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| A Crackdown in New Orleans [RP] | Started by: Muqtada on Jan 11, '09 15:19 |
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He grabs the phone quickly getting back to the number, frantically hitting the buttoms to make sure Sonic escapes the area. He speaks quietly but quickly down the phone "they are chasing a ghost, i needed a diversion to escape the area" he pauses briefly "snowflake is safe, meet me at the old theatre downtown and will bring you to snowflake" Grabbing his coat he smiles at Snowflake, i will be back soon, save a pastry for me. |
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| Reply by: BetterOffDead at Jan 16, '09 05:50 | |
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Hawk limped into the room, one hand free so he could carry the cane he walked with, the other chained to his side. He sat in the hard metal chair, that would serve as his seat for the show. He propped the cane up, looking as Muqtada was brought into the room, and sat forcefully into the chair. In the viewing room sat one important man, the bastard that started all of this. He would honor his word, if he escaped. Carmelo was brought in soon, and chained to a chair, one that would not yet be his final seat. A Catholic priest came in, and started to administer last rites, but Maestri came over. "Pardon me, Father, but I need to speak with the prisoner here for a moment," explained the Chief. He got down close to Carmelo, who could smell the Chief's alcohol on his breath. Scotch, from 1850. The bastard was drinking his personal supply. "I will offer you one way to escape the chair. Rat out your friends, and you won't fry tonight. They will, however." Carmelo spat in Maestri's face. "Omerta, you son of a bitch." said Carmelo. Hawk was literally laughing his ass off. He laughed so hard, his leg hurt. Maestri scowled, and had Hawk removed from his shackles, and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him along. "Kill them both. I got this one," said Maestri. |
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| Reply by: Thehawk at Jan 16, '09 19:27 | |
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as the thoughts rushed through his mind at a million a minute, he rushed jumping building top to building and sliding down the ropes between buildings. He realised in his head he would need as much legitimate muscle as a distraction so to help get Muqtada out Stumbling down the stairs he rushed passed as onlookers carried on their business as usual, this was nothing new to them, he watched from the fire escape for Sonic as he searched the street leading to the theatre, a quick whistle alerted him that BOD was on the way for him "Snowflakes safe, we are seeing who they have cracked down on, whos still in hiding" breathless he paused briefly " I am gonna have a word with a few of my the dockers and truck drivers see if they can help provide a diversion or lend us some equipment before we get back to Snowflake " He points to the alleyway "best to use these as the police don't like following us down here, the smell gets to them" |
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| Reply by: BetterOffDead at Jan 21, '09 05:42 | |
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he tapped on the boarded up windows of the building at the end of the alleyway, a scratching sound came followed by some muffled talking as the door creaked open. The run down building had seen better days, the patches of brickwork showing under the cement walking in, he looked around as he was led downstairs to the lavish card hall, these people did a good job keeping this place quiet. The waitresses walking round with drink as a few large figures ran multiple bars. Walking up to an older man, he smilesd " I may need a favour repayed later, preferably from your haulage and waste boys" taking a glass of champagne of one of the ladies he grinned checking her out as she continued " your well aware of the recent crackdown, well we are not happy about it, plans are not complete but the last thing we need is police on our side of town when we get Muq and the guys out " the man nodded before they embraced to sort this job out |
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| Reply by: BetterOffDead at Jan 21, '09 07:52 | |
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*after embracing with BOD they sit and disuss the situation* So exactly what do you want me to do mon? *pulls out and joint and lites it* I got a couple of connects, with the Feds, that are good friends with the chief here in New Orleans. I can give them a call and see if they can relieve some of the pressure out here on the streets. I know how it is my friend. Those damn cops been wanting a small piece of everything I been bringing. *puffs and thinks* *exhales while talking* Looks here, I'll make that call right now and see what can be done. *picks up the phone and pulls out his small black book* |
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| Reply by: JamaicanDon_Marley at Jan 21, '09 16:36 | |
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shakes his head nervously " this new cheifs an asshole, is not so easy to stop him " " this is gonna have to be a double homicide mayor and cheif of police probably " he slouches back a lil and sips his drink " first he has to be out of their grasp, then we can solve the problem of the police and mayor. I know is not the normal way but " shrugs " unless we can get dirt on this guy we are screwed |
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| Reply by: BetterOffDead at Jan 21, '09 18:57 | |
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