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| Long way from home (rp) | Started by: Vincent_diMartelli on Dec 02, '08 18:38 |
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"stay as long as you like friend. As for your brother, if you start acting odd ill blow his face off with my 45." Leggio stands up and pushes his chair in and puffs his cuban "I have some stuff to do but now, business, you know how it is, but i will be back tomorrow to make sure you are settled. You look tired, get some shut eye and we talk tomorrow." And with that leggio left the saloon with a big cloud of smoke behind him |
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| Reply by: Luciano-Leggio at Dec 03, '08 07:03 | |
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Vince sat back with a sigh, he felt slightly safer, but he wasn't going to feel like himself until he finally was able to get his pistols back. The matched Eagles his father had given him weren't worth much, except to him. They should have belonged one to each twin, but when Mikey turned out to be a man lacking respect, his Godfather, Mr Steele, had given them both to him as a sign that he didn't trust mikey, he should have been expecting it. He should have known his twin would try something. He still wondered if any of his old friends were going to show up, he really didn't want to have to go to detroit to look up his friend. He'd sent all the letters to all the old drop boxes, they knew his city, now he just had to wait. Finally, after getting himself a square meal he turned in for the night, sleeping with the borrowed pistol under his pillow in case of trouble. The next morning he decided to 'borrow' a car from someone who was nice enough to leave it unattended, and take a look around the city. Chicago had changed since the days when his father had been here. His father had died shortly after leaving the city, leaving his twin boys to fend for themselves with only his promises of protection to lead them through life. And it was Vince who found out the truth. It was Vince who had found his father's old journal, it was Vince who had found out that his father, long ago had been a cop. Not just an informant, but a cop. And one day, they asked one favor too many, and he lost his badge as a result. He never regretted it, he said in his journal. But Vince had to wonder. Now he was left going back into the city where his father had worked undercover armed only with a metal pipe and a borrowed pistol. He sighed. This was not likely to go well, at least not until he found his old friends. Vince carefully turned toward the downtown, and left the car in a conspicuous place where it was likely to be returned to the owner. |
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| Reply by: Vincent_diMartelli at Dec 03, '08 20:13 | |
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