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| The Vault RP | Started by: TheReaper on Jan 09, '09 15:50 |
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It wasn't his idea. Honestly, It wasn't. Donnie had been behind it from the very beginning. However, the rewards were too great for him to turn it down. It was an unimaginable, an obsene if you will, sum of money. He knew that the minute they rolled up into the headquarters in a large, black luxury saloon that he was making a mistake. A big mistake, but it was already too late to turn back. His path had been set and who was he to question fate. Too late to turn around, too late to go home to his wife and kids. Too late to abandon Donnie. They had been the closest of friends all their lives. They had grown up in the hills of a small Italy village together. Their parents had known each other long before they were born. It was as if their lives had been connected from the very start. They even made the trip to the US together. They had stuck through everything together and he couldn't leave him now. Brothers are brothers for life and he could never let down his 'family'. His guts were wrenching with anguish, just like his poor dear mother would be turning in her grave if she could see him now, as he slowly walked up the steps that had become so familiar to him. At first, he couldn't believe what Donnie had said. He thought that Donnie must be drunk, or that he had injured his head on his last drug run. Donnie had never been the clever one in the group, but this was beyond anything he had ever come up with before. Donnie had kept at Michael for weeks, until finally he snapped, and agreed. Of course, he could see where Donnie was coming from, the Boss was not exactly poor. They had planned it meticulously for weeks, down to every step. Every second of the plan had been played out in their minds dozens of times. It all went wrong the minute they had walked in the doors. The dear old caretaker was there, slowly mopping the floor his normal lathergic fashion. He saw Donnie and Michael walk in, Donnie holding the gun and Michael holding the Briefcase. "Does the boss know you're here?" he asked. "No-one's supposed to be coming tonight!" "No-one is." Michael had replied calmly. Donnie raised the gun at him, as the caretaker started to scream. Donnie fired. It was his only option, aside from bribing the caretaker which was out of the question. They couldn't take any chances. They had risked so much for the large sum of money in the vault already, and they couldn't afford to spare anyone who might comprimise the plan. "Hide the body!" Donnie hissed. Michael set the suitcase down, hurriedly dragging the caretaker into his own store room. They walked down the corridor, Donnie holding up the gun, flinching at everything that moved. Michael looking around nervously, the slightest shadow causing his heart to skip a beat. To get to the Bosses private quarters, they had to ascend the metal stairs just outside the building. As they did, they were completely unaware of a car rolling up to the headquarters. The Boss had arrived. Meanwhile, Donnie and Michael were standing outside the Bosses quarters looking at each other. They exchanged one final hug, as Michael kicked the door down. Inside sat one man, one man with a shotgun. Sitting, just sitting, in front of the vault. He looked up as the men burst in. He stood up, raised the shotgun and calmly pumped two shots into Donnie's chest just as Donnie had fired. "DONNIE!" Michael screamed. It was too late. Far too late. On hearing the comotion, the Boss sprinted up the stairs and ran into the room to find Michael kissing the mans feet. He had pleaded, oh yes, but to no avail. Their was nothing Poor Michael could do to save himself now. Nothing. He turned around and started pleading with the boss. Kissing his hand, blaming it on Donnie, somehow trying to wheedle his way out. He knew though, in his heart, there was no excuse. No way out. Apart from one. "Adieu, Motherfucker." |
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