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| Making an Example | Started by: The_Phantom on Aug 06, '15 11:38 |
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He pulled the Buick up across the street from the bar, glancing over at how busy it was for a Thursday night. He chewed on the end of his Lucky Strike, pondering his next move, for whatever happened next, would undoubtedly cause a chain of events he would be unable to stop. The place belonged to a rival gang of young up and comers who had muscled in on his rackets, taking over one of his back room card games as well as taking away some of the places, such as the bar, that paid him protection. Of course, the only way to get the message across of what happens to those who don't pay, is set an example so the other are fully aware. He climbed out of the car, tossing his cigarette to the curb before opening the backseat and ripping back the blanket, the Thompson revealed before his eyes, the metal almost glowing with the reflection of the bar lights. He smiled to himself as he pulled it out, the weight, the feel, it always made him feel powerful. He grabbed a full drum from the floor, snapping it in and pulling back the bolt. It was time to let loose. He glanced at Charlie, his friend and associate, waiting to see if he was ready for what was about to happen "You ready to do this?" he asked him, a large grin on his face as he came around the car |
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Charlie felt rushes of adrenaline. This was a big moment in his mafia career. He was proving himself to be the respected mobster he was and showing his dark side all at once. Charlie had a Thompson as well and cocked it back just as The_Phantom had. "It's time to shine brother" said Charlie waiting for the nod to start firing. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 06, '15 16:56 | |
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they stood on the opposite end of the car, guns aimed at the building. This was it, this was go time. A drunk stumbled out the front, he was the first to fire, bursting a spray of bullets that dropped the man in the doorway. That was it, that was a good enough signal. The two opened fire, bullets raining through the glass, cutting into people and bottles, tables and walls. Maybe they were screaming or shouting, it was hard to hear over the roar of the gun "Don't stop until your empty!" he glanced over as five guys came running through the side alley at them. He turned his gun, dropping the first two as the others pulled revolvers and started firing. He heard his Thompson click empty, his right hand diving into his coat for his Colt before it was the end of him |
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| Reply by: The_Phantom at Aug 06, '15 18:40 | |
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-----LATER THAT DAY-----
TLM:> opens up a newspaper to see the Aftermath of the shootout. Many lives were lost, and for what? |
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| Reply by: The_Laughing_Man at Aug 06, '15 21:19 | |
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Altair was walking down by the casinos in Las Vegas. On the corner of 56th and Main streets there was a newspaper stand. The shooting that ha taking place had made front page news.
It was clear that the poor souls own family felt the way he did, as his dead body was found mutilated in a river just hours after the shooting. This was clearly a violation of 2 of the 3 tenents of the creed. Hell it could have been a violation of all 3. But the main violations he had been repeating to himself. "I would never have taken the blood of an inncent" "I would never bring attention to the Order"
he closes the news paper after reading the official obit, he shakes his head and throws the newspaper away quickly, forever forgotten. He continues his daily business as usual. |
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| Reply by: Altair at Aug 08, '15 01:44 | |
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Charlie gets a phone call from The_Laughing_Man . He asks if he is okay. The death of his Friend hit him hard. He would be okay he had learned to let things pass. You never knew when someone would be took in this life of ours. So when it happens it happens and you have to let it go. As hard as it was you had to. "Yea I'm okay thanks for the support" replies Charlie. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 08, '15 02:59 | |
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"I know it's not easy losing someone close to you Charlie. I've lost plenty of friends and family members over the last couple years.." TLM sighs on the phone, "You know, I'd say it gets easier, but that'd be a lie. You just get more and more jaded to it. Again, I'm sorry for your loss." |
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| Reply by: The_Laughing_Man at Aug 08, '15 18:00 | |
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Charlie listens to The_Laughing_Man He gets the guy it really is a tragic thing. When someone goes they are gone they never hear from them again they are not here to see them it's just terrible. You keep pushing because you have to but it's hard to. You want them Hell you can even say you need them but they are gone. They won't be coming back and you have to accept that even though you never know want to. "Trust me I understand you completely man and I appreciate everything I hope you the best in everything". He hangs up the phone. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 08, '15 18:53 | |
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