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| I know A guy (open RP) | Started by: Vince_DiMartelli on Mar 29, '09 04:03 |
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Vince moves over to the bar, seating himself within sight of the two men. He pulls out a cigarette and asks for the phone. He picks up the phone and dials from memory, and lights up, taking a drag as the phone rings through on the other side. Vince waited a moment before he spoke. "I need Mr Steele." "The locals are not friendly, and they are not willing to help us with our request. They also said "stato preso la cura di" and I don't like the sound of that." Vince listened and smoked for a moment before replying. "Ssignore, capisco." Vince hung up and went to find Adrian. |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 24, '09 03:00 | |
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Adrian comes out of a back room, his hair a bit messy, and his clothing ruffled. He gives himself a quick fix, and walks over to Vince, grinning. Seems I just slept with one of those fine gentleman's wives. I didn't get much information, but she did tell me that her husband's been meeting up with "friends", at this address. Adrian takes a crinkled up piece of paper out of his pocket, and hands it to Vince. Might not be anything, but then again it might be somethin'. Either way, it was worth it for me. Adrian gives Vince a wink. |
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| Reply by: AdrianChampagne at Apr 25, '09 12:10 | |
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| Vince nods and takes the paper before slipping it in his pocket. He pours champ a drink. "I just got off the phone with my Godfather. He says if what they say is true, whatever needs to be done, needs to be done." Vince sipped his drink. "Their response to my question was that it had been 'taken care of.' and you and I both know what that could mean. So now the three of us have to decide what we are going to do. | |
| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 25, '09 20:52 | |
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| Well my idea would be to lure them outside and me and champ will wait out there, we grab em, Get the info then Snap there necks like chicken bones. | |
| Reply by: Commander at Apr 25, '09 20:56 | |
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"We have to be careful here. Those men who treat me so disrespectfully and scoff at my Godfather, are the local Boss and his Captain. I am in his territory, he's heard of my Godfather, but chooses to ignore him. I don't want to bring it to bloodshed and Vendetta unless I must." Vince motioned for the Bartender to pour another drink. "Come, enjoy a drink. We will let them stew, They know I called my Godfather, maybe they will make the first move." |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 25, '09 21:13 | |
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| Vince didn't have long to wait for the first move. Quite suddenly the Boss and the Captain got up and left the place, getting into a waiting car that soon pulled out into traffic. Vince and his friends waited a moment and then followed, keeping a safe distance. As Vince had expected they didn't go toward the Main HQ, instead they headed down toward the desert. Vince didn't like that. That was a good place for a hit. No witnesses. | |
| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 26, '09 02:54 | |
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For the first time A worried look came over Commanders stern face. "Ill be looking out for ya Vince, dont you worry" As he patted Vince on the back. he check out the window and saw the other car stop. this is it. |
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| Reply by: Commander at Apr 27, '09 04:54 | |
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Vince drove past as if he were just lost and parked down the way out of sight of the other car. Vince killed the engine and slid his gun out of its holster. Slowly he Commander and Adrian crept back toward the other car. By the time they had reached it, one of the men who had, before been slumped in the back, was up and walking. If the shambling gait could really be considered walking. He leaned heavily on the shovel that had been thrown at him and without a word began to dig. He kept his head down, and Vince could not say for sure but the man didn't look like his brother. It looked like one of his brother's best friends. It was clear, this man, whoever he was, was bad off. Vince looked over at the others. "We ready for this?" |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 27, '09 05:03 | |
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Let's do this thing... Adrian slowly crept up behind one of the men, and started making leud motions at him for only Vince and Commander to see. He stood up right behind the man grabbed him by the throat, and shoved his gun up against the man's skull. He put the man between himself and the car, and gripped his throat harder. You boys wanna tell us what's going on here? |
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| Reply by: AdrianChampagne at Apr 27, '09 07:28 | |
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The man who was now pinned, found himself in no position to speak and looked helplessly at the boss, who now stood, gun drawn, pointing at the young man digging a grave. "Vince, this doesn't concern your Uncle. You are not bound to this kid by blood or honor." The young man had never stopped digging, head down, he spoke quickly in Italian. "Signore," He scooped the dirt for his own grave and threw it aside. se sopportate la doppia aquila e la pistola che onore delle partite," He hit a rock and leaned on the shovel before throwing the spade full of dirt aside. "Quindi questi uomini stanno a voi." "How do you know Mikey?" Vince's unmistakeable gun never waivered, the half of the Double-eagle crest visible on the front side of the weapon. Vince didn't spare the young man a glance. "Sopporto San Cristoforo ed ha parlato per me." "So how did you end up here?" "They wanted to know where your brother was." The voice was almost too low to hear, and bore a pain that Vince could barely stand to hear. The young man was nearly dead on his feet, and his voice said he knew it. "And I told them they might as well kill me because they would never find him." Vince gestured his gun at the boss in the universal sign to move. "Leave the boy here with me and you will live." No one moved. |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 28, '09 02:00 | |
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| Commander came over to the car he opened up a door and then there was two loud noises. he stepped back slowly gasping for air, he then walked over to Vince tried to whisper something in his ear and fell down. | |
| Reply by: Commander at Apr 29, '09 02:29 | |
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Vince took his eyes off the boss for one moment, and adrian and Commander were both gone. The young man looked over at him, pleading for something. With practiced ease, Vince shot the young man, getting rid of the boss' leverage. Now the two men stood facing each other. Vince lowered his gun, put his two friends bodies in the car, and got in the driver's seat. He rolled down the window and shouted a parting sentiment. "Non ora c'onore, nessun parole di genere, nessun'amicizia fra il vostro sangue e miniera. Quando dopo ci incontreremo, vi invierad inferno e tutto il vostro con voi." "You wanted blood. You got it." He muttered to himself. |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at Apr 29, '09 02:42 | |
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Commander stared at the roof of the car a sudden jolt had woken him up. he had blood around his mouth and Stomach. Vince...I..i..im okay. And with that he passed out again only just breathing. |
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| Reply by: Commander at May 02, '09 04:53 | |
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Vince crosses himself, frightened at what had happened, and very angry. Vince drives as quickly as he can to the hospital, praying that whatever miracle saved his friend kept him alive long enough to get medical help. The next day or two are a blur of waiting rooms, doctors and badly tiled hospital rooms as Commander is treated for his wounds, and eventually, Vince, for shock. |
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| Reply by: Vince_DiMartelli at May 02, '09 04:59 | |
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