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| White Powder On My Funnel Cake | Started by: ProphetOfDeath on Jan 07, '09 23:15 |
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The lights dazzling the sky. Freaks, Greeks, and Geeks lining the grounds. Smell of cotton candy and elephant ears filled the air. This was not your normal setup. Word had gotten round town that a drug smuggling ring had been using a carnival as front, and that it had been toting some major guns, cash, and enough cocaine to fly you around the world twelve hundred times based off its sales. Naturally the mob took interest. Every family wanted a piece of the business in this country, and this crime syndicate wasn't paying it's dues. The problem was figuring out which carnival it was doing the smuggling. They were very nomadic as they all travel constantly and they all employ criminals and other shady types. Needless to say there is not enough pay for hitting a regular carnival and after you figure the cop pay off for such a public disturbance you'd almost always come up short. This had to be well thought out and well planned. After scouting a few carnivals in the major cities, a larger one ran by a columbian man named Horte Ortez in Chicago seemed to be the best candidate. Phantom-Ghost was notified of this and figured this to be a lucky break sending in some of his men to check it out before a hit was setup. ProphetOfDeath and two of Phantom-Ghost's men, Figilio-di-vinci and DontCall-ItAComeback arrive at the carnival dressed as clowns. "Alright you guys, we're going in just to check on stuff. Don't let your guns start firing unless you need to and try to stay inconspicuous." POD says as DCIAC giggles as he doesn't think they're very inconspicuous as clowns. "Hey! I am fuckin' serious. Clown suits or no, we need to scope this place out so we can alert the boss and the other families. These goons have been stepping in on what is rightfully ours." The clown mask hiding ProphetOfDeath's grimace. Stepping through the crowd, the three mobster clowns search out the darker areas of the carnival to stay as unnoticed as possible and to see any action going on. ProphetOfDeath notices one of the 'carnies' walking into a small office building next to the carnival. The place was unmarked, so he figured he might as well try to see if something was going on inside. He walks in, slowly trying to act as if he'd stepped into the wrong place. "You're Late." A booming voice is heard from a very large tattooed man. "The stuff is in the back. Just take one suitcase, and tell Marco that he'll owe us double next time if he keeps taking so goddamn long to sell this shit. We're up to our goddamn ears." The man beckoned. Cautiously ProphetOfDeath, walked to the back to a room filled with suitcases and children filling them with bags of cocaine. POD hiding his disgust takes on of the suitcases and leaves. Gathering back up with the guys at the car. "Guys. I think we may have found our way in." He tells the other two. Arriving back at the boss' office still dressed ridiculously he throws the suitcase on the table of his eager boss, Phantom-Ghost. They just let me in. Guess is they use clowns to sell to various dealers. It was all just stacked up in some room. Didn't see the cash but they had some guards at a door down the hall from where I went in. They got some serious muscle. What should we do?" ProphetOfDeath sits down in front of his boss' desk. |
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Phantom rubs his chin as he begins thinking about the best way to go about this. So they just... let you in? No trouble? Phantom makes a barely audible sound. Huh. Well, first things first. We can't let them know we're on to them. To them, you're just an associate. Phantom-Ghost pulls out a leather bank envelope, unzips it and stops. Close the door will you... Phantom motions toward the door as PoD peers outside, and closes it gently. There's only one thing to do with all this Cocaine. PoD stares quizically. As the door closes, Phantom pulls out a fairly mighty stack of crisp one hundred dollar bills. Pay them for it. Get in with them. Get some more info. We have the place, now we need the tactics. |
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| Reply by: Phantom-Ghost at Jan 07, '09 23:18 | |
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Taking the money and walking out the door, ProphetOfDeath arrives back at the busy carnival and steps into the office building. "You are back early. Usually takes you a while." The large man grimaced. "The boss met me half way this time and wanted to let you know that we should be able to move our stuff much quicker now." POD replied. "Hmm..., alright we'll cut a deal to make shipments go faster with you. I just have to contact Mr. Ortez." As the man is speaking he slides the money bag into a shaft which looks like it goes down into the basement. "Why don't you go and take two more suitcases to prove you are not lying." The man laughs after he speaks. Hurridely ProphetOfDeath takes the coke, and rushes out the door. So, POD Thought to himself "If the money goes in the basement.... what are the two men heavily armed guarding? Perhaps Mr. Ortez himself? Or something... more. ProphetOfDeath arrives at his boss' office once again, with two more suitcases. "Apparantly these guys have fallen in love wih us buying their product. We need to figure a way to cut these men out." He says as hit sits down once more. Tired from all the running around. "We should make some phone calls and see what the other mafioso might have in mind." He says as he lights a cigar. |
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| Reply by: ProphetOfDeath at Jan 08, '09 08:22 | |
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Strawberry scented cigar smoke fills the air as Da Kurlzz walks into the office to meet POD "I've got some news that you may want to hear on what those to big goons are gaurding" Prophet of Death Shakes his head and leans forward wanting to hear more "You see, i got a friend on the inside, real shady character by the name of "JEFF," not quite sure if thats what his real name is, thats just what i've been told to call him for a long time." POD leans back in his chair and kicks his feet up on the desk "JEFF told me, he can figure out what the henchman are guarding." DK takes out a menthol cigarette and lights it up "it will have a small price to go along with it, but, i believe thats up to you. If you want to know what it is, say the word, and i will toss him the dough.""For now, im going to go, i have a couple "Deals," to attend to." "You know where to reach me." Da Kurlzz puts out his cigarette, flings open the office door, and walks out. |
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| Reply by: Da_Kurlzzz at Jan 09, '09 11:42 | |
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Ponders for a minute. "So we have a man on the inside... That could be an advantage... but like everyone else: This man wants to be paid." Good thing this is the mafia. From the syndicate's crimes small and large, they were all well to do. "Boss, I am going to have some of our associates check into this 'shady' character's credibility. If it is sustainable, knowing what is behind those doors may bring about some action with the other families." Picks up the phone to call a few guys into the fray. |
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| Reply by: ProphetOfDeath at Jan 09, '09 13:06 | |
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