May 27th - 23:00
Desmand pulled his coat up to cover more of his face as he strided across the road on the windy New York night. He was meeting his good friends Mako, Cantillon, JohnnyNoName and Jeddy for a game of poker. He soon arrived at the venue and smiled as he greeted his friends, he was the last to arrive and took his seat at the round table. Soon enough drinks were flowing and serious sums of money exchanged between them, Johnny not even batting an eye lid as he lost to $10 million to Cantillon. Chump change. Soon enough the conversation changed as the night moved into early morning and before long the topic of Detroit came up. They talked at length about Detroit, it's position and cementing their own. The 5 of them knew what needed to be done, but as with anything they must meet with the rest of the 303 and get their thoughts before making final decisions. As the sun rose Desmand stumbled to his hotel, a million thoughts running through his head and it wasn't just Detroit.
May 30th - 01:00
The second meeting was merely a formality at this point, generally once a seed was placed in your mind you struggled to ever get rid of that though. Whilst just a formality, they still met as a whole group to discuss the take down and see if any member had any legitimate reasons against the removal of Detroit. No one really spoke up against it after reasons were filled in for those who might not have been fully sure why it was happening so suddenly. Desmand knew the reason, it wasn't for him to divulge that. Godfather Johnny had "won" that honour in a game of rock, paper scissors with Godfather Mako. However other names were once again brought up that should also be removed with Detroit for their indirect involvement in this action, they were dismissed with eyes and tails to be kept on them for the foreseeable future. Desmand wouldn't ever forget the names though.
From agreeing the conversation quickly turned to the allocation of targets. Detroit quickly divided up into names on a notice board, funny how quickly the blood thirst sets in again and the excitement levels rise. Everyone calling out their preferred shot, whether it was to settle an old grudge or reach a private achievement of theirs. Desmand wrote down his own target, Godfather Femto. DanTheMan had wanted the kill too but one of the unwritten rules of take downs was that the best shot and chance took the best targets and so reluctantly Dan stepped down to handle his own "easier" shot. They had clashed over that target considering both of them could have hit. It was well known that Detroit didn't have the resources to cap any of themselves.
June 01 - 09:00
Desmand had spent most of the night staring at his ceiling and thinking. He always like to keep a clear, alcohol free head the night before a take down. He'd seen too many a man spend the evening before drinking and relaxing with company of the opposite sex. He'd also seen those same men miss and miss fire their guns when it was the time to shine. One fuck up resulted in losing a member of your own family and Desmand had no intentions of burying anyone today.
Desmand woke up bright and early to get a little practice in before his shot took place later that evening. He spent his time dismantling and cleaning his gun before building it back together. Well over a 1000 notches and still looked in the same condition as when it was handed down to him by his father. It was his pride and joy and he made sure it was well kept. It was during this time that he thought back to his fathers death. He'd learnt a lot reading his fathers journals; important lessons about trust, rumours and going with your gut instincts. That was why Detroit had to go, before they made a move of their own on the rumours that had been circulating. Self-fulfilling prophecy. Once his gun was cleaned he spent most of the day getting his aim in with the bums that littered the streets in Detroit. Familiarising himself with the city and planning his way in and out as quietly as possible. Knowledge was power.
19:00
Whilst relaxing in one of the coffee shops, his good friend Chekov entered and sat at his table. He was visibly spooked, looking over his shoulder through the window. "They know." "Impossible" was Desmands response. When they took out the last inhabitants of Detroit and then later Chicago and Staten Island as the time neared people started getting jumpy, not this time though. Not Desmand he thought to himself, cool heads always prevail and with the risk of 4 big guns, he didn't want anything getting botched. Chekov was dismissed, who informed him he was heading on a private flight back to his home and that he should do the same.
20:40
Still patrolling the streets of Detroit, it was then that Desmand received an urgent memo from Johnny. He was in Chicago and it was getting increasingly risky so he was heading back home. Very much in the lions den, Desmand quickly made for the airport and boarded his private flight back to Chicago. He met with his RHM at the airport who took him to a secret location to protect him. Five minutes bullets were flying in Chicago as two of his closest friends and Godfathers DanTheMan and Goku both died. He was fairly sure one of those bullets were meant for him, some say he took the cowards way out at his friends expense. Perhaps they were right. The next 4 hours were a blur as Desmand tried to co-ordinate counter attacks and get his district and friends protected. This whilst standing outside the last known locations of both Yobssarg and Snowy_White looking for a clear shot to drop one of them.
June 02 - 00:43
Almost exactly 4 hours after he was quickly bundled into protection, both Yobssarg and Snowy_White absconded the city of Chicago and indeed America in search of a safe retirement haven. Desmand had put the deaths of his close friends to the back of his mind during the war, it was until he got home and sat down in the shower that it fully sunk in. They had a leak, that much was obvious just seconds after Femto first died. Desmand quickly narrowed down the leak to a few names, nothing concrete yet though. He'd have to meet with the rest later that date during the debrief. Fuck. Desmand knew this much though. They'd find the leak and they'd find the rumour starters and they would die and he'd be one of the ones taking a shot. The anger raged in him more as he thought about Dan and Goku. As he'd said on more then one occasion, for those that started this war in the hopes of seeing 303303 fall they'd fucked up. They might not realise it, but they did. And with that Desmand climbed out the shower and into his bed, shattered and devastated.
