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| Montreal Pipeline Pt. 2 (Open RP) | Started by: Tranquillo on May 09, '09 00:51 |
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((OOC: this might be a little long, but I'm hoping a decent story evolves out of this. First part was like a prelude or foreword)) "Let's do it, right now, whack all three of 'em and take the coke. We'll bury the Zip and he'll catch the blame." Enrico Ciccone took the leather travelling bag from Dino and Mike and smiled, "We gonna makea a lotta money fo' each odder, eh." He said looking up from the bag which was stuffed to the brim with stacks of hundreds. Enrico extended his hand, and as he did so Dino and Mike quickly glanced behind him in the direction of the side door. Before he could turn, he felt a searing hot pain in the back of his neck followed by the tearing sensation as the bullet slammed through his jaw, ripping his mouth in two. He collapsed to the ground quickly. As soon as the first round left the revolver, Tranquillo sprinted into the garage and behind a transport truck and hid. He looked back out and saw the Zip lying in a pool of blood, and next to him the bag of money. Joey had hit the first man in the back of the head, the shot scared Dino and Mike and they sprinted back towards their car parked facing the truck. He stepped out of the doorway and knelt, readying his gun. "START THE FUCKING CAR MIKE, START IT, YOU COCKSUCKER COME ON WE'RE SITTIN'" screamed Dino as he fumbled around trying to find his pistol. "Where the fuck did I put it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-" the windshield was split in two by another round, striking Mike in the shoulder. "DINO, HE GOT ME. SONOVABITCH." Mike slouched down in his seat, his right hand covering his bloodied left shoulder, and his left hand blindly searching for the keys on the floor mat. Tranquillo quickly and discreetly made his way around the truck, picking up a crowbar as he did. He crouched and snuck up to the passenger side door of the Caddy when the windshield exploded into shards of glass. Blood spurted out of the driver's seat as one of the men inside was hit. The two men in the car started to squirm frantically, both seemingly searching for something, but neither finding what they wanted. Tranquillo took in a deep breath and steadied his grip on the crowbar. He swung it as hard as his short burly arms could into the side window of the car. The window smashed into pieces and the hooked end of the crowbar caught the man inside in the head. Dino felt the glass from the door fall all over him as his fedora was pulled off his head. He ducked down and covered his head with both hands. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! GET THE KEYS MIKE! GET THE KEYS!" Dino shouted, almost through tears as he cowered down in the leg space of the car. Mike decided to abandon the search for the keys and leaned to his right, towards Dino, as he did he spotted the shining silver butt of the .45 colt Dino was looking for. Joey saw Tranquillo smash the side of the car with the crowbar and Dino Camilli go down, Mike Marrone had also slouched down to his side after being hit. Joey loosened his grip on the gun and cautiously made his way towards the car. Tranquillo shook his crowbar loose from the car window and pulled open the passenger side door. He peered in to see Dino Camilli cowering in his seat and his torn fedora on the dash. Tranquillo smirked as he started tugging Camilli out of the car by his collar. Camilli finally stumbled out of the car, as he did Tranquillo's eyes widened as he gazed straight at Mike Marrone, pointing a pistol at him. A shot rang out, and a pink mist escaped from the front of Marrone's head. Tranquillo looked up and saw Joey standing on the other side of the car, his gun up and smoking. Tranquillo looked down at his feet where Dino Camilli was now lying prone. "Please! Please don't kill me! Take all of it! The money, the drugs, just let me go please!" Dino whimpered as he grabbed a hold of Tranquillo's dress boots. "Get the fuck off me." Tranquillo said as he gave Dino a swift kick in the nose, causing blood to spurt out onto his boot and Dino's own clothing. Joey walked around to where Tranquillo was as Tranq reached into the car and pried the .45 from Mike's lifeless hand. "Man oh man, Paolo is gonna be happy when he hears about this." Joey grinned as he stood over Dino. "If you kill me, they'll get you. They'll get you and all your fucking friends and family." Dino said angrily, getting to his knees. "Ooooh, suddenly growing some balls Dino, I could swear I heard you crying before." Joey laughed as he pointed his .38 at Dino's forehead. "Bye-bye Dino." "Fuck you." The shot echoed through the now silent garage, and Dino's body hit the floor in a thud. "How much of this you think Paolo's gonna let us keep?" Tranquillo asked as he and Joey quickly loaded up the transport truck with the coke. The chaos had lasted only a few minutes, but they had to get out of there quick. "Maybe a third of the money, he'll want the drugs and most of the cash." Tranquillo stopped loading the truck. "You serious? After all this, we get screwed like that?" "Them's the breaks kid, like I said he's the boss, he gets the big piece of pie." Tranquillo stood and watched Joey load up the coke. Joey placed the last package of smack onto the truck and stopped. Tranquillo had all of a sudden grown very quiet. Without turning, Joey knew he had a gun pointed at his back. "What are you doing, T?" "I'm sorry Joey, but this is bullshit. This is our money, our drugs." Joey turned to face Tranquillo, whose hand was trembling as he held the gun out. "Put it down T, you don't want to make this mistake." "I don't want to do this either. But it's my money. Mine." Joey stood straight and tall, his barrel-chest and thick arms seemingly growing to twice their size, "I won't say it again, put it down Tranquillo." "Forget it Joe." Before he even knew he did it, the bullet had already struck Joey in the chest. The hot shell casing ejected out and landed right under Tranquillo's eye, burning him. Joey even after being hit with a .45 slug mustered his strength and charged towards Tranquillo. Tranquillo was scared now; Joey crashed on top of him and pinned his arms down. Joey head butted Tranquillo twice and could hear his nose snap. Tranquillo knew his nose was broken and his mouth started to fill with blood. He spat in Joey's eyes and started wriggling his small wrists out of Joey's grasp. Joey felt Tranquillo slipping away but managed to knock the gun out of his hand. Tranq squirmed free and could see the .45 just a couple of feet from his head. He dove forward landing on his stomach. Joey landed squarely on top of him. "Shit, what the hell do I do now." Tranquillo thought to himself. He pressed the barrel of the gun against his own shoulder and pulled the trigger. The large slug ripped through Tranq's shoulder and went clean through him into Joey's gut. A groan escaped Joey's mouth, followed by blood. He fell onto his back and his breathing slowed and Tranquillo could hear him gargling on his own blood. "....T..T..." Joey kept repeating, but Tranquillo shut his eyes, held his shoulder and walked quickly to the garage door and opened it. He then climbed into the truck and left the blood bath behind him. It was dark out now and the snow made visibility very poor. Tranquillo pulled up near his apartment building and sprinted inside. He took the elevator up to the 4th floor and dashed to his door. Once inside he removed his shirt and applied fresh bandages to his bullet wound; he needed real treatment fast, but he needed a safe place to go even more. He picked up the phone and dialled the area code for Brooklyn, New York. The number he had dialled belonged to a New York boss who had once worked with Joey. Tranquillo had met him a handful of times and he was hoping that he'd be able to find a safe place in New York. The phone rang twice. "Speak." "Is..Is this Premier?" "Maybe." "This is Tranquillo Valente, I'm into something deep, I could use your help. I'll be forever in your debt and-" "Don't talk on the phone. Someone will be meeting you at Idlewild airport. There is private plane at Dorval, give the pilot your name and say you are with the Inquisition." **Click** Tranquillo rubbed his eyes, he had made a mess. He got back into the transport truck and headed to Dorval airport. Once he arrived he bribed the security guard at the vehicle entrance way and he drove over to the private jet. A man walked over to the driver's side of the truck. "What's your business here bud?" "I'm getting on this place..I'm Tranquillo...I'm with the Inquisition." "Oh, ofcourse." The guard looked at the truck and then back at Tranquillo, "Carry-on?" he smiled. * * * Tranquillo arrived at Idlewild airport early the next morning; it was still dark out. The man that had met him at Dorval airport helped him load his packages into a Cadillac that was idling in the parking lot. As Tranquillo was hunched over the trunk someone placed their hand on his shoulder, "We'll be taking all this, and you'll be coming with me, you have some work to do before you meet Premeir." The figure slipped a match book into Tranquillo's hand which read 'Police Chief Marvin Stone, 2100 Fulton Street'. Tranquillo turned to see who it was that stood behind him... ((Anyone feel free to jump in, and go wherever you want with this scenario, hopefully this all isn't too specific.)) |
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