(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.)

Salvatore stood silent in the closet as he watched these two rival mobsters talk. They were old friends, and a hit was on both of them...

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 downtown, 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 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 pushed 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?

Aldo grins as he pulls his old 1911 out of his jacket and aimed it a Tommy.

I found them. Found this too. Listen, I love you man. But business is business. I saw you talking to officer MacMaron and we don't appreciate rats... The cops that showed up at that other job, guess who i saw there...

Tommy aimed the 1928 at Aldo and fired, Aldo dropped. Tommy dropped his Tommy and kneeled by Aldo... At this point, Salvatore bursted out of the armoire he was hiding in and aimed his Colt snub nose at Tommy. He fired three times, and Tommy slumped over Aldo's corpse. Sal walked over to the phone and called his boss.

Hey, Stil... Yeah, I know the location, we can do the deal...

Sal picked up the note that had the address on it and pocketed it... Then he called the number that was on the note and tried his best to sound like Tommy.

hey, Curtis, that deal was bad... Fuck it, we don't need guards. Sorry man.

Sal hung up and smiled. Then he grabbed a bag of cash that was laying on Aldo's bed and walked out of the apartment.

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The truck pulls up to a group of cars, opposite from another group of cars, with armed guard on either group. Salvatore gets out of his truck and looks around at the people guarding the shipment and he looks at his boss as he gets out of the backseat of one of the cars... Then he looked over at the guys they're trading the cash and coke with... They were as equally armed... Equally powered. So it seemed...

Sal looked at his boss to see what he does.

Stilnox nods to Sal then walks towards the lone black car. The window rolled down as he approached. Sitting alone in the car was their boss, Large Hamster. Stilnox leans down and listens for further orders. He nods along without interrupting Hamster. He then finally stands up and walks towards his car. He signals for his men.


"As previously planned, I want everyone to be extra alert. This could be it guys. If this shit pulls through, we can retire for good."

He then pulls Sal somewhere where the rest of the men wouldn't hear him.

"Hamster wants all of it. The cash and the coke. Got any ideas?"

Sal gets pulled aside and listens to Stil...

Yeah... I found some explosives at that apartment I ambushed for the intel... Lets just hope that the guys we're trading this with don't try and get smart, eh?

Stilnox smiles at how clever Sal could be. He remembers the time when he got them out in a situation where he thought he would have ended. Stilnox nods at Sal and pats him on the back.

"You'll handle that part. I will go talk to the Russians. Finish this deal quick."

He whistles and raises his left hand.

"Let's get this show on the road boys. Remember, one funny move, shoot the bastards!"

Stilnox walks over to the far end of the dock, where his counterpart was waiting, surrounded by heavily armed men.

"You came with an army Vasily." Stilnox jokes then greets his Russian customer. Vasily in turn laughs, then shakes Stilnox hand. As they were exchanging pleasantries, Stilnox runs quickly through the plan in his mind. They exchange goods, Vasily hands the money, Stilnox hands the drugs. They part ways. A driver would come by and pick him up. . . .

"A DRIVER! DAMN!" Stilnox cursed silently in his mind. . . . "Sal forgot my getaway driver!"

Sal turns and walks to his partner and whispers in his ear.

Get a car, make sure stil gets out of there alive... If not, I'll feed your balls to a goat.

Sal turns around and approached the Russians with another suitcase... They were lounging and drinking, not intent on leaving... Lazy Bloshevs...

Here. A complement of the Italian mob. As a welcoming gift to America... There's a 3 number lock on the case and the only way to unlock it is to figure out the code... I have no idea what it is...

The Russians take the case and fiddle with the lock... Sal walks back to their group and hands Stil the detonator...

There you go... That went pretty smoothly...

Sall perks up and hears sirens in the distance, growing louder...

the siren got his attention

"What the.... You're trying to screw us Vasily!" Stilnox takes out two pistols, one in each hand and points it both at Vasily. His men did the same, rifles and pistols were trained on the russians.

The Russian seemed perplexed with what happened, but they drew their guns too. It looked like it would turn into a blood bath.

"What the fuck would you call the cops for Vasily!!!"

Stilnox was griping both pistols tightly... then he spots Sal from the corner of his eye.

The sound of a car screeching into the area turns everyone's attention. From down the street a lone black car flys around the corner, sliding wildly as it does, and pulls up alongside Stilnox.

"Get in. The Banditos have got your back."

Leo looked into his mirror to see the first of the coming police cars come sliding around the corner, sirens blaring.

Baby crawls around on the sidewalk and watches all the cars speed by, not liking the noise one bit. He cries a little at the pain it's causing his little ears to feel.

Stilnox quickly fires several times towards Vasily and his men as he slowly moves backwards.

"Get in!" He screams at Sal who was running towards the other door of the car while trading shots with the Russians.


"Damn!" He cursed as a bullet grazed his cheek. He fires several times then jumps to the back seat and kept his head down.

"Go! Go! Go!" He tells Leo as he reloads. He looks at Sal then asks...

"Tell me you got both briefcase?"

As Paulie speeds onto the docks he see's the Itailians and Russians exchanging fire with each other. He smiles as he knows the party is about to begin. Earlier that day Paulie's Boss,Don MacDre, found out a large deal was going on at the south side docks. He had Paulie and some men "obtain" some police cars and uniforms.

Now Paulie and his men sped into the docks,there cars sliding sideways and halting at a stop 10 meters from the battle. The cars quickly unload with "cops" getting down on the side of there cars armed with Thompsons. Now Paulie got on the speaker.

"Hold it right there you stugots! Don MacDre wants to say hello!"

With that the air erupts with loud and constant fire from the thompsons....

Drizzy was at home smoking joints, when he got a phone call...

"Wassup bro! You know them guns you needed?"

Yeah bro, you got, em?

"You already know! Meet me at the spot. Fifteen minutes. No bullshit, no games. In and out."

Yup, quick and fluent, I'm out.

Drizzy gets his "supplies" and got together with his bodyguards and some friends, and they got into multiple cars, and headed to the spot...

The black car's squealed on the tarmac and created a massive smoke cloud, as Leo floored it and the car launched away. Running down one of the Russians and clipping one of the cars, Leo struggled for control but managed to get the car to slide through a tight alleyway between two buildings. The sides let out massive screams of metal against brick as the car squeezed through.

"This is why I prefer bikes! Pity I had to grab two of you, this is a nice car I'm wrecking to get you guys out of here!"

Turning left onto the next road of the alleyway, the road was clear. Leo slowed down a bit and took a few random turns, glancing at the rear view mirror regularly.

"So, do you have the briefcases?"

Paulie see's the car drive off and turns to one of his men.

"Get three guys and follow that car incognito, hop to it!"

Paulie then turns back and fires another clip off. With the Itailians dead and some Russains left the gunfire started to die down. The Russian drug lord was hiding in a warehouse with 10 of his guys. Soon, Paulie thought, they would have the Coke, Money and valuble information.

Sal looks at Stil in a daze...

Nah, we only have the cash... but I put a bomb in the last case I gave them... If they can't crack the code before you detonate it, then it'll be a second revolution for them...

Sal grins at his joke as he looks at Leo...

So we're stuck, eh?

Paulie hoped in a car with 3 of his guys to go and meet up with the 4 guys he sent ahead. 15 of his men will stay behind and finish off the Russians. As they sped away they started to check their ammo, might have another fight on their hands.

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As Paulie and his men caught up with the others they were tailing the Itailians that left the docks. Paulie and his men behind the car and Paulie's other guys traveling paralell on another street.

"Get ready boys this could get hairy...but first let's see where there headed."