriously, this isn't meant to bring any groups to fighting or death.)

Yeah, boss, it'll be done.

Tommy hung up the phone and walked towards the living room of Aldo's four room apartment. He sat down in the rocking chair while Aldo lounged on the couch.

So, Tommy, take it off.

Tommy looked at Aldo reluctantly.

It'll look disgusting, the doctor told me to take it off a few days ago, but I'm pretty sure that it'll be pretty fucking ugly.

Come on, don't be a pussy.

Tommy raised his hands to his forehead, and removed the bandage placed on his forehead. At that moment, Aldo cracked up laughing.

Fuck you, asshole, you could at least be nice about it. It's your fault I've got this in the first place!

Tommy, this... It's fucking... Oh, I'm so sorry...

After a few moments Aldo stops laughing.

You look like... You look like fuckin' Frankenstein!

At those last words, Aldo starts laughing again and Tommy jumps up angrily, knocking over the chair in progress.

Okay okay, calm down Dracula, what's the job.

Okay, disregarding what you said about my plastic surgery...

Tommy sits on the couch, leans over, and gives Aldo a dead-arm.

We have to oversee a drug deal between us and some goons down in New Orleans, this job should be easy. We got any cops on the payroll down there?

How the fuck am I supposed to know, you're the one with the connections, I'm just stuck with ya.

Tommy glares at Aldo.

Whatever, they probably do, so we have one hundred kilos of cocaine, We have to haul that shit from here to there, then we sell it at five grand apiece. Easy money.

Tommy stares off into space and casually waves his index finger.

Five hundred grand, how do you like those numbers, eh, boy?

Aldo's eyes widen at Tommy's last words.

Hell, i could pay off my pop's debt, my ma's funeral, and my sista's wedding! ...   So what do we need to do, just drive it there?

Yeah. Hold on.

Tommy gets up and walks to the phone again. He picks up the receiver and dials in a number.

Hey, Curtis. Call the boys, tell them to come meet us in New Orleans, by the docks.

Tommy hung up and went to Aldo.

Well, we should be good, I just called for guards to oversee the deal.

I thought that was our job.

That's a lot of dough, you really think that two people can watch over our side of the deal, and not get jumped? Ha! You still got a lot to learn, kid.

Well, I learned that you can't do a deal without firepower. Come see what i got with our last job's payment. I already saw what you got.

As they walked to the closet, Aldo snickered a little at his own joke. He walked up and opened the door.

Voila!

Great, you got a bunch of white suit shirts, congratulations.

And you nag at me for not being nice.

Aldo puched the shirts to the side, where a hollowed compartment was made to leave all closet space, and a wooden sliding door was at the back.

This is what I got, you can have the honors.

Tommy stepped forward and slid open the door, he froze in astonishment. What he saw before him was rows and rows of weapons. five Thompson 1928's, four German k1898's, six Colt 1911's, seven snub nosed 1917's, and three pump action 12 gauge hunting shotguns.

And I said you didn't learn anything. Damn.

He pulled out a 1928 and aimed it.

Sights are calibrated too, you did good work. Where'd you get these? 

Found them. Now you ready?

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The freight truck pulls into the shipyard, Aldo looks to Tommy.

You ready?

Yeah.

Good, you worried?

Yeah.

Good. Something's going to happen, it's a big deal, and nothing ever goes to plan.

The truck pulls up to a group of cars, opposite from another group of cars, with armed guard on either group. Tommy and Aldo get out of the truck and walk towards the group of men...

Tommy approached the group of men, his Thompson was slung over his shoulder and his favoured 1911 holstered inside his jacket. Also followed close behind.

Afternoon gentlemen...

He noticed a couple of the men standing behind sniggering at his bandage

'Whats wrong? You gotta problem here?' Tommy lowered his right arm, ready to swing around his Thompson. The men immediatly stopped and lowered their heads, not saying a word. Their boss stepped forward 

Im sorry about that, the young ones these days ... They have no respect

Tommy nodded his head and looked over his shoulder at Aldo 'Yeah, they can be out of order from time to time.' The was a short awkward silence before the elder man spoke

You don't look to aged yourself, how old are you? Tommy was suprised at the question, it was completely off topic. 

I'm twenty-four, but enough personal talk. Lets get down to business, five thousand was the agreed price, I believe?

Melody was taking a stroll after sleeping for most of the day. Mel pulled out a cigarette from her jacket pocket and took out her lighter. With a slight breeze she stopped to light her cigarette. After it was lit she pocketed the lighter and fixed her sunglasses on her nose. As she had done that she saw a fair group of men. Two roups distinguished from the other.

Something big is going down...I feel it...

Mel leaned against a brick wall slightly out of sight and watched as the men talked. She puffed away on her cigarette waiting.

*A couple of weeks ago*

Alonzo was finally breathing in fresh air for what seemed to be decades. Being cooped up in the hospital 24/7 only allowed to eat, shit and sleep was not Alonzo's preffered way of spending his days. Occasionally, his family would come over to pay their respects and wish him luck, but his most dreaded moment was when his boss walked through the double doors into his Alonzo's private room. Now, a couple of days ago, Alonzo was involved in a massive fuck-up involving another family, to cut the story short. He got shot in the same leg twice and left to burn in a warehouse set on fire. However, Alonzo didn't have the nod from his boss but thought he'd surprise him with a shed load of money on his desk. Only a promotion was in his thick skull. As soon as his boss, walked through them doors, followed by his RHM and a couple of bodyguards, Alonzo thought of the worst. Was he going to join his former family members in the morgue or was he going to stay here for a lot longer than the doctors were expecting him to be. Only god knew. When his boss began to speak though, Alonzo's heart rate began to decrease, his body temperature to cool down and his mind to rest. For his boss gave him another chance to recuperate his reputation, he sat down with him and began telling him of a major deal happening here in New Orleans. And that Alonzo was going to lead it. 

*The day of the deal*

Alonzo managed to hire some goons and ask a few family members to join him on the deal. Most of the people here, were init for some quick cash and nearly everyone here wanted to get back home to their families. As long as nothing kicked off, their sorted. But one mock-up from Alonzo and he'll be taking swimming lessons for free... from the fishes. 

Alonzo arrived with three trucks at the New Orleans docks. It was a port with rows and rows of grey warehouses with no gaps inbetween the buildings. Perfect to hold the deal, there was nowhere to run. Alonzo, hired a kid as a lookout behind the buildings just in case something wound up which could potentially harm the deal. He equipped himself with his trusty 12-gauge combat shotgun hidden behind his long-black coat. And along his belt he brought his father's friend, one that never left his side and which was passed down from generation to generation. Alonzo decided to modify it abit before the deal and gave an extra long-barrel and clip. Alonzo, looked back at everyone, to make sure they were ready, one kid looked worried and he told him these words.
"Go hard or go home, that goes for all of you". He turned around and began to walk towards the two men in the middle. Suddenly, Alonzo began to get a bad feeling about this, these men looked familiar but couldn't pinpoint where from. This time he took cautious steps every step or so looking back at his men for reassurance. 

Tommy noticed the man looking at him, Tommy gave a polite smile but then something clicked. He had seen him before. He couldn't remember where, but he knew the mans face. Tommy took a step forward and glanced up and down at the man.

Good afternoon sir, I guess your here for the cash then. You look kinda familiar, have we met before?

Actually yh, your right you are familiar. Your the two punks that shot me in the leg and left me to bleed to death, not to mention left me to burn just outside that warehouse. But enough of that, guessing should be the right phrase. By now you should be on-hundred percent sure that i'm here for the cash and the cash only. I've got the goods and you should have the money. I want this done and dusted within the next couple of minutes. How does that sound? 

Alonzo had been taught from his elders to never trust anyone. And so by being strong and firm to the person your dealing with shows that your not messing around and usually tends to you getting home to your family safe that night. However, go to far and you can spark a negative effect. Alonzo had repeated this line to himself many, many times before. And that's why his boss, had trusted him with this mission.

Aldo was leaning against the truck, he looked to his left, tapped Tommy on the shoulder twice, and told him.

Hey, boss, I see something, or someone, in the shadows over there. I'll go check it out.

Aldo held his Thompson at ready while he ran behind the crates to investigate.

Alonzo, didn't like the whispering which had just occurred between the two men infront of him. When he saw that one of them had left, he decided to get one of his guys to keep a watchful eye on him. He motioned two fingers in the air without looking behind him and a young-man in his early twenties stepped beside, Alonzo. He cupped his left hand on the man's right ear and said.

Keep an eye on that guy and make sure he doesn't slip away and i'll be sure to mention it to the boss. Take on of the other guys with you.

The young man obeyed his order and instructed an older man to follow him, they both slipped into the shadows. 

Not a minute later, Alonzo recieved a phone call from the lookout.

Boss, your not gonna believe this.

Tommy took a short breath of air and looked at the man

So that means you're the guy who left me with this fucked up scar, right between my eyes. You could say we're even now. Alright then, lets get it done. Five hundred thousand was the agreed price I believe. Can we see the coke first?

Shit, get over here you son of a bitch!

The guard who Alonzo had sent was running towards aldo to see blood leaking from his shirt.

Don't tell your boss, just help me patch this up...

Aldo pulls a flask out of his jacket and offers it to the guard, in which he takes and drinks.

Ok. Now help patch me up.

Alonzo, hadn't noticed the scar before but as soon as he did, he took a little snigger to his right and made another motion with his fingers and made a rotation of wrist. This was the sign that the leather briefcase full of coke should be brought to Alonzo. By one of the biggest thugs there, followed by a heavily armed skinhead. As soon as Alonzo recieved the briefcase, he opened it to reveal to the gentleman infront of him of the contents inside. As soon as the man tried to step forward to have a little 'taster' Alonzo snapped shut the case and said..

Show me the money, first?

'Yeah, Alright. Aldo! Bring up the money.'

Tommy waited for a second, not bothering to look behind him, but when Aldo didnt come, Tommy glanced over his shoulder

'Aldo? ... You' He looked at one of his guards 'Where'd he go?'

'Uh, I dont know boss, he was there a second ago' 

Tommy clenched his teeth and grunted, he turned back to look at Alonzo 'Well this is awkward. I gotta go get the cash myself. I'll be two seconds' Tommy turned and walked back to the truck to get the bag of money, doing so he saw Aldo and a guard slumped behind a crate, drinking. Tommy done nothing but would be having a word with him after this was all done. He grabbed the money and walked back to Alonzo...

Alonzo himself began to get worried. Had the men he sent got the wrong message and decided to get rid of him. If they did, Alonzo knew he was well and truly fucked. He looked behind him to make sure his men weren't getting bored and clapped his hands to get their attention.

It's almost over, we get the money and were outta here. 

He looked back at Tommy and began getting restless again. That feeling Alonzo began to get worse. Something's gonna happen he thought. Something big. 

Tommy gave the bag to one of Alonzo's guards as the cocaine was being loaded, Tommy smiled at how efficiently they worked. He turned to face Alonzo again

Alright, glad this went down well. Lets say we put the past behind us eh?

Slowly, the feint sound of police sirens were heard. Gradually getting louder and louder, closer. Tommy's heart rate soared. Suddenly there was a load bang on the main door of the warehouse

'This is the police! You have 10 seconds to exit the building with your hands raised!'

Tommy looked at Alonzo 'You have some serious explaining to do' he grabbed his pistol from its jacket holster and kept the Thompson slung over his shoulder

Alonzo looked around the warehouse, to see that they were completely closed in. Police everywhere. He began dishing out orders and saw that Tommy was doing the same. Alonzo, felt like running after him and shooting him in the back of the head, but waited to get out of this and see what his boss had to say about. 

The trucks, look after the fucking trucks. 

Alonzo, began to get worried. This was his biggest ever shipment he had to haul in and he was responsible. He whipped out his shotgun, cocked it's intimidating barrel and fired in to the ceiling. He reloaded and this time aimed it at one of the cops. BOOM! The bullets impacted on the back of the skull, ripping his head clean off it's shoulders. Blood slowly spurted out the top of the neck before the body dropped. Alonzo kissed the gun and counted. One down and a dozen more to go. I'm coming for you Tommy, you son of a bitch, you and that pathetic friend of yours. He shouted at the top of the lungs making sure he heard.

Tommy stood up on the back of the truck, he swung around his Thompson and sprayed at the front entrance where the cops were spewing in. He heard Alonzo shouting

Dont blame this shit on me! He struggled to shout over the sound of gunfire. He started to shout at his hired thugs, Kill them you lazy bastards! Fucking shoot!

Tommy soon realized he was in a bad open position and got off the truck, he ran to Aldo. He noticed that he was helping one of Alonzo's guards. Tommy ignored him once again and ran to Alonzo who was slumped behind a crate for cover. 

Don't even think about sticking that gun in my face, listen. The only way we're getting out of here with the money drugs AND our lives is if we tag up, we'll never get out with our men blastin' on each other. 

Alonzo was surprised at the sudden outburst of words from Tommy, barged him out the way and stood up and began shooting. He ducked just intime to find that a bullet skimmed past his hat creating a hole the size of his fast in the cream coloured wall. Alonzo crouched on a crate and began to notice how his men were getting picked off one by one. It wasn't going to be long, until he too got picked off. He went over to Tommy, helped him up and said..

We'll talk properly later, right now i'll take you on your offer but try fuck me over and i'll be on you quicker thana ray of light. This is the plan, one sec..

Alonzo stood up once more and shot at another cop this time in the leg making him drop on to the floor, he tried to go for the finisher but one of the cops friends decided to help him and took a shot at Alonzo. It missed completely but it was enough of a distraction to drag his friend out of the way.Alonzo crouched once again, to see that Tommy too was picking off cops, he sat down beside Alonzo, who was already reloading

The plan is this, there's not too many feds left, so how about this. Were going to kill all of them except for one. I've already injured one so he won't be going anywhere fast. He's our guy.

Alonzo noticed that Tommy was as confused as a hungry baby in a topless bar.

Don't worry, I wanna 'interview' him. Do you get my drift? And find out who screwed us over.

I gotcha

Tommy crawled under the truck to the other side where his men were taking cover. He stood up and started barking orders at the un-experienced thugs

Cops only, got it? I see any of you shooting at the locals and I'll shoot you myself! 

With that he got a synchronised nod from his men. He began firing at the flimsy wooden crates the police were using as cover. After going through two drum magazines his Thompson jammed, Tommy cocked it franticaly. Still nothing. He dropped it and swithced to his pistol, but he was running out of ammo fast...

Alonzo, rolled over to another set of crates before jumping over a fallen support pillar. The place was falling to pieces and Alonzo had to duck out the way before another set of pillars fell where he stood. They had to get out of here pretty soon and soon  He managed to get to his hired thugs and told them..

Change of plans, were going to go after the cops only, right now we need as many men as possible to get out of here as soon as. After this, were going to stock up and find out who's snaked us. Now you might go for the obvious and point your fingers at Tommy and his crew but there's something about his tone that makes me believe that he knows nothing about this. So no-one, i mean NO-ONE is to go for Tommy or his crew. Also there's a wounded cop who i've shot in the leg, he is to survive and no-one is to finish him off. He's coming with us, got it! 

Nods of approval from the gentleman around him, gave Alonzo a glimpse of what it's like to be CL. One day! He thought, one day! Ands with that Alonzo, stood up and began firing fearlessly at the police. Now, he just waited for a signal from Tommy.

With his last round fired, Tommy was helpless. He could do nothing but sit tight and give orders. He called to the man nearest to him. A burly man with slicked back hair and an open flower patterned shirt. 

Got any ammo? I'm all out.

The man shook his head and showed Tommy the stack of empty magazines laying at his feet. Tommy ducked back behind cover as a bullet ripped right past his face. Suddenly, the man that was beside Tommy was stuck right between the eyes with a cops .38 special. Tommy flinched as the blood sprayed out and the body slumped at his feet. He searched the mans pockets and found two full magazines for a Colt 1911

'Bastard' Tommy whispered to the dead body as he loaded his pistol. He jumped up from behind his cover and began firing again. He took down two cops, chest hits. The police were now down to just five men. Tommy was in awe that his cheap muscle actually held them off so well. He gave a wave to Alonzo, signalling to go all out and grab the downed officer. Tommy crept around the side of the warehouse, crawling behind crates so as not to be seen. He spots the injured policeman slumped behind a small box, the four good officers concentrating on Alonzo and his men. Tommy fired into the tight group. Cries of agony echoed throughout the warehouse.