(OOC: OPEN RP PEOPLE)

Castro stood towering over him like a blood thirsty beast. Wavering the gun over him, Castro pushed the safety back in and put the gun back inside the holster. Castro, turned around, pulled a chair and sat on it the wrong way round. 

So.

Castro started off with a sigh.

It took me a while, to find you. But I found you at the end didn't I. Actually, YOU weren't so difficuly. Ya see, i'm still having trouble finding your buddy. 

By this time, Castro stood up and took the gun out of his holster using it for emphasis. 

Now, i've found you. And i'll find you again. And again. And again. But. I don't wanna look for you, anymore. To be honest, I can't be bothered anymore. However, I need to finish this off. You've been a nuisance for too long.

Castro, placed the .44 tip gun on the gentleman's forhead. 

Please, please. I'll do anything. I'll run away. You'll never hear of me again. Remember that heist, we did together I've still got the money, left. If it's money you want, you can take it. But please, don't kill me. I'll tell ya where Aldo is.. 

Go on.

He's up in downtown Chicago, by himself. To get rid of attention. It's a small area. You'll find him soon enough.

Thanks for the information. *Castro sniggers* I'm still going to kill you, though, haha.

Ohh, Danny. Danny, Danny, . I thought you were going to be man enough. How the fuck are you pissing yourself?

Danny Santino, looked down with tears running down his cheeks and noticed that there was a huge wet patch inbetween his crotch. Not being able to bare the sight anymore. Castro, lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. 

Castro, looked around the room and noticed it to be a safehouse. There was one run-down chair. One plate and one cup. There wasn't even a bed it was half a mattress. Castro, then clicked his fingers and a couple henchmen came in from the other room and carpet-rolled the dead-body to dispose of it.

Found Danny. And I now know where Aldo is. Need to finish this bullshit once and for all. Castro holstered his gun and stepped out of the house. He took out his phone and made some calls. This was going to be difficult and castro needed help. 

Sweeney was at home lying on his roughed up blue couch. Wrapped up in a ball with his head on the pillow. Relaxed and snoozing off to a Louie Armstrong record he had playing in the corner of his house. The phone starts to rang. Sweeney jumps and lands on the floor under the coffee table.

Damn. Scared the shit out of me.

Sweeney's always been a bit jumpy from the smallest things. He takes a sip of his last nights Mtn Dew then walks over to the phone.

He yawns: Who's this?.....Castro. Hey bud.... He was interuppted by Castro. Alright man. Just meet me at my place. We'll talk. You know where it is?.......Yes; same place. See ya man.

Sweeney hangs up the phone and goes to sit down on the couch and sits back waiting for Castro to show.

Castro arrived at Sweeney's house which wasn't far from Danny's infact it was so close that he walked there, not wanting to waste petrol. Just as he was about to knock on the door Sweeney pops up zipping up his fly. And finds a woman half-naked lying on the floor. Sweeney invites castro in and tells him to sit down. Castro walks over to the woman and tells her to get out of the house.

We've got important business to talk here, now scram.

With that, she stood up, scowling at Castro. Gives Sweeney a kiss on the cheek. And seductively walks out of the house. Castro, sits down on an armchair and Sweeney sits on a leather couch. And the men, begin to talk.... business.

Sweeney sits on the couch waving bye threw the window to the women.

Not half bad right. Sweeney laughs.

Anyways, so you found where Aldo is; correct? Well why not go after him now. And, not waste your time calling for me?

Sweeney looks at him in his eyes. Takes a drink of his Mtn Dew.

I thought you would know better Sweeney, you've got a wife and kids, haha. Yeah, i've found where Aldo is. But he's a tough mother-fucker and I can't take him by myself. I need a couple of guys. But I already owe ya. So whatever, you wanna do now. We'll go do it. Then were gonna fly to Chicago and finish it once and for all. Something, my father failed to do. 

Castro, wonders at what Sweeney's reply will be. 

Eh, she played me on. Being polite and say "yes". Anyways, I have no one to ask. You better be looking. But, how about we go to Chicago now and find them? Hmm.

Sweeney looks over to the picture of his wife and kids then takes a sip of his Mtn Dew.

Haha, alright then mate. Listen, pack your stuff we'll be gone for a few days minimum. Im gonna need some money and some muscle. I think I know where to get them. Meet me outside my car's around the car opposite that speak-easy.

Castro, then proceeds to walk out the front door.

Aldo pulled into the alley behind his apartment, and climbed the three stories to his small apartment. As he got to the door he saw a nail. He opened his door to see a note nailed to the inside of his door, and his apartment ransacked.

What the fuck happened!

Aldo tore the note off of the door and stared at it.

                                            Aldo,

                                                                     We've found you.

He dropped the note and ran. He practically fell off of the stairs and onto his car, below. After he got to the ground he ran out of the alley into the streets, nearly getting ran over. He saw a black, old, sedan and hijacked it. The only thing that he had left was his clothes and his gun. He needed a disguise... Time to grow a beard.

2 hours earlier

Castro and Sweeney drive up to Chicago and park at the address that Danny hinted at. After roughing up a few goons who coughed up the actual address Castro parked his black sedan at the back of an alley. Both guys jump out of the car and jog to the back of the apartment with their guns drawn. Sweeney, goes to the front. Castro, goes through the back, smashes the door-window as quietly as he could. Then slips his hand through the gap. With his gun drawn he smashes through the door and aims at every corner in the house along with Sweeney. When they couldn't find anyone, they begin tearing the place apart. From smashing light-bulbs and pulling out drawers to tipping the bed over and ripping the carpet off. Castro, then walked over to a broken table and wrote a note. Once he done that, he pinned it against the wall and walked out with Sweeney like nothing had happened. 

You know, what Sweeney. Let's wait for that cunt and see where he goes off to. I don't wanna kill him just yet. I wanna let this ease on if you know what I mean. 

Castro, takes out a cigarette, lights it, puts it to his mouth and takes a couple long-drags whilst waiting for Sweeney's reply.

Sweeney walks down the steps with Castro waiting at the last step. Waiting for Castro to be done with his cigarette. Sweeney takes out his Mtn Dew can out of his front coat pocket and opens it. Taking a sip of it looking around at the people walking by in the fresh Chicago sidewalks. Sweeney takes a while to answer what Castro said.

So you want to have a stakeout for him and follow him down the Chicago city!? And, have more work to do!?

Sweeney thinks for a second then comes back with an answer.

You know what. Lets to your plan!

Sweeney and Castro walks over to the alleyway and gets in the passanger side.

Aldo's car has long been stalled. He was stuck on the long 66. Somewhere in the middle of fuckin' nowhere, USA, probably between Vegas and LA.

Fuck!

He had no gas, his gun, his mind, and his clothes were all he had, and his mind was thin. He had no idea where he was, or who was following him. But all he could see was desert, and a long expanse of road that seemed to go on forever...

Cross had been assigned his first job, it was a simple one. He was to be a bodyguard for an actress in LA, she was threatening not to complete a film because some crazed fan was stalking her. Usually this wouldn't concern the Republik but it had financed part of the film and planned to make a lot of money from it, the investment would be worthless if the movie wasn't completed. 

As he drove down the desert highway towards Hollywood, Cross noticed a man standing by the side of the road. As he pulled up beside him, he noticed that the man looked seriously dehydrated, as if he had been wondering through the desert for days.

"Hey there, you lost?"

Yeah. Where you headed?

Aldo approaches the car, slowly reaching towards his pocket.

Cross notices the man reach into his pocket but disregards it

I'm goin' down to LA, got some business to take of. Hop in if you want a ride.

Aldo gets in the car and says nothing, but looks out the window, taking his hand out of his pocket.

Cross takes off again down the road. Looking in at the back seat he reaches into his overnight bag and takes out a bottle of water. He hands it to Aldo.

You look thirsty. I didn't catch your name back there, I'm Cross, Cross DeLena. 

Aldo.

He takes the bottle and takes a drink from it.

Thanks.

Castro and Sweeney watch as a man walks over to Aldo and talks to him. After a couple of minutes Aldo is offered a ride. Castro and Sweeney then proceed to follow the car staying with a gap of two average-sized cars. Castro, wonders who the mysterious man is. Maybe, Aldo called him up previously for a bit of back-up. Maybe he's someone that owes him a favor. But no-one offers a stranger who's well-dressed a ride. Well not from where I grew up, you don't.

Hey Sweeney. I'm still not ready to kill him ya know, not just yet. I wanna first find out who that guy with Aldo is.

Sweeney lays back in the passanger seat looking out of the window; not caring about the following Aldo.

Do whatever. I'll do what you do.

Castro looks at Sweeney and shakes his head. Typical Sweeney. Not giving a shit about anything which actually made Castro laugh. But if you piss him off even castro wouldn't want to be on the other side. Castro watches as Sweeney puts a hat over his face and goes to sleep. Now to see, where Aldo's off to.