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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:35:58 GMT -5
Okay here we go. Now I'll be the first one to admit that this RPG had it's flaws. It was messy, continuity errors were the order of the day and it sadly ended up goin' no where. But fuckit! It was my first go at RPing on the net before and it was also the first time in so many years that I actually wanted to sit down and write. So, I don't know how the rest of you guys actually felt about this RPG but to for meself it really ment a lot to me at the time. Fuck, if it wasn't for this, I probably would never have started writtin' again.
Okay, now I know this first post wasn't actually the first post in the original Gang thread but it was the first that really started it all into becomin' an actual story. So without any more further bullshit rabblin' from me, I present to you all my fellow RPers, "The Gangs of the MB."
John Roberts
John stands in front of a cell door, wearing the custom uniform for the prisoners, waiting for the guards to come get him, take him away from this hell hole.
Freedom, John could smell the sweet scent of freedom on the other side of these bars. The last fifteen years have been a long regrettable experience and there was no way in hell he would return here.
No force on earth will drag me back here. I don't care how many I kill to stay out, I am not coming back He could hear the echo of footsteps approaching him from down the hallway, the sound of keys clanking together. The guard was coming.
And about fuckin' time, too. I have business to attend to, revenge to the prick who set me up
The guard stood on the other side of the cell door, keys were in his right hand ready to unlock it. John looked at the guards face. It was Steven Bahr.
Aww fuck! not this prick
"Well, well, so they're finally letting you out, I'll miss seeing you covered in blood from another shower with the inmates." Steven laughed
"Fuck you, Bahr. Just open this bloody door now. The last thing I want is to talk to an overweight dickhead like you." John snapped back, hands clenched around the bars on the door.
The smile from Steven's face disappeared, replaced by a snarl. He looked at John as if was going to snap him in two and John knew he could, it wouldn't be the first time. The entire time John spent in prison was spent coughing up blood from the pounding giving to him by this man. There were numerous times when Steven would see to it that John was alone in the showers with other inmates, inmates who were bigger, black and horny. John was no push over though, he could smash scull with the best of them but five huge men against one was not an easy fight and eventually they'd have him pinned to the wall with his rear exposed The whole fifteen years were a living hell because of that guard.
Steven finally unlocked the cell and pulled it open allowing John to walk through.
"About time, dickhead." John snapped as he stepped through the cell door and casually walked past Steven. In an instant, the guard grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back and forced John into the wall. John struggled but Steven had him in a firm grip, forcefully twisting his joints in a way they weren't suppose to bend. Steven leaned forward and whispered in his ear,
"I'd watch that pretty mouth of yours sweetheart, we both know you'll be back and you can depend on me waiting here for you. After all..." Steven caressed his free hand over John's rear, "...I know how much you gonna miss your romantic interludes with Big Bubba."
Steven pulled him from the wall and pushed down the hallway, releasing his grip. John held his wrist, gently rubbing it, causing joilts of pain to shoot up his arm. He turned to look at the guard to see that he had wide grin on his face. John swore under his breathe.
"Well, what are you waiting for, sweetheart? Keep walking. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back."
John was now standing outside the prison, he had changed out of his prison uniform and back into his old blue shirt and jeans that he wore when he was arrested fifteen years ago. Steven was still escorting him and still trying to provoke John with smart-arse comments but John was silent...waiting.
Steven unlocked the main gates and opened them for John to walk through. "Be seeing you real soon, sweetheart." But before Steven could close the gate, John kicked it open, violently smashing into his face and dropping him to the ground. John looked up at the towers above the gates, realizing that the guards were not at their posts. He walked back into the yard and stood over Steven who was clutching his hands over his face, blood was oozing through his fingers.
"You sonnava bitch, you broke my fucking nose. MY FUCKIN’ NOSE!"
John Swung his right foot into his side causing him to yelp in pain, a cracking sound of a couple of ribs giving way.
"That's not all that's broken now, prick." John snarled as he forced another right foot into his stomach. John removed Steven's handcuffs and his nightstick from his belt and dragged him through the open gate. He handcuffed him to the fence with Steven's back facing towards John. Nightstick in hand, he knelt behind him and slowly rubbed the end of it over his pants and around his anus.
"Wuh...what are you doing?" Steven spluttered, coughing up blood.
"Just a going away present...sweetheart." John snarled as he thrust the nightstick forward.
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Airborne
Airborne was now only 2 blocks away from chiefs office. He decide to take a walk. Nothing like a walk when you have just killed 3 men and come out unscathed He walks past a TV shop and sees the news showing the killing in the hotel.* Airborne: I see mine didn't make news again. That’s good. I don't want publicity on my name. *he said and dropped the cigar and twisted his heel on it putting it out. He kept walking and reached chiefs office. He went inside and up to his Receptionist.*Receptionist: Hello Mr Airborne. You can go right in and see him. Airborne: Thanks doll. Hey fancy a drink later*he said smoothly too her. She just giggled Receptionist: Oh you. If you ry harder maybe. *Airborne just grid in the corner of his mouth and walked in the office.* Airborne: Hey boss. You wanted to see me. Oh and I need wheels. I would like a Vauxhall Astra Coupe Turbo but as its from the UK if you don't have one I understand. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Reese
Scott tapped away at the keyboard, inputing the command codes into the Master Communication Array. Within moments, he was connected. A 'Wait' box appeared on the Communicator's screen; it was replaced by the youngish, bespectacled face of 'Monitor', his head Electronic Information and Observation Clerk. "What can I do ya for, Boss?" Monitor asked, using his standard greeting. Reese smiled. Monitor was young, but he had already proved himself in the organization, and continued to impress Scott with every passing day. "Here's the deal. I need a covert ops specialist," Reese expianed. "I don't care about his background, all I need is someone fairly trustworthy and very stealthy." Monitor scowled at his off-camera computer. "Is that all? I may need a bit more..." "Yes, there is one other thing: Make absolutely sure that whoever you find has no connections to any of the gangs." "Right," the EIO clerk replied, typing furiously on his computer. Several minutes of searching and he had his answer. "We-ll, I have a possible match, but I don't know...." "Its alright, Monitor," Reese muttured, scanning over the profile that EIO had just sent. "I just said I don't care about their history. I just need his skills." Monitor squirmed. "Yeah, but... this guy..." "Just contact him." The young man shrugged, deciding that the boss knew what he was doing.
Three hours later, a nondescipt looking man in a grey overcoat walked past the Big City Federal Penitentiary's main gates. His target was standing outside, glancing about nervously. The man in grey looked at the tiny computer attached to his wrist. Sure enough, this former prisoner fit the profile of John Roberts. Now, to make contact and persuade the felon to assist the Brotherhood... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: *lights a cigar and turns his chair so he's facing Airborn* Airborn... nice job... [/li][li] Chief: You too Jim, nice job. Now for your next assinment Jim... Zane mannaged to get some more info on this "x273" Apparently he has a computer expert that can end up causing trouble for us... *gives Jim a folder* He is David Charmin AKA "The Switch". All the info you need is in that folder, his address everything. I want you to get ride of him, and all of his computer stuff in his house. Burn it down if you have to, but make it look like an accedent. As for you Airborn *gives Airborn a folder* John Roberts just got out of jail today after serving 15 years. I want you to pick him up and bring him to me. As for your car, go see Dan, he'll take care of it. *looks over at Tails* Your hired. Go see Dan about your auto, and come back here for your assinment. *pick up the phone* Bring it here Meta -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Jim Doe
Jim flips through the folder glancingly, then nods at Chief.
"He'll be gone before tomorrow morning, Chief."
He turns and leaves to make some preperations for tonight's house-warming party . . . -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:36:54 GMT -5
Reese
Scott sat at his desk, nervously tapping his fingers. Inactivity was so... boring. He needed action. He turned to his Communicator to punch up Monitor, but before he could, the screen lit up with 'Priority Message Recieved. EIO On Standby.' Scott connected to Electronic Intelligence division. Too his surprise, it was Monitor himself.
"Ahh, I need to talk to you. Has our agent made contact with John Roberts yet?"
"No sir," Monitor replied. He had slipped into a deceptively calm state that Reese knew was his typical reaction when faced with a tense situation. He was ready to go to battle, if need be. "Our agent has learned that Chief's gang is trying to acquire the target before we do. They've sent a man named Airborne to get him. The only unit we have in the area is a recon man in a station wagon. He can't take on a gang's firepower alone. Orders, boss?"
Scott thought quickly. "Send the recon man to pick up Roberts. Move him to priority status. If he won't come willingly, knock him out if you have to."
"Relaying orders to Recon Unit Five," Monitor said smoothly. "Sir, what about Airborne? The recon man will be outgunned-"
"I know, Monitor. I'm going to take care of this personally." Monitor nodded and the screen turned blank again... Reese reached into his desk drawer and pulled out his sidearm. He strapped it to his belt while jogging down the corridor to his garage. Once in the garage, he looked for the best vehicle to intercept Airborne. He need something fast and agile...
Bingo. The Katana.
He lept onto the bike and kicked her alive. It wasn't exactly a new model, but it was speedy, and would do. Besides, the only other vehicles in the garage were a 1986 Celebrity and an old Plymouth. Neither of which ran...
Reese burst out into the sunlight, his motorcycle screaming as he kicked it into high gear. He glanced at the small display screen between the handlebars. Monitor had already patched Airborne's radar beacon into Scott's onboard computer, allowing him to catch up to his foe. He had to make sure that the recon unit reached Roberts first. Why, he wasn't sure. But he had the feeling that John knew something of vital importance to the Brotherhood... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Airborne
*takes the folder and flicks through it* Airborn: SOunds like a interesting person. *he said frowning. He then left and went and seen Dan.* Airborn: Hey Dan. Chief said you can get me a Vauxhall Astra Coupe Turbo. Dan: Sure can. I'll have my boys scout around for one. Untill then you can have the Camero SS over there. Here the keys* Airborn takes the keys and nods. He walks over and starts it up feeling the V8* Airborn:Nnniiccceeee. *After 30 minutes of driving comes accroos the prison with someone assualting a gaurd outside. After looking at the profile in the folder he sees its John. He gets out the car and calmly walks up to him, the wind blowing his leather trench coat behind him. He walks up to him making John stop and look up at him. AIrborn looks back smiling* Airborn: Hello, i've been sent here by Chief. The main man of north city. He interested in you joining us. We have contacts that can make you almost invicable to the police so you could never *ponits his hand at the prison* end up here again. He also pays well so if your interested would you join me in my car and i'll drive you there. *He turns and ponits the car. John thinks and lets the gaurd drop* Airborn: hurry up time is short. *he hears a car pulling up and sees a man driving a station wagon. They both look at each other in the eye before the amn pulls out a uzi and fires at Airborn. He jumps for cover and so does John. Airborn quickly goes to the trunk of the car and opens it while the staton wagon turned around to fire again. Airborn quickly opened a gun case and pulled out his Shotgun and jumped to the side of the car. The man fired again and Airborn did to, blasting everyround he had at the car. The windscreen shattered making him duck and skid off the road and into a tree. AIrborn checked John who was ok then looked at the crashed car. he walked up to it and opened the door. A blooded man fell out still alive.* Man: Please man I was only doing my job. Airborn: Who sent you. Man: Reese amn. He wanted John badly. Airborn: Thank you *with that he put the shotgun to the mans head and blew it all over the road. He then walked back to John to see him in shock. A bus came by so Airborn stopped it and got on the bus with John in tow. The driver didn't notice the gun as he had hid it under his coat.* Driver: Where to? Airborn: North City. Baker lane.Driver: YOur lucky. Our last stop. *Airborn put money in the pay machine and walked John to the back with him. Not many were on the bus.* Airborn: Sorry John but its not safe to go by car now. *gets out his cell phone* Chief we had a vist from Reese man. NO John ok but we need help. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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EDIT: I was to hasty. I'll try again...
Reese's headset crackled. He listened to Monitor's report, then grimaced. Somehow, Airborne had made it first. He stopped the bike in front of John's former location. Evidence of what had happened were all over the place. Recon Five's brain's were scattered all over the ground. Reese walked up to him and gently positioned the man back in the driver's seat, head down, then closed the door.
"Reese to Monitor. Dispatch one of our Cleanup guys to Grid 34, W10, E21. Yes, he got here first. And I can see how," he finished, noticing the Camaro hastily abandonded across the street. Chief must have had money to blow, if he could afford to let his henchmen just leave their high priced sports cars anywhere. He ignored the car and hopped back on his bike.
"Boss," Monitor's voice came over the headset, "are you sure you want to take this guy on?"
"Yes. Reese out." Abrubt, but he knew Monitor wouldn't mind. He started the bike back up, unsure what to do next. If they'de abandoned the car, how could they've escaped so quickly? On foot? Unlikely. The only other way... Reese glanced at the bus stop sign, then down the road as telltale exhaust fumes wafted into his nostrils. He'd picked up the trail. Roaring down the road, leaving the prison and the grisly scene in front of it behind, he roared up behind the bus. He kept his distance, but he could make out two figures in the back. He reached up to his headset and pulled the visor down. Intantly, the scene was enhanced. He zoomed in with the imager, using the bike's headset control interface. Sure enough, it was Roberts and a man he didn't recognize. Probably Airborne. He needed to stop that bus... Reese pressed a small button on the right handlebar. A miniture gun slid out of the Katana's front wheel assembly. To small to be scene, to small to even do much damage. But small enough to knock out a tire... He switched the motorcycle's interface so that he could see the gun's targeting reticle in his visor. He took aim at the rear left tire and pulled the trigger.
"Shit!" Sputtered the bus driver as his rear left tire suddenly went flat. "Must have ran over a nail, or something." He glanced in his rearview mirror to make sure it was safe to hit the brake. The only other vehicle that had been following, a motorcycle, was nowhere in sight. The driver jammed on the brakes and pulled over.
In the back, Airborne looked nervously around. Something was wrong. John, bewildered by everything that had just happened, didn't know what to think...
OOC-Maybe we should wait for John to post. He might not even like this development. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: on the phone with Airborn* Yeah, I'll send an escort *presses the intercom* Airborn needs a escort on 56th ave by the jail. *Gets back on the phone* They will be there in 2 min, they were close by so... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:37:38 GMT -5
Dominic Smith
The room was silent, well not completely silent, there was the constant swish of the blades from the overhead fan. Dominic was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, in front of him there was a table at which three men sat and to the left a man stood, or rather leaned against the wall. It did not feel like an interrogation, Dominic thought, the room was to well lit and from the body language of the people it was almost as though they were the ones with something to hide.
He could not give it much more thought though, thinking was never one of his strong points and at 6 foot 9 he had never really needed to be. Instead he looked around the unfamiliar room and spotted a window at the back, it occurred to him that this was the first window he has seen without bars across it for a long, long time.
"Inmate 6942" the voice had come from one of the men sitting at the table. The voice had come unexpected and it had startled him, this particular voice belonging to the prison Director. "You are probably wondering why we called you hear today. Well rest assured within the next few minutes things should be quite clear."
"Crystal clear" said one of the other men on the table in a smug voice; Dominic did not recognize him. It was at that moment that Dominic noticed a slight trace of hostility creep into the prison Director's eyes. Were he a more intelligent man perhaps he might have taken that train of thought farther and predicted the outcome of this meeting, but as previously stated, thinking was never one of his strong points.
"It may surprise you to know" the Director began again, "that the outside world has changed a great deal since you became a...resident here. We have a new Government and with them comes new ideas, ideas that" the Director paused and looked with disapproval at the unfamiliar man who had spoken earlier before continuing. "Ideas that while I do not off the record agree with or support are bound by law to follow through."
With that a smile crept onto the face of the unfamiliar man.
"These ideas" the Director continued, "are part of a much larger plan regarding the method in which this country deals with criminals. They believe we should waver incarceration in favor of re-education. As part of their shake up this prison has been selected to conduct a trial run of a project they plan to use across several prisons around the country This...involves"
Dominic was now quite intrigued at what was going to happen and was also somewhat amused at the redness that was spreading over the directors face. "it...involves...that is to say...it will mean that we immediately release all our inmates that have served over half their sentence and give them the opportunity to attend voluntary re-education causes."
Dominic jaw hit the floor, that meant him! The Director's head fell into his hands on the desk and began gripping his hair, the unfamiliar man was beaming, the other man at the desk he knew to be one of the more well respected prison wardens and therefore more hated by the inmates named Steven Bahr, remained neutral. While the man leaning on the wall to the left who he knew to be one of the prison's shrinks, his in fact, started to have a mild heart attack.
"Our you out of you fuckin minds!" the psychiatrist shouted in a state of panic.
"Jackson your out of line!" The Director shouted back "I will not tolerate that kind of language in my prison, regardless of this must troubling of developments."
"Troubling?" The unfamiliar man said "why how can you think that? Surly you see that this is bold and grand plan put forth by our esteemed forward thinking Government? Times our changing gentlemen, no longer can we allow these men and women to waste millions of tax payers money rotting in jail when they could be contributing to society."
"That may be so" Jackson responded, "but don't you think this is a case of too much too soon?"
"Nonsense, if anything this is too little too late" the unfamiliar man, who seemed like some sort of Government official answered.
"But you don't know what some of these men are capable of, why inmate 6942 for example. He many have been charged and sentenced for the rape of an underage girl, but over the past 14-years he's confided to me details of thousands of crimes, he's committed over the cause of his miserable life. What's worse is that he shows no trace of guilt or regret regarding any of them!" Jackson desperately pleaded, "he's no man more like some animal with rabies!"
"It is that very attitude that we hope to change with our program, this inmate is no animal but a man. A confused man who has only chosen the wrong path, through bad education or circumstance." The possible Government official stated firmly.
It was that moment that Dominic chose to speak "Hello! I'm still here you know? I don't appreciate being talked about while I'm still in the room. And what about Dr patient confidently? Do you tell them everything I confide in you? Anyway like I keep saying, I didn't rape her she was gagging for it and how the hell was I to know she was underage?"
"Firstly Dominic" his psychiatrist answered angrily, "I know for a fact that she was not 'gagging for it' as you so crudely put it and as for not knowing she was underage, I don't know maybe the nappy would have given you a bloody clue!?"
"Oh yeah, there was that." Dominic chuckled to himself.
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:38:33 GMT -5
Dominic continued
Two hours had passed and Dominic found himself walking along one of the more busy streets that made up the North side of LA's business district. He felt out of place, things looked so different than he remembered them. Apparently 4 years ago the whole city had been engulfed in some sort of mass insanity that has lead to the biggest riot in recorded history. How he had looked out of his bared window at the burning city and wished he could join in the chaos.
He carried nothing, he had no money, no cloths save the ones he wore that had been kept in storage and he no longer had the papers they had given him. As he left he had been handed them, papers listing the times and places for all the voluntary re-education classes. He had gone into the first ally he had come across, taken a huge dump and used those papers to wipe his arse with, best use for them, he had thought at the time. With no home he had headed to the only place he could go.
Dominic stood outside the main tower for 'Roughtons International' a multi national consulting engineers firm, it was 70 stories high and was situated smack bang in the middle of LA's North side. He has access to papers while he was inside and knew that the company had rebuilt most of the buildings after the great riot.
He heeded inside the massive reception area, it was so vast that it felt more like an airport than a skyscraper. All around him businessmen and women rushed to and throw while queues at certain desks stretched to well over a hundred people. When you knew the truth as he did you could not fail to be in ore of it all. The whole company was cover, but unlike many other bogus companies almost every employee was completely unaware that this was so and that their fair and honest Company Director Simon Layton was in fact chief one of the worlds most powerful crime lords. For all intensive purposes Roughen International was a complexly legitimate company they did business all over the world and raked in over 2 billion dollars in profit a year. He quickly headed to the least busy desk and shoved passed the dozen or so people in front of him, much to their protest.
"Excuse me" Dominic said to the lady elbowing the person she was talking to out of the way "but is your Company Director Mr Layton in?"
"I'm sorry sir. But you'll have to wait in line like everybody else." She then turned to the man he had pushed aside.
"Just tell me is he in or out!" Dominic persisted.
"He's in but that won't do you any good unless you have an appointment, and from the look of you I'd bet a million bucks that you don't have one."
Dominic let a slight snarl cross his face "he will see me, with or without an appointment." "I'm sorry to contradict you sir" she retorted, saying the word sir in a stronger tone of voice than the other words to show her impatience, "but Mr Layton will not see anybody without an appointment end of story."
He gave up and left the desk, getting filthy looks from the people he had pushed passed. He then heeded into the nearest elevator. The elevators had a strange design, although there were 70 floors they would take you as far as the 47th floor. In order to reach the higher ones you had to input an 8-figure code into the panel and even then that would only grant you access to the next 13 floors. In order to reach the top ten you needed to open the secret compartment hidden behind the no smoking sign near the bottom of the elevator and enter another 8-figure code. This he did so and was soon on his way to the top floor, chief's private quarters.
As he headed up he closed his eyes and memories flooded his mind. It was cold, so very cold and he was standing under a bridge waiting for a rendezvous with a customer. He was 19-years old and had reached a height of 6 foot 4, beside him stood his companion a boy aged 17 and although less threatening than himself still posses a 'don't mess with me' quality.
"Are you ok chief?" He had asked his companion, he had given him the nickname, because to him as far back as he could remember he had always been the chief and he the faithful lackey. He loved the system they had, chief was the brains and he was the bronze, they were a team, unbeatable, unstoppable and freezing cold.
"I'm fine, but I would be a lot better if that customer had come on bloody time, he's 10-minutes late!" chief replied.
"Should I have words with him when he arrives chief, if you know what I mean?" Dominic offered helpfully.
"No thanks Dominic, I don't think it would make a difference, its not the customer that's got me pissed, its just our rotten life in general."
"What do mean chief, we're the perfect pair, none of the other dealers can lay a hand on us, why we partially own this whole neighborhood!" Dominic answered surprised.
"But that's just it Dominic, what are we, we're worms that's what we are we may be the kings of the worms but we're still worms. I have ideas, plans, a vision if you like, I can't stand it any longer don't you see I'm better than this, your better than this. We don't belong here we should be sending the dealers out onto the streets to freeze their nuts off not dong what we're told like trained puppies!"
"But chief, doesn't that sound, I don't know kind of boring?" Dominic asked.
Chief looked at his companion who was so cold an icicle was hanging off his nose and laughed. Another memory surfaced this one years later, he was in the bank, mask on and shotgun in hand while people screamed all around him and there was chief taking control, "Shut the fuck up all of you!" He yelled, "just lie down on the fucking floor, don't move and you'll all get of this with your heads still attached to your shoulders!"
It had happened so quickly, one of the people at the bank, he had pulled out a gun from his coat. Everything had been so intense it was like watching a movie in slow-motion, he watched helpless as the man had brought he gun towards chief. He didn't have time to aim his gun only leap forward and take the shot. As he fell he heard chief cry out and then came the sound off mass gunfire as the man was cut to shreds by chief and the others in the gang.
Everything had been spinning and then it went quirt and black. He had woken at their old safe house "chief!" That had been the first word out of his mouth.
"Relax, Dominic chief's fine he's gone to acquire some special drugs I don't think heroine is what you need right now." He then laughed out loud. "Your lucky chief's so loyal to you, we all wanted to leave you there, he killed Matt just to prove that wasn't an option. He carried you out of that place on his own back never seen anything like it you must weight at least 200 pounds. He didn't even seem to care about the money, keeping you alive was all he was thinking about. Anyway we still got a couple of grand out of it, not much but it's enough for now and chief's already planning to knock off that jewelry store on Bakers Street as soon as you've heeled up. Tell me you two aren't lovers are you?"
"If I wasn't lying on a bed with a bullet in my chest I swear I'd make you swallow your own dick for saying that!" Dominic snapped angrily
"Ok, chill buddy you wanna beer?" Simon asked.
A new memory came this one much later still, he was with chief they were sitting in the very office he was heading to now.
"Well what do you think?" Chief asked happily making a grand sweep of the whole office and perhaps the building below.
"What can I say?" Dominic answered, "everything you've worked for, for so long is finally stating to come together, you have every right to cerebrate."
"I?" Chief asked alarmed "I did nothing to achieve all this it was we, you and I working together, without your assistance this could all be nothing but a dream. But thanks to you this is no fucking dream this is real, this is happing now! There is no limit to what we can accomplish in time!"
"But maybe I'm starting to, overstay my welcome?" Dominic offered weakly. "Where the hell did that come from?!" Chief demanded.
"You don't need me anymore chief, you've made it, why you could hire any gun in the city. What can I do that some other thug couldn't? I'm not exactly what you'd call office broken." Dominic said sadly.
"Listen to me Dominic I have yet to meat anyone that could match you, your like a Rhino for Christ's sake! Now I need you more than ever, to stand by me as my second, to protect me from all those worthless barstards who would like nothing more than to top me off and steel my thrown." Was chief's answer.
"Ok" Dominic agreed after some hesitation.
Then yet another memory, worse than all the others put together filled his mind.
It was about a year later and things had been going down hill for a few months now. He had been growing distracted and was making mistakes he had told chief that he was sorry but that there were these voices in his head that kept bothering him, pestering him all the time. Chief had been concerned and had got him to see a doctor, the doctor had given him some pills but things were not getting any better.
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:39:25 GMT -5
Dominic continued
They had been in the office again and chief was talking about a successful raid on a rival gang that had left zero survivors. Then without warning the conversation shifted, "Dominic" chief has said "tell me, how are things?"
"What do you mean how are things?" Dominic said annoyed.
"You know what I mean, are the pills doing you any good at all?" Chief asked concerned. "You are taking them aren't you?"
"And so what if I'm not, what's it to you anyway?" Dominic said bitterly.
"You know it matters to me how you are." Chief answered.
"Sure I do, can't have your precious empire have a week second in command. I bet people are talking, saying you should ice me in the name of safety, I'm a lose cannon just waiting to go off!" Dominic yelled furious now.
"Yes that's what they told me" chief said quietly "and I told them to go fuck themselves. However perhaps what you need is a little rest, a vacation, somewhere like Holland for a few months, the consent age is 12 over there right up your ally. Then when your rested you can come back and you'll be sharper then ever."
"I see" Dominic replied and gave chief the coldest look he had ever given him, then got up and left.
"Dominic, look stop, don't do anything rash now!" Chief shouted, but Dominic was not listening.
That was the day it had happened, Dominic thought to himself, that evening I had committed the crime that would get me sent down for 23 years. He remembered one of the most important hours he had spent on the inside. It was visiting hours, or the visiting hour in his case. Chief had come to see him and he had hopped he would have some news regarding the appeal. Alas Dominic could read his face as he approached, he could tell it was bad news.
"I'm sorry Dominic, I've done everything I could, but there really is no chance of a appeal. Its not a case of witnesses, all I have to do snap my fingers and you'd have a hundred of them that would give you an alibi. The problem is the bloody DNA evidence, its water tight." Chief informed Dominic.
"What about contamination there must be some grounds for you to say it was contamination?" Dominic quizzed.
Chief shook his head "sorry Dominic that may work with items, but they got this DNA from inside the victim, there really is no chance. Tell me Dominic why did you do it, what made you do something so sick without taking any of the proper precautions and I don't just mean that, you should have used some worthless immigrant, you know I've got contacts I could have got you one within the hour!" There was a silence then, some time to allow the dust to settle. "I don't know chief" Dominic finally said.
Chief sighed "listen Dominic nobody's perfect, we all make mistakes, in spite of what you might think even I've made a few mistakes along the way. One of those was suggesting you go away, that was wrong, I should have supported you through what you were going through and I'm sorry."
"Its ok" Dominic answered, "you were only looking out for me and that what friends do."
"No Dominic" chief shook his head "that's what brothers do."
A smile passed between them and chief got up to go "I'll see you next week Dominic and the week after that and so forth until you get out here"
"You mean it?" Dominic said feeling happier than he had been in a long time,
"Of course I do, now take care of yourself you're going to have a ruff time but than you always could take care of yourself."
He had been true to his word, Dominic thought, every week chief had come and every day he had been in training excising and maintaining his position of power in the prison even the voices had left him years ago. He was no longer the ignorant sheep he was when he had entered, he had grown and now he knew that he would finally be able to take his rightful place as his brother chief's second in command.
The elevator doors opened and right away the two guards at the door stopped talking and faced him startled. "Who the fuck are you!" One of them shouted.
"Farther Christmas" Dominic answered and with a quick motion grabbed the wrist of the guard to his left and twisted it. He felt the bones crack beneath his grasp and watched as the guard to the right drew his 9mm and aimed at him. He was too quick for him though and easily placed the guard in his hand between himself and the gun and at such close range the guards chest literally exploded. Dominic then took advantage of the guards confusion and kicked the gun out of his hand. He then gave him a right hook and as the guard fell backwards towards the floor he slid back himself and retrieved the gun. Within seconds Dominic had put 5 bullets into the guards head then put 3 into the other guards head to be on the safe side.
It was a good thing all guns used inside had to be fitted with a silencer otherwise some of the cover staff below might become alarmed by the gunshots. Dominic savored the moment, it had felt so good to kill again, it had been so long he was beginning to forget just how good it did feel. He also savored the feel of the gun in his hand, it was a 9mm the signature weapon, "oh how I missed one of your guys" Dominic said to the gun before performing a very quick tricks. He almost dropped it a couple of times and he remembered he was a little out of practice.
So, after placing the gun in his pocket he headed towards the office. As he entered he suddenly felt himself falling forward, something, or someone had tripped him he realized. He went into a roll and bought himself to his knees but then felt a barrel placed against the back of his head.
"This is for wasting my men you worthless mother fuc-" before chief could finish though Dominic interrupted him.
"Now chief is that any way to treat your own brother?" He heard chief gasp at the voice and felt the barrel fly away from his head. He then turned around to face him, "that's right chief I'm back!"
OOC: There you are Dominic has entered the RPG! By the way John, bloody nice entry, I sear I didn't rip you off by having Dominic coming out of prison I wrote the whole thing before reading yours. What would be really cool is if you and Dominic had gone to the same prison, hence you were released because of the Government scheme. I already altered my post before posting to mention Steven Bahr. It would then be great if we knew each other in prison, remember I ruled the place and I was not one of those horny black guys, not that I'd have anything against being black. It could really develop the story if we knew each other, especially since you were inside for 15-years while I was only inside for 14-years, perhaps you could have shown me the ropes when I arrived before I took over, what do you say?
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:41:12 GMT -5
Airborne
*When the bus stopped Airborn's heart skipped a beat. He knew he was in trouble. He seen the passagners on board. 2 women and a child. He had to get them out of harms way.* Airborn: ALRIGHT EVERYONE OFF THE BUS NOW *he jumped up shouting pulling the shotgun out and pumping it. It had no rounds left so was useless but he still had his 9mm and .45. The passsagners screamd and ran off the bus with the driver in tow. At least they were safe.* Airborn: John stay low and here take my .45. If you see anyone trying to kill us shot him. Remember they want you dead. I don't so try not to get killed. *he knew they didn't want him dead* Airborn: Ok I hope help comes soon. *on cell phone* Chief were the guys *he stops talking as he can hear a engine. He pulls out his Berretta and clicks the saftey off* -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: Dominic? Ha, your back. I missed you... Come into my office. *Chief sits down at his desk and dominic sits accross from him* So, ready to start up again? I've expanded a fare ammount since you were here last. But I could'nt have evin thought about doing this if it was'nt for you. All the north is under my... Our controll now, and I'm expanding into the central part. Well its ours if you wish to start working here again. Oh, do you have a place to stay? I can get you a nice penthouse just accross the street. Acctually its part of this building. There are tunnels under the road... I stay there too... Anything you need just name it.
OOC: Damn good post Dominic. It seemed so real. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
John Roberts
John sat on the bus next to this man who had taken him away from the prison gates, the man was sitting next to the window, a cell phone in hand. John watched him as he spoke on the phone, thinking, thinking of the name Chief. Why does that name sound so familiar
Then his mind clicked. He looked at the man's face, he had finished talking on the phone and slipt it back in his inside jacket pocket, revealing the top of the shotgun while doing so.
"Chief? Does this man go by another name? Paul Scott by any chance?" John spoke, trying to hide his anger.
A surprised look spread across the man's face. He smiled and replied, "Yeah, that's his name. Only his close henchmen know of this, so tell me Roberts, how do you know?"
Anger built up to the maximum, John hands were clutching the seat, almost ripping it apart. He spoke again, his voice low and unreadable, "Me and Paul go way back."
Yeah, way back, John. 15 years ago. Paul Scott set you up, diddn't he? Not a day went pass in prison when you diddn't curse his name, plot for payback, revenge
John's body started twitching as the anger boiled almost uncontrolable.
Revenge
"Hey, Roberts, you okay" the man asked, "You don't look to good."
PAYBACK
With a scream, John rushed the man, slamming his scull into the window. He pulled the shotgun from under his jacket, pumped it and aimed it against his temple.
"What the fuck, Roberts..." the man groaned
"SHUT UP!" John shouted, his voice edgy, hands shaking, on the verge of losing it.
"I AM NOT GOING BACK TO PRISON! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I am not...going back...TO PRISON!! 15 years that cunt took away from. 15 FUCKIN' YEARS. You tell him I'm coming for him, to take my GODDAMN LIFE BACK. YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME? Revenge. My fuckin' PAYBACK!!"
With that last word, John lost it. He pulled the trigger and blasted through the window, glass shattered onto the road. Other pasangers screamed in fear, the bus driver almost losing control of the bus.
"Everybody SHUT UP! YOU, driver, stop this fuckin' bus right now!" John demanded, his eyes wild, no longer in control of his body.
He pumped the shotgun. "NOW!"
"I AM, I AM. Just don't shoot." the driver almost crying. He pulled the bus to the side of the road and stopped, shivering in fear.
A women three seats down from John was crying loudly, her knees held to her chest. There was only two other men on the bus and they were sitting behind her, they wore the same look of fear as the woman.
"Everybody to the back of the bus. NOW!!"
The two men almost fell out of their seat at the sound of John's voice and as fast as they could moved to the back. The bus driver carefully walked from the front to the back, pausing as he went pass John. His body trembling, his voice shacky,
"Please don't kill us. I...I have a family...tuh...two kids...please."
"What, you think you're better than me because you're a familyman?" John snarled, pushing the barrel into the drivers stomach.
"I could have a family too you know. A wife, kids...a fuckin' dog. But NO, I spent my time rotting in a cell. You think that's funny, HUH? YOU FUCKIN' THINK THAT'S FUNNY? WELL FUCK YOU!!"
John pulled the trigger, the sound of the shotgun exploding into drivers chest, slashing his insides apart as the shells ripped through him, chunks of meat and blood sprayed out the other side of his body. The force of the point blank explosion sent his body flying to the back of the bus.
The woman screamed, her face covered in blood, the two men collapsed to the ground shivering, whimpering in fear, one of them was muttering a prair. John looked down beside him at the man who brought him here, his eyes wide open but fear was not on his face.
The woman screamed again when John pumped the shotgun and pointed towards her.
"No witnesses." John muttered as he pulled the trigger.
occ: damn mine doesn't make sense now, everybody posted before I could finish. oh well. Oh and Dominic, let's do it, sounds like a great idea. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: Hey Dominic. You remember that guy 15 years ago... John Roberts. Dominic: Kinda... Did'nt he blame you for setting him up. Chief: He did... But it was'nt me who set him up... Eric Wilson... Former CEO of Multi Cross. Dominic: When you say former... Chief: I had him killed 5 years 8 months and 4 days ago after I found out what he did... Dominic: And that... Chief: He knew I was after John... I liked his record. And Eric could'nt handle me getting a better guy... [*pause frame, Eric was one of my compedetors. He was my worst rival at the time-- Action*] So he put together a plot to kill John's neighbors... Dominic: The Burns family. Chief: Yup. You see Eric set John up, but he made it look like I set him up. Eric knew he could get John into beliving I set him up. And he did... Dominic: So why go and get him if he... Chief: I want to tell him what realy happened... Show him the proof that Eric was the one who did it.. I also wanted to set him up with a job, and a place to stay... I do blame myself for not getting to John sooner, and not seeing the truth of what Eric would do. Dominic: So you want to make your dues in a way Chief: Yes... In a way. *light another cigar and looks back out the window* -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Reese
Scott flipped his visor back up. The gruesome scene unfolding in the bus was making him think twice about contacting Roberts. But he needed a good man...
Scott revved the engine and burst out from behind the semi he'd been tailgating. He took a glance in his rearview mirror and noticed three black trucks bearing down, about a half mile back. Chief's boys. Damn, that guy was quick on the draw. But Scott was quicker. He drove up beside the bus and blasted the door with his gun. It shattered.
"Roberts," he bellowed over the roaring highway. "Come on, I'm here to help you!" He leaned forward, providing room for John to leap onto the bike... if he wanted too.. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
John Roberts
John looked down at the man on the motorbike, his eye wild, urging him to get in. He looked around the bus and saw the dead passangers sprawled on the ground. Blood splattered all over the windows, the seats covered in chuunks of meat. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
The police.
John pointed the shotgun at the new man and shouted, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
"It doesn't matter right now. The cop's are on their way, Chief's men are coming for you and I haven't got time for this bullshit. If you wanna go back to prison that's fine, if not, GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE ON THE BIKE!"
I AM NOT GOING BACK
John jumped onto the vehicle. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:42:03 GMT -5
Reese
OOC- Weeeelll, I'm on a motorcycle, but that's good enough for me.
John safely on the bike, Scott gunned it and leaned hard to the left. The bike almost went down, but he managed to keep it steady as he did a 180.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" John screamed in his ear. "The cops and Chief's men are back there!!" "That's right," Scott yelled back. "And this is the best way to lose them!"
"What the-"
He didn't have time to finish, as Reese gunned the bike again and flew towards Chiefs trucks. The police were all over the place, but Scott had no problem dodging them. They were third rate men with fourth rate cars. He ran a red light through the intersection. The cops trying to give chase were piled up as the lead car careened into a driver desparetely trying to aviod the wild maniac on the bike. But there was still the problems of the trucks...
"Hold on!" Scott called over his shoulder. The were less than a quarter of a mile and closing fast. He aimed the bike carefully, as the trucks spread out in an attempt to keep him from dodging around the outside. But that was not his intention. He pushed the Katana to max, closing the distance in a few seconds. He had been hanging close to the edge of the road, and it appeared that the two on the bike were going to catch a faceful of the Fords front grill. But at the last second, he dodged inward, zipping between the narrow gap between two of the trucks. Reese slowed and turned his head back, as did John. What they saw would have been comical, if it weren't for the adrenalin coursing through their bodies. As Reese had taken his bike between the trucks, they had each swerved to try to hit him, but calculated too late. They had smashed into each other, and the middle driver had spun his wheel back, trying to get away from his flanking partner... and smashing directly into the other one.
"Alright, enough fun for one day. Chief's drivers may be incompetents, but they're not fools. They'll be back on their feet in minutes." With that, he turned forward, and he and John sped down a narrow back street and out of sight. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: *Gets on his cell and calls Airborn* There is know answer... Why? *Gets on the phone and calls the people going to escort Airborn* Where are you? Driver: We are comin up to a bus that looks like something extremly bad happened in it... Chief: Where is Airborn? Driver: I'm stopping now... [*The 4 armed gaurds jump out of the black Suberbin and walk into the bus*] #2 Gaurd: What the hell... #3 Gaurd: *throughs up* FUCK WHAT THE FUCK #1 Gaurd: Oh shit... *grabs Airborn and carries him to the Suberbin* Driver: Lets get out of here... -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Reese
Their pursuers long gone, Reese slowed to the speed limit.
"Where we goin', man?" John asked.
"Operations," was the cryptic reply.
"Okay," muttered John. "Whaterver the fuck that means."
With a sudden jolt, the bike lurched to a stop. Reese stepped off, and John followed suit. "Monitor, requesting vehicle reaquisition at 3432 Lions Road," Reese spoke into the headset. "Yes, the Katana. Make sure you have an agent get to it before someone rips it off." With that, he turned back to John. "I suppose you have a lot of questions."
"That's an understatement," John said. "But, uh, thanks for the save."
"Not a problem. Follow me, and you're questions will be answered." He steered them into the alley, and stopped at a door midway down. He tapped on the door once, paused, and tapped again. With a soft click, the door opened. It was dimly lit, but by all appearences it was an abandonded warehouse. Reese led Roberts back a long corridor, and to a stair well. They descended, stepping over dust and cobwebs. At last, they reached the bottom, and another door. This one looked just like the rest, rusty and battered, but appearences are decieving. Reese slid a hidden panel to the left of the door jamb open, and tapped the buttons in rapid succession. John watched, but noted there were no identifing marks on the buttons; no numbers, letters, or symbols, nothing.
"And here we are," Reese said, tapping the last blank button. The hiss of a decompression lock sounded, and the door slid open. They walked down another corridor, only this one well light, the walls bright and spotless. At the end of the hall was a glass door reading, HQ. Reese opened it and gestured for John to follow.
"What the hell is this place?" John asked, staring at all the electronic equipement and computer screens filling the room. There was only one desk, with a large bank of computers behind it.
"This," Reese said, "Is the temporary base of operations for The Brotherhood, my little semi-military group."
"Temporary? This looks far from temporary," John said, continuing to gaze around the room. It was literally crammed full of hardware.
"Look closely. If you have an eye for detail, you'll notice that everything in this room is set up for a quick move. We never stay anywhere more than a month or two. Anyway..." Reese leaned forward, "My base is not why you're here. If you help me, you'll get to know everything you want about its operation and agents."
"If not...?" John ventured.
Reese shrugged. "Then we give you a tranquilizer and drop you off somewhere. By the time you get around to telling anyone, should you do that, we'd be long gone, and you'd be left to deal with the police. I don't imagine that would be to pleasent, eh?" He didn't say it threateningly, simply as a statement of fact.
"Tell me why I'm here," Roberts demanded. "Why do you want to 'help' me?"
"Hmmm. I don't want to help you, so much as I need you to help me." John appeared not to comprehend, so Reese explained. "You see, when I first saw you're name on my list of potential recruits, I was anaware that you had any connections with Chief, but I've been informed by Monitor, my intelligence man, that you do, in fact, have a few... loose ends, to tie up. Is that correct?"
John gritted his teeth, anger and hatred seething out of his 'Yes'.
"I know what Monitor's told me, but I'd like to here it in your own words. Tell me, exactly what went down between you two fifteen years ago?" -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:42:59 GMT -5
Jim Doe
OOC: Wow, a lot happened today while I was at work . . . makes me feel like my little bit of it is more of a side-track than anything else, but here goes.
Having finally collected everything he needed, Jim sets out for the sleepy suburbs of the city, directed by the address in David Charmin's dossier. The trip would be pleasant if not for the grim work ahead . . . but such considerations as pleasantness do not often enter Jim's mind.
The house belonging to the one who calls himself "The Switch" turns out to be a semi-modest two-floor dwelling with a small basketball half-court. Jim abandons his car a few blocks away, loads up on his supplies, and takes to the shadows. Within minutes he's broken into Charmin's tiny garage and is stealthily moving through to the kitchen.
A quick search determines Charmin's whereabouts - the upstairs bedroom. From the sounds of rapid tapping and clicking, Jim guesses that Charmin is working on his computer. Satisfied that the "Switch" is well occupied and knowing from the dossier that he lives alone, Jim heads back to the kitchen. There, the real work will begin . . .
The refrigerator holds several bottles of beer in various states of emptiness, but Jim augments the alcohol content of the appliance with several bottles of harder stuff from his duffel bag. He's happy to find that none of the bottles had broken during the trip, thanks to the towels he had wrapped them in previously.
Jim's next destination, a hall closet, recieves a box of fireworks whose legality is very much in question. Next, a few small dashes of liqour here and there on the carpet, and then finally back to Charmin's bedroom door. Jim readies his pistols and then kicks the door open. He bears down on the computer hacker, who looks so stricken at this intrusion that it's apparent he's more likely to wet himself that try anything funny.
Actually, Jim thought, that would be pretty funny right now. Out loud he said, "Hands behind the chair, Switch."
Under the bluish-white glow of the computer screen, the only source of illumination in the room, Charmin's skin turned several shades whiter than it normally was. Though he appeared to be completely petrified for a few moments, he eventually did as Jim ordered. Jim moved around behind the hacker and set his pistols down to snap a pair of handcuffs on him. He followed this up with a rope and a gag, then picked the pistols up again and reholstered them.
"Sorry 'bout the gag's taste, Switch," he said conversationally, "but I had to soak it in alcohol before I put it on you." He walked over to the nearby window, opened it, and looked out at the basketball court below. "Nice place you have here. Mind if I smoke? Thought so."
Jim pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small batch of bottle rockets. He pulled one of the cigarettes out, lit it, and puffed away a few times as he opened the package of rockets.
"Here's how this is gonna run," he said as he lit a rocket with the cigarette's cherry and threw it out the window. "And please, don't interrupt me . . . this is more for my sake than yours."
He continued to throw the bottle rockets out the window every once in a while as he talked. "Now, the cops are gonna get here," he said, "and they're gonna find you out there on the court, dead from a broken neck due to a fall from this second floor window. The house itself will have burned down. After some forensics work, they will determine that the fire started here at the window when one of the bottle rockets you were throwing out the window lit fire to some alcohol you spilled on the carpet. They'll probably figure you were having a private celebration or something . . . anyway. You were so startled by the flames that in your drunken stupor you fell out the window and died on impact with all that concrete out there. The police will further find several burnt bottles of alcohol in your destroyed fridge - proof of your drunkard ways - and the remains of illegal fireworks in what will be left of the hall closet - proof of your pyrotechnics fetish.
"In short, you will be dead, your house and everything in it destroyed, and it will all look like it was your own doing. Neat plan isn't it?"
Charmin glared over his gag.
"I thought so, too," Jim said. "Now, I'm going to let you go here in a moment so I can pour some alky down your throat and throw you out the window. I wouldn't suggest trying anything stupid . . . " - with this he pulled out one of his pistols - " . . . because I have another scenario where you were cleaning your gun and smoking cigarettes too close to the cleaning fluid . . . "
Keeping the gun trained on Charmin the whole time, Jim released the hacker and proceeded with his plan. Charmin choked on the vodka that Jim rammed down his gullet, spraying the drink all over himself. Jim then poured more of the vodka on the floor in front of the window, then carefully lit one last bottle rocket and threw it at the puddle. It lit fire, which quickly started to spread.
"Help me, oh please, God, HELP ME!" Charmin began to scream as Jim shoved him through the growing flames and out the window head first. He continued to scream until he hit the ground with a sickening crunch.
Jim quickly gathered his supplies back up and made his way back out of the house. As he slipped into a neighboring yard, he chanced a glance backwards. He was satisfied to see that not only was the fire beginning to lick its way across the shoddily constructed outside of the house, but Charmin's body had caught as well during his run through the flames. Tonight was his night, it seemed.
He reached and mounted his motorcycle and sped off into that night, letting the wheels carry him and his good news back to Chief . . .
Another OOC: I seem to have changed tenses halfway through this post. I think I'll stick to the past tense . . . it feels more natural to me, anyway. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
John Roberts
January 15th
1987
15 years ago
Three brothers sat in a basement, two were talking to each other on kitchen chairs around a wooden table while the third sat back into a coach watching the television set, he was wairing a ripped green tee-shirt with jeans to match, he was no older than sixteen.
"So, John, whatta ya say, man, you in or out?" One of the brothers at the table spoke. He was dressed much the same as the sixteen year old, torn up jeans, a torn black tee-shirt with the words 'K.I.S.S' marked on the front. He could easily pass off as an eighteen year old.
"Look, Dassa, I don't know. It sounds too easy." John replied, he was clearly much older than the other two. He wore an old faded blue shirt and blue jeans. "It sounds easy because it is easy, man. All we have ta do is walk in, wave our guns in the air and scare the shit out of few bank tellers, make sure none of 'em push any alarms while the rest of crew takes care off all the safe crackin' and shit. That's it. He's quarenteed us ten G's each for just lookin' tough. Easy money, man, eeezzzeee money." Darren explained, a look of exitement on his face.
"And who exactly is this...generous man we going to be working for?" Questioned John, suspiciously.
"I told ya, man. Scott, Paul Scott. He's gonna be the man in this city. He's been recruiting people to join his gang and if we prove ourselves with this bank job, we're in, man, we are in."
"I don't give a shit about joining any gang, Dassa, and niether should you. This Paul prick sounds like he's full of shit. Ten thausound dollars? Yeah right, bullshit, sounds to me like he just needs someone to take the fall."
"John, bro, it aint like that, man, Chief is tight."
"Chief?"
"Paul, man, he calls himself Chief."
"I don't give a rat's arse if calls himself Saint Nick, I'm not going, Dassa, and niether are you."
"I'll go." the sixteen year old boy spoke up, his head glancing over the coach.
John stood up and glared at his younger brother, "Sit the fuck down, Bobby, no ones going anywhere." Bobby mumbled something under his breath but soon went back to watching television
Darren stood up, knocking his chair over, a look of annoyance on his face. "Fuck sake, man, what's your problem? Just because you're too chicken shit to do this means that I can't? Well fuck you, man, fuck you. It's already set, The crew's picking me up at two. I'm goin' with or without you, man, with or without."
John sighed and shook his head. "2:00, today? You are a bloody idiot. Have they gone over a plane with you yet? Do you even know which goddamn bank you're rolling? No wait, don't say anything, I already know fuckin' answer. How could you be so stupid to agree with this? Does anything in that hollow head of yours work?"
"Why you always do that, man, you always bust me down like that. It's about time you realise that I'm a man and I can make my own fuckin' dissuasions. I'm goin'."
John threw his arms in the air, "FINE! You leave me no choice, do you? Now I have to fuckin' come. Make sure no one screws you over." John sat back in his chair, shacking his head again.
Darren smiled almost cheering, "Alright, big bro, I knew you'd come 'round. The Robert boys are gonna be rich."
"Can I come?" Bobby piped up again, standing on the coach.
"Bobby, I told you to sit the fuck down." John yelled, "Okay, Dassa, where are we meeting 'em.?"
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:44:03 GMT -5
John Roberts continued
Four hours later.
John and Darren were riding in a back of a black van, both had hold of a 12 guage shotgun. Four other men occupied the back of the van with them. All four of them wore heavy black flak jackets and black pants, they each carried an assault rifle. Only three of them had black ski masks covering their faces, the other was talking on a cell phone.
"Yes, we're nearly there...everything's all set...understood...no there won't be any problems, Dominic...yes...tell the boss he has nothing to worry about...okay...yes." the unmasked man closed his phone and pulled his mask over his face.
Darren pulled his mask on and looked at John Smiling, "We're gonna be rich, man, we're gonna be rich."
John just sighed and shook his head. He checked his ammo and then pulled his mask on.
The van came to a halt, they were there. The four black dressed men all moved at once without speaking, one opened the back doors and then all four swiftly got out, John and Darren close behind. All six charged inside the bank, rifles been fired in the air.
"EVERYBODY DOWN! ON THE GROUND NOW!" One of the dark men shouted
People screamed in shock, not realising what was going on, some trying to run for cover others froze. The six men quickley spread out, firing at those trying to escape.
"I SAID DOWN!!"
Everone dropped to the ground afraid to be the next one shot.
"Good. C.J., Reign, open the safe. Rest of you, kill anyone who moves."
Two of the dark men ran to the back of the room carrying duffle bags, they disappeared into an office. The one calling the shots stood there in the middle of room, not moving. John, Darren and the other walked around the hostages, weapons raised, making sure noone made any sudden moves. A woman was crying, clutching her baby who was also sceaming. Darren pointed his shotgun at the woman. "Shut the fuck up and shut that little shit up aswell."
"Please, he's only a baby." the woman cried
"I SAID SHUT UP!!" Darren yelled, sending his foot into her stomach, hitting the child at the same time. The baby went silent, unmoving. The woman coughed and tried to breathe, oviously winded.
She looked at her child and realised it wasn't breathing. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed, "Oh GOD, NO! Baby wake up. Please honey, for mommy. GOD NO! You bastard, what have you done. God, OH GOD-"
She was cut off by the sound of gunfire ripping through her body making her limbs dance with each bullet slashing into her.
Darren looked at the dark man in the middle of room, his rifle still pointed towards the now dead women. "Keep them under control, understood?"
Darren nodded.
C.J. and Reign came running back from the office, their duffle bags full. "Sir, package aquired." one of them said. "Understood, alright let's moveout." Sir commanded, he charged out the doorway followed closely by Reign and C.J. The forth dark man was next out the door, Darren by his side. John glanced around the room making sure no one had tried anything and then followed the others out the door. He ran towards the van, watching the other five jump in and as he was about climb in after them, John was met mith a shotgun pointed at his face.
"The FUCK?" He yelled.
Darren was aiming the 12 guage at John's forehead, a sick twisted smile spread across his now unmasked face. "Don't look so surprised, John, afterall, you did say this was gonna happen."
"THE FUCK?!" John yelled again.
"Just like you said, big brother, Paul needed a fall guy." Darren laughed as he swung the but of the shotgun into John's scull, dropping him to the ground. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was Sir talking on the phone, "Hello, 911? I want to report a bank robbery."
The black van sped off into the distance.
Reese sat back into his chair reviewing in his mind the story John had just told him. "So..." Reese began to speak. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Airborne
*His head hurt like hell. The motion of him swaying made him know he was in a car or van. He opened his eyes to see a man with a first aid kit working on him. Blood on on his face from a wound. He then remembered. John hit his head agasint the window and shot at him but didn't hit him? He fired past him but then he blacked out from the concusion.* Airborn: Jesus what happened. He freaked out like a bitch. What the fuck did I do. Joey: DOn't talk. He hit your head hard. Keep still while I put steches in. Airborn: You trained for this? Joey: Hey 10 years in the marines trained me.*he said while put a stecth in the 1" cut on the side of his head above the ear.* AIrborn: Get on the blower to chief. Tell him i'm ok and that i'm on my way back. Tell him John freaked out and attacked me. Danny: Yea ok *he said while steering around the corner onto Dove street.*Airborn: He hasm ade a very angry enemy today that John. I don't take to be attacked without warning and the shit took my shotgun*he said with a very dark expression* Joey: Thats not all. He killed all the passangers and the driver.* he said going pale. He finshed stetching and appled a small plaster* Airborn: The sick fuck. I nkow the line and he crossed it. You never kill inocents. *he said with a more darker expression. He seen the Dove street sign on a wall through the front windshield.* Airborn: STOP!! Danny: What? *he pulls up* Airborn: down here and on the left take me to Pete's firearms. Danny: Yea ok. *they drive on and up to Pete's firearms* Airborn: Stay here. Danny: Don't be long ok. *Airborn shakely at first walks into Pete's and meets a middle aged man with a blue cap on. He looks over and grins* Pete: long time no see my friend. Airborn: Yes it has been long *Airborn said back and shook his hand. They used to be squaddies when in the para's 10 years ok. Pete was his Sgt and good friend* Pete: what happened to you. AIrborn: Oh this *he feels the plaster* cut myself shaving *he said and laughed. Pete laughed to* Pete: like that is it. So what can I do for you. AIrborn: I need a gun. Pete: we have plently of them. Airborn: Yes but I mean big guns. Pete: *he looks around.* Follow me. *they walk into the back and he presses a button and enters a code. The walls turn around reveling many weapons.* Airborn: I see you've expanded your collection. Pete: Yep so take your pick. *AIrborn walks over to the gun racks. He picks up a M4 and checks it over* Pete: Aarrr our best seller. $500 and 500 rounds of 5.56mm NATO. AIrborn: I'll take it. I also need something else...here this. *he picks up a Berret Light .50 snipers rifle.* Pete: Another good seller for covert operations. Comes with a night scope, 100 .50cal Teflon rounds so they will go through 1" of steel. Bipod laser site and muzzle brake. All for $1200. I know you can handle these. Airborn: Yes i'll take this too. Here's my credit card. Take $100 for old times sake. Pete smiled and took both the guns away to put in gun caes and equiped up*
*LAter they arrive at chiefs and Airborn goes up with the cases and walks into chiefs office.* Airborn: I don't die that easily. And i've got new hardware. *they then talk about who John is and his new guns* -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:45:00 GMT -5
Reese
"Interesting," Reese replied, having heard John's story. "When I first read the dossier sent over by intelligence, there was no apparent connection with any of the gangs. But Monitor dug a little deeper, and found that, during your trial, there had been mention of a Paul Scott. The point is, at first, only needed a good infilltration man. But knowing of your sorrid past with Chief, I'm wondering if you might be able to help me in other ways."
"Like what ways?" John asked.
"You want to get back at Chief, right? No, don't even answer that, I know you do," Scott smiled. "The point is, I can help you do it. In fact, I can help you bring down Chief altogether."
"So you can move in, right? And take over?"
"No," Reese said quickly, "I'm doing this for personal reasons as well. Not as personal as yours, of course. You see, I made a promise that I would do my best to rid this city of crime. Over the years, I've broken that promise time and again, through inactivity. Now, my group fights more for one principle than anything else: to get rid of all the gangs in Big City."
"Sounds lovely, but where do I come in?"
"You'll help me get rid of them. Starting with Chief's gang. You'll get the chance to destroy him if you wait. I know you'd like to simply blow his head off, but there are much more... gratifying ways. Bide your time, wait for the right moment to strike, and I guarantee you revenge and a little 'pocket change'. In return, I ask only for your services to my organization."
"But why me?" John asked. "What makes you think I could do any better than anyone else?"
Scott smiled, and pulled the dossier out of his desk drawer. "According to this, a lot." He flipped it open and withdrew a stack of papers. "Did you do any, how shall I say it, 'freelance' work for the government, at any time?" Reese asked, glancing at John over the papers.
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Airborne
*AIrborn sits down still dizzy from his ordeal. Chief says something to him but its only a mumble. He thought of earler days. Well 10 years ago. After the war he went home to his wife and kids. God how he loved them. But someone took it all away from him in less than 3 seconds. A mindless drive-by by some anti-war doers. Mary died instantly as her brains got blown across the wall. Jack, his youngest son, bleed to death in Davids arms. Yes my name is David, it was once david. Anna died 2 days later from her wounds. And he, the target most likely as he wore his uniform at the time, was unhurt by a cruel twist of fate. How they thought so proud of him, daddy a war hero, but that's what killed them. At that moment he knew were soicety had fell into nothing. So now he does the dirty end, but only agasint dirty scum of the city. No innocents, no more broken familes. He would only do jobs that he thought would bring some good, he knew there was no hope left for him now. He snapped back awake from chief asking if he was alright.*
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Dominic
Dominic
It took only a second or two for the realization to come into chief's eyes, "Dominic?" He said surprised, but there was a touch of joy in the tone, just a touch though since when all was said and done chief was no pansy, he kept his emotions concealed behind a mask of toughness. Typical macho bullshit it may be but then these are gangsters we are talking about.
"Ha, your back. I missed you" he continued and a small smile appeared on his face. Then he made a sharp intake of breath and a small fire seemed to be burning in his eyes, "Come into my office" he continued. Dominic was pleased chief had invited him in with almost no hesitation, almost as though he knew how far he had come in the last few years.
Why shouldn't he know, Dominic thought, after all chief had come to see him every week and would no doubt have be able to tell that he was getting stronger. He had told chief of his rise to power in the prison with great enthusiasm. Told him how the convicts looked at the ground and stepped aside when he walked past. Yes Dominic reassured himself, prison had done him the world of good and he half expected chief to just hand him his old position back to him without even having to ask.
Although technically they were in the office, in a way there were not, for you see chief had several different offices each one of them used for a different purpose. Instead of naming them chief indicated them only by the tone of his voice and from chief's eager and excited tone Dominic knew they were headed to the main office, or as he liked to call it 'the war room.'
Upon entering Dominic was immediately taken back, the place had changed a great deal since he was last here. Hung on the left wall was a huge map of LA and there seemed to be some sort of compute grid on it as the map was covered with different colored lights. The office also had a few computers dotted around and one of them was build directly into the desk. On top of that the walls were adorned with what looked like very expense works of art. There were also several large TV's suspended from ceiling making a half circle above the desk and it appeared that each one of them was tuned to a different news station.
Chief went around and sat down at the massive desk and unknown to Dominic the floor had been altered slightly so that it was on a rise. This meant that the person sitting at the desk, in this case chief seemed to tower over the person sitting opposite. With a wave of his hand chief monitored for Dominic to sit down and this he did so.
There was a pause then as chief leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. (OOC: No you bloody morons not that kind of Knuckles! )
"So, ready to start up again?" Chief asked without any real emphasis as though is were something as trivial as asking what toppings he wanted on his pizza. Before he had a chance to say yes though chief stated talking again, perhaps savoring this last moment of independence as he had savored the moment when killing those men. "I've expanded a fare amount since you were here last. But I couldn't have even thought about doing this if it wasn't for you. All the north is under my... Our control now and I'm expanding into the central part."
Dominic's heart was pounding, this was all too much, he thought. Firstly chief had expanded, really expanded, when he was last here chief only controlled about a third of the North side. The other 2 thirds were owned by Eric Wilson a nice guy, Dominic thought, as long as you didn't mind him butchering all your close relatives and friends in front of you just because he didn't like the way you looked at him. Dominic knew that he was violent and sadistic himself, but even he had him limits, Eric on the other hand had about a much limits as Irishman in an unguarded bar. Chief had also stopped and corrected himself, changing my to our, it had been a while and he knew that the first few weeks would be quite trying for the both of them as they adjusted to their new positions. After commenting on the fact that he was expanding into the central part chief had pointed to the large man of LA.
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:45:58 GMT -5
Dominic
Looking at the map again all the colored lights seemed to make sense. He noticed that all the North side was covered in green lights while the center contained a few green lights, many more yellow ones but the majority of them were red. He also saw that the South, East and West were all covered in red dots. Impressive, he thought to himself, but once again, just before he was able to open his mouth and say something chief stated up again. "Well its ours if you wish to start working here again. Oh, do you have a place to stay? I can get you a nice penthouse just across the street. Actually its part of this building, there are tunnels under the road... I stay there too... Anything you need just name it."
Dominic didn't need to answer, he just slid his hand across the desk and chief firmly took it and they shook, "welcome home." Chief said to him. "Thanks" Dominic replied, "I don't have a place to say, in fact I don't have anything really, well I do have these cloths" Dominic said sarcastically, indicating his jeans and T-shirt that were full of holes. "Bloody pigs put moth eggs in with them while they were in storage. Bad enough I was wearing casual cloths at the time, let alone having to wear damaged ones like these. This penthouse sounds great, we have a lot to catch up on, I've picked up so much dirt from that prison I could start my own farm. Also if I'm going be your second again you need to give me one hell of an update on what's been happing."
"Sure thing, I'll get some files together so you can read through, it'll take a good half hour to print everything off the server though." Chief answered and began typing into the keyboard on his desk.
"While I'm waiting, could I freshen myself up a bit?" Dominic asked.
"Go right ahead and make yourself at home." Chief said while continuing to type.
"You still have all my...you know?" Dominic queried.
"They were never mine to throw away, and besides I've got plenty of room" chief replied with a smile.
Growing excited Dominic left the office and headed towards the large wash room. Once inside he turned, locked the door behind him and spied what he wanted to see, a large oak cupboard with a safe style lock on. He turned from it for the moment though and headed towards the large bath, it was circular in shape and measured 20 feet from one side to the other. Dominic remembered with glee the 'private' parties he had had in there with dozens of his girlfriends at a time. Best not delude myself, Dominic thought, there were hooker trash, but at least they were relatively clean hooker trash, not one of them a day over 16. He smiled at the happy memories and started to run the enormous bath.
While it was running he stripped of his tattered clothing and dropped them and the gun into the rubbish chute. With pleasure he knew that the chute lead to one of the massive furnaces below ground. He then stepped into the shower to rise himself off, while he was going to have a bath he hated the idea of lying in his own filth.
After showing and them having a very relaxing bath he dried himself off and applying deodorant to the necessary areas he approached the cupboard. Opening was not a problem; the numbers flowed easily from his mind. Just before he opened the cupboard though he ran his finger along the doors, no dust, it was as if he had never left. The doors came apart and reveled their contense, this being 4 suits in sealed plastic cases and a chest of draws below them.
Before removing a suit Dominic first opened the top draw of the chest and took out his custom made bulletproof vest. It was so much more than just you're average bullet bulletproof vest worn by the cops. Rather than just a forward plate this offered complete protection for the back, front and sides. It went on over your head and every time Dominic put it on he had to dislocate his arms in order to force them through the holes provided, it was painful but well worth the effort. What was also special about it was that it was twice the thickness of a standard one with a layer of reinforced titanium in the middle. Although this would make him look unusually bulky his suits were designed to hide the vest well. Of course the price he had to pay for the extra protection was the increase in weight, in fact his vest weighed more than four times that of a normal one. A lesser man would have been unable to even stand up wearing it, let alone walk or run which thanks to his genetically gifted and well-maintained body he was more than capable of doing so.
He then removed on of the suits, pulled apart the case and began putting it on. The suit were, like the vest, tailor made to fit his extra large frame. The suit itself was a pair of white boxers, black pants, a white shirt, a black waistcoat and matching black tie. He also sported a pair of new black shoes with steel toe caps and white socks, To finish the suit were a pair of black sunglasses.
After putting on the boxers, pants, socks, shoes, shirt and tie he went into the second draw and acquired his leather holsters and then attached then to his shirt. Reaching back into the same draw he removed two fully loaded 9mm guns and placed one into each holder that hung either side of him. Dominic then put on the waistcoat and sunglasses then went to study himself in the mirror.
"Almost perfect" he said, I'm just missing something? Ah I know, he thought to himself and applied some hair gel to his scalp. Looking back into the mirror he said, "man I wish I was someone else, then I could kiss me." He laughed and after re-locking the cupboard he headed back to the main office.
Feeling confident he shoved the doors to the main office open hard causing them to smash against their hinges, "well chief how do I look!?" He shouted proudly.
"Like a Reservoir Dog!" Chief shouted back laughing.
"A What?" Dominic said confused.
"Oh sorry, you've been away haven't you" chief apologized, "don't worry we'll watch it tonight there's a character in it called Mr Blond, reminds me of you in your prime. Anyway" Said chief changing the subject, "here's the info you wanted, "everything the gangs done in the past 14 years. Its more than you really need but then again its better to be safe than sorry."
Dominic stared at the small mountain of files on the desk, talk about being dropped in at the deep end, he thought to himself. "Whoa, that's a lot of reading, tell me chief what are you working on at the moment?"
"You remember that guy 15 years ago... John Roberts?" Chief began, Dominic noted the pause, was it chief's memory he thought? No impossible chief has an IQ off the scale, or at least that's the way Dominic always thought of him. Must be because of the set up, still he was surprised to hear chief sweat over it.
"Kinda... Didn't he blame you for setting him up?" He had left his own pause, but his was for a different kind, for you see in his entire life Dominic had never told a lie to chief and vise versa. It just did not happen, however on occasion they had, not volunteered information, which was not really lying as such, for unknown to chief he had known John in prison, had some dealings and had listened hours on end to John wine and rant about what he was going to do to chief when he got out of there. Of course for that very reason he had been forced to punish him.
"He did... But it wasn't me who set him up... Eric Wilson... Former CEO of Multi Cross." There it was, Dominic inwardly smiled that barstards name had finally come up. It was also a good thing Dominic was without moral integrity otherwise he would have suddenly felt very guilty for the hell he had needlessly put John through.
"When you say former..." Dominic began because former could mean anything he wanted to know, was the mother fucker dead, retired or did he even work for chief now, he had to know and was glad when chief respond quickly.
"I had him killed 5 years 8 months and 4 days ago after I found out what he did..." Fair enough, Dominic thought and that explained why chief was now ruling all of the North side, no serious competition anymore.
He knew that chief was holing something back though and so he propped him, "And that..."
"He knew I was after John... I liked his record. And Eric couldn't handle me getting a better guy... So he put together a plot to kill John's neighbors..." chief finished. So that's what it had come to, two of the most powerful crime lords in recorded history had gone into all out war over a pretty face, like two guys fighting over the same girl in high- school. It must have been wicked, he thought, all out gang warfare, if only he could have taken part. As for John's neighbors he remembered them well.
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:46:58 GMT -5
Dominic
"The Burns family." Dominic said, remembering how they we're a bunch of quite harmless hippies who owned an underground greenhouse of cannabis plants. They gave chief a large share of the crop each year and in turn he gave them the protection they needed to remain stoned 24/7. It was a great set up and he could see why Eric would want to end it.
Chief answered him, "Yup. You see Eric set John up, but he made it look like I set him up. Eric knew he could get John into believing I set him up. And he did..."
Dominic was content with the answer, but something just didn't add up and so he asked about it, "So why go and get him if he..."
Chief had seen the question coming and answered before he'd finished, "I want to tell him what really happened... Show him the proof that Eric was the one who did it... I also wanted to set him up with a job, and a place to stay... I do blame myself for not getting to John sooner, and not seeing the truth of what Eric would do."
"So you want to make your dues in a way?" Asked Dominic intrigued, he had thought that it was only he who had changed in those 14-years, but he was wrong, chief had changed to. He had not gotten soft, but he seemed to have a greater sense of responsibility, the kind that came from being in position of great power.
"Yes... In a way." Chief confirmed his suspicions, lit a cigar and stared out the window. Dominic knew that chief must still have trouble admitting these feelings to himself, if only I could tell him that it has nothing to do with losing his edge, just the maturity that comes with experience, Dominic thought sadly. Or maybe, just maybe, he reasoned deep down he knows all to well?
"I was with him" Dominic admitted.
"Was with who?" Chief asked turning around.
"John Roberts, I was with him in prison." Dominic said with a grin.
Chief sighed, and begin typing into his computer, "of course" he said looking at the records that came up on the screen, "you went to same prison all right, damn I'm such and idiot, I could have just told you the whole story and then you could have striated it out with him years ago!"
"It's a real shame" Dominic said trying not to laugh, "because I think I may have driven the guy completely insane."
"What the hell do you mean by that!" Chief roared.
"Well when I arrived at the place I was still a little messed up" Dominic went slightly red and swallowed hard before continuing, "anyway, John sort of felt sorry for me and kept some of the rougher guys off of me. After a while we became friends and he told me stuff, stuff about you, bad stuff. He told me how you had set him up and how when he got out of there he was going to tie you up, piss all over you and then chop you up with a small pen knife." Chief rolled his eyes.
"Glad to see he thought so highly of me, tell me how did he react when he found out I was your brother?" Chief asked curious.
"He didn't" was Dominic's answer "after that I could hardly tell him that or that I worked for you, he would have cut off one of legs just to beat me to death with it! So he knew me as Al Pacino."
"Al Pacino!?" Chief repeated. "Did John comment on the strange coincidence that your name was then same as the main character in 'The Godfather?!' For Christ's sake could you have possibly come up with name that sounds any faker!"
"Hey chief, I panicked and besides, I asked if he'd seen 'The Godfather' and he said no!" Dominic shouted back defensively.
"Enough of this, please just carry on and finish." Chief said growing weary.
"Ok" Dominic began again, "basically there was no way in hell I was going to allow this guy to come of prison alive so that he could try to kill you. So a year later, after I had assumed my position of power I thought up a plan. You see while I could of just killed the son of a bitch I did not want to have my sentence extended any longer. So I decided the best thing to do would be to put him through so much hell that it would drive him to commit sewer side."
Chief felt his legs begin to wobble and had to sit down, "Your not serious?" He asked hoping this was all some sort of sick joke.
"Sorry chief, I'm deadly serious, being in charge of the prison has it perks, one of those is that the other convicts do what the hell you tell them to. I used this to strike a deal with the chief warden, a sadistic mother fucker by the name of Steven Bahr. I told him that if he wanted a nice quirt prison where guys do what their told he would have to do me a tiny favor. If not he can expect every single day to be like Vietnam."
Dominic took a breather before carrying on, "I told him I wanted him to treat John like a concentration camp victim. I wanted him to, have John woken up at 3:00am every morning to clean the toilets, I wanted him to make sure John always had the most out of date food, I wanted him to turn a blind eye while I secretly organized gang rapes for him. Whatever sick and perverted thing you can think of was probably done to John in those 13 years after I'd assumed power. However no mater what I had Steven do to him, or whatever Steven thought up on his own, believe me the sick twat needed little encouragement, would not drive him to sewer side. Instead he just became more and more deranged and the only thing that kept him going was the thought of having your intestines in his hands."
At that chief understandably shifted in his seat a little, "he didn't know you were behind it did he?" Chief asked thinking of the reprisal.
Dominic shook his head, "no way, he had no idea, he thinks it was all Stevens fault. However..."
"Here it comes" chief said dryly.
"However" continued Dominic "Not long after it started John came to me for help and I well, turned him down. He got pretty pissed at me, because of all the help he'd given me at the start. He asked why I would not help him and I told him that I didn't work my way to the top by listening to pleases from charity cases and then I knocked him down and I well..." "Spit it out Dominic" chief ordered.
"Well I sort of gave him a beating, not that hard, I only broke a few of his ribs" said Dominic innocently. "I think Johns a lost cause now, he's just to far gone, even if you explained to him that you did not set him up I still think he'd try to kill you, just to try to make the pain inside him go away somehow. He's a dangerous man chief, he want's you dead and once he finds out who I am he'll put two and two together and he'll want both of us dead ten times more than he did before. Forget recruiting him I think we should kill him as soon as possible while he's unarmed otherwise" Dominic drew a line across his neck with his finger.
"Your right Dominic" chief reasoned, "if I could change the past I would, but now we have to look at the present. I'll call Airborn and tell him to waste John." Chief said coldly.
"Airborn?" Dominic asked.
"A hit man, he's done me well so far. I've sent him to pick up John" With that he tries to call him, "There is no answer?" He says.
Dominic becomes nervous, "Maybe John's killed him?" He says.
"We'll soon find out" chief answers and calls the people going to escort Airborn, "Where are you?" He asks. Then chief quickly hits the speakerphone so Dominic could listen in.
"We are coming up to a bus that looks like something extremely bad happened in it..." the driver of the escort begins.
"Where is Airborn?" Chief demanded.
"I'm stopping now..." the driver continues, then the speakerphone is almost overloaded by several different voices shouting.
"What the hell..." goes the first one, a sound of someone being sick can be heard and then "FUCK WHAT THE FUCK" then a "Oh shit..." comes through before finally the driver comes back one "Lets get out of here..."
The phone goes dead and Dominic slams his hands down on the desk, "I think it's quite clear what's happened, John has killed this Airborn, possibly with Airborn's weapon or with his bare hands. He has just injured, possibly killed the escort and now he is one his way here to kill you!"
"But how?" Said chief "he had no idea where I am."
Dominic grunts "I'm sure Airborn filled him in, you'd be surprised how much you say when your about to die! In any case you can't say here it's not safe we have to leave now! We can use the tunnels to get out then head for a safe house, quickly, he's coming!" Just then the phone rang again, "Hello?" Chief said.
"Hey chief its Danny here, John went all psycho on Airborn, killed all the passengers on board this bus and make a right mess of Airborn. Tell me do your really want to recurit this mother fucker, seems far too dangerous to me."
"I was just talking it over with Dominic..." chief began.
"Dominic?!" Danny let out "he's back?!"
"Yes, yes you'll have time to catch up when you get back, but you can tell the guys that, when you do get back were all going to sit down and have a little talk." Chief said.
"A little talk?" Danny asked.
"That's right, were going to talk about how best to take out John and when I say take out I don't mean a showing of 'The Two Towers' and drink at the bar, got it!" Chief slammed down the phone.
"Sounds like I came at just the right time, seems like your men need a lesson or two in the proper way to be a gangster. Don't worry chief, give me 1 hour with them and I turn then into ruthless killing machines, just like me!"
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:48:05 GMT -5
Reese
*he snaps back into the world and sees chief and someone looking at him* Airborn: Sorry I blacked out then. Whos this *he said poniting to Dominic* Chief: It's my brother Dominic. *Dominic nodded hello* Airborn: Dominic....you the one who raped them girls. Dominic: Look they were gagging for it I tell you *he said as if it was no big deal* *Airborn stood up straight, rage in his eyes.* Airborn: If you weren't Chiefs brother I would shoot you where you stood. They should fry your arse for what you put them people through. *he fought every urge in his body to wipe out the M4 in the case and spray Dominic with 5.56mm death, but his discaplend from his army days stopped him. Dominic looked shocked but soon turned nasty* Dominic: You can't say that to me. Airborn: Well I just did. Chief: WOOOO boys chill out. Airborn: Its ok i'm leaving. If you want anymore jobs call me Chief. *he picked up his gun cases and walked out the room. Any normal man would be scared for his life after that but he just didn't give a shit anymore.* Dominic: We need to talk. *Airborn left the building and walked to a small, shabby aparment building 3 blocks away. He went inside his room on the top floor. It was dark as the blinds were down so he opened them letting the evening sun in. He placed the guns in a safe room in his bedroom then took off his trench coat and jacket and threw them on a chair. He undid his tie and pourd a large whisky and sat down with a big sigh. He turned to his left and picked up a photo.* Airborn: Please don't hate me for what i've become. *he said saddly and took a long drink for the glass. The picture showed him with a boy on his shoulder and one beside him with a young, attarctive women hugging him.* Airborn: Oh god how I miss you. *he drank again and put the picture down feeling depressed. He took out his .45 and put it on the counter next to him and started to sleep. It within arms reach if he needed it.* ----------------------------------------------------------------------- John Roberts
John's eyes twitched, caught off guard by Reese's comments. He watched Reese look through a file. "According to this..." he began, "You were quite the assassin. Sixteen confirmed contracts, all carried out by a David Blanc..." Reese looked up at John, "A.K.A. John Roberts." He went back to looking through the folder, flicking over pages. "Chinease embassadors, German officers, US officials, the secretary of defense..." Reese took a deep breathe and closed the folder, "...his wife and two children."
John was stunned, completely taken off guard. "How the fuck did you get this information? There's no evidence to connect me to any of this." John jumped to his feet, fists clenched, eyes burning in rage. "You want to try and blackmail me? Have me locked back up, back in prison ? Well FUCK YOU! I'M NOT GOING BACK! YOU HERE ME! YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME?!" John screamed. His eyes twitching, body shacking, about to lose control.
If Reese was intimadated, he wasn't showing it. He sat there, a cool expression on his face, his voice low and calm. "Sit down, John. I didn't bring you here to blackmail you, you here because I need a hitman and an assassin of your...calibre can be quite valuable to a man like me. Now please, take a sit."
John closed his eyes and took deep breathes, his anger slowly fading. He sat back down. "Thank you. Now listen, I know what you want...your revenge...I can make it happen, I can help you, protect you from the law, from Chief's henchmen, I can make it possible for you to do what ever you want in this city. In return, you will work for me."
John listened very carefully, concentrating on Reese's every word.
"Now John, do we have a deal?"
"Yes, but you understand something, when I have Paul Scott, I don't want any interfearence. What I do with that cunt is my business. Understood ?"
Reese nodded, a satified look on his face. "Understood. Now, let's get down to business shall we?" Reese reached down beside him and picked up a green folder and passed it to John. "Your first target."
John opened the folder revealing a colour photo of a twelve year old girl. She was smilling.
"Who is she?"John asked.
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Chief
Chief: SHIT. Reese probably has John, Airborn just walked out, John wants me dead... How things can change in one bloody fucking day... I'm geting Airborn back... He's good at his work, and I need him. *gets on the phone* JIM I need you to go to Airborn's place and get him back over here. *He thinks of his wife and 1 child. A girl*
OOC: K... I have a wife now. I could'nt think of very much to put in this post. I'm studying, and my mind is on other things. I got my last exame tomorow so... But trust me when I say I have big plans for latter -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Reese
OOC- I don't want to kill innocents here, John. Go easy . And Airborne, you might want to consider switching sides sometime. I'll tell why in a later post. Till then...
"This," Reese said, tapping the picture, "Is Chief's daughter. He's not what you might think of as a family man, but he loves does love her, and would do anything to save her."
"I see," John said, a grin starting to spread across his face. "You want me to take 'er out? Hit him where it hurts?"
"Not quite," Reese replied. "Actually, what I want you to do may be a bit harder. I want you to kidnap her, and bring her to me. She's young, and probaly doesn't have any tactical data on our adverary. But she does have something we need. She's a bargaining chip. I know you have the stealth skills and dedication to come through." "I think I see what you need," John said, leaning forward, his eyes burning. "But I don't want to bargain with that asshole. I want him dead!"
"As he will be. But she," Scott continued, "gives us the upper hand. All my psych information on Chief indicates that he'll go to drastic measures to get her back. That will give us the advantage we need to draw Paul Scott out into the open. Where he's vulnerable. What do you say?" -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Jim Doe
Jim Doe
"Right, Chief. We'll be back up there within the hour."
Jim sighed as he clipped the celphone back to his belt. Collecting the supplies and the break-in itself had taken a bit out of him, but duty called. As long as Chief supplied the money, Jim did the job regardless of his need for sleep . . . and it sounded like that sleep would be a long time in the coming yet.
The address that Chief had given led Jim to a small, shabby looking apartment complex. He guessed that Chief had given Airborn the chance at a setup much like Jim's penthouse, but had chosen this instead for its anomnymity.
Smart move, Jim thought. I might have to do the same sometime soon . . .
Jim pressed the call button next to Airborn's apartment number and waited for a response. It was slow in the coming, but the speaker box finally blared a slightly slurred "What the hell do YOU want?" through a sea of static.
"I don't want anything," Jim replied. "The Chief, however . . . he wants you."
There was a short pause - most likely Airborn considering his options upon hearing an unfamiliar voice calling for him - then a loud buzzer sounded.
"Come up," Airborn said. "Let's chat first."
Jim raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. The now-unlocked door swung open at his touch, allowing him into the grafitti strewn stairwell. Two flights of stairs later, he knocked on Airborn's door. He heard a muffled voice tell him to come in.
Jim held his left hand up and openpalmed while he opened the door slowly with his right. It swung open on a darkened apartment, lit only by faint moonlight filtering in through the curtains. Jim held his right hand up and open, then stood as still as he could . . . and waited.
He didn't have to wait very long as it turned out. Airborn quickly recognized him from their short meeting at Chief's office and stepped into the light, his pistol pointed at the floor.
"Sorry," he said. "I thought you might be . . . someone else." Jim just nodded as Airborn wiped sleep and drink from his eyes. "You can go on ahead . . . I just need a second, then I'll catch up."
His job done, Jim closed the door before heading down the stairs. As he made the trip back to the office, he pondered his brief meeting with Airborn. Even though it had been apparent that the man had just woken up and was slightly tipsy, he still held an almost military bearing and was possessive of an alertness that cut through the glaze that had settled on his brain. Airborn was obviously a man to be reckoned with.
Jim's curiosity, therefore, was piqued. The upper part of Airborn's cheeks from his eyes to his ears had been damp. What could make a strong man like this cry in his sleep . . . ?
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:49:16 GMT -5
Airborne
*Airborn watched Jim leave from his door way. He walked into the bathroom and switched on the light making the room glow. He looked at himself hard in the mirror. It seemed like minutes had passed to him but it was only seconds. He turned the tape on and washed his face, letting the cold water wake him up. He turned the tape off and grabed a towel to dry his face and hands. He placed the towel down and looked in the mirror.* Airborn: Ok, lets go *he said not realy enthusiastic about it.* He went back to his bedroom and made sure the guns were locked and hiddin well away. He then put his tie back on and jacket smarten up in the large bedroom mirror. He walked back into the living room and put his trench coat on making sure his .45 and Berreta were tight in there hoslters on each side of his chest. He went outside his room and locked the door with 2 locks before heading down staris. He went outside were Jim waited in a car. He walked up and got in the passager side* Airborn: So what he want then. Jim: I don't know, but while find out soon enough. *they drove off to the HQ* -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Secratary: Sir, Airborn and Jim are here... Should I send them in? Chief: Yes... *Watches Jim and Airborn come in* Please sit... Airborn: What do you want now? Jim: Do you need... Chief: I need both of you for this mission... Your the best I got right now.. Zane tells me this "Reese" is after something... Something I have... Something I can't let him get. Airborn: And that is?... Chief: My daughter... I need you to watch her... *hands both the men a folder with all the info they need* I'm asking both of you to do this because your the best... Will you? -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Airborne
*Airborn took the folder and opened it up. A photo of a girl was on the front page. It reminded him of his daughter.* Airborn: Ok i'll do it. Do we watch her all the time or what. What about you Jim*he said turning to him. Jim was still looknig through the folder* -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Jim Doe
Jim looked up and said, "I'll watch her as long as you need me to. However . . . just what sort of opposition are we looking at here? If they're really serious about taking your daughter, we may need more than just simple pistols and harsh words to keep them back.
"Also, if it's going to be just the two of us, we may need some armored vests or the like. I'm sure we're not the one that will be falling in a fight," he said with a slight grin, "but I'd rather we didn't fall sooner than we have to." -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chief
Chief: You'll find everything you need on floor 36 room F-02. Cody is there, and he'll show you everything you need... And yes, its a full time job. Jim: Where is she right now? Chief: I think she's at the City Centre Mall...Airborn: As for a car? Chief: Go see Dan, he'll get you something. May I suggest a Suberbin.
Chief: gets on the cell phone. Your probably at the wrong office... *looks at Jim and Airborn* Time to go... But keep any weapons in the car. exept for those that can fit in your trench coat. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
John Roberts
"Alright, fine. I'll get her and I won't hurt her but if anyone gets in my way, I will do what I have to do." John growled, obviously annoyed at having to do this job. He killed people not kidnapp them.
Reese stood up, gesturing for John to do the same, a serious look on his face."Understood. However you better understand something, John. I can protect you from the law but if you go out there killing innocents and causing mayhem you'll make it very difficult for me to accomplish that. You keep a low profile. If you need to take someone out then do it but don't take out the entire neighbourhood with it."
"What ever." John grumbled. "So...where is she?"
"At this time, according to my contacts, She is at the City Centre Mall with her mother. Shopping for school clothes I believe. She won't be there all day, so I suggest you get yourself ready." Reese continued."All the information you need to know about the child is in that folder I gave you."
John crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. "I assume you realise that I'm not goin' to be fuckin' walking there. I need some wheels."
Reese just smiled, a confident smile. "There is a black sedan waiting for you outside. Everything you need for this operation is in the trunk." -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Reese
"Very well. This mission is timed, so you better be off. See you in 24 hours," Reese continued, emphasizing the last part. John was insolent, surly, and insubordinant, but he would get the job done. Scott smiled. This was going to work out just fine.
As soon as John left, Scott sat back down at the desk and retrieved another dossier from the top drawer. This one was marked 'A Thomas'. Reese flipped it open and studied the first few pages. Standard documentation of Airborn's public life: copies of SS cards, birth certificate, visa, and fingerprints. He flipped further into the surveillance report to the file marked 'Activities'. This folder would tell Reese all he needed to know about Airborn's government, military, and private roles.
"Distinguished Service with the British 'NightFire' Paradrop Division during the European Conflicts seven years ago; awarded the Medal of Valor for outstanding performance above and beyond the call of duty. Saved the lives of thirteen soldiers and twenty-seven civilians. Refused commendations...."
Reese paused. So the man was a war hero. It wasn't unusual for such individuals to turn to a life of crime. The 'refused commendation' part was what confused him. He pulled Thomas's psych file and read it intently. Airborn didn't fit the profile for someone in his position. He suffered from post traumatic stress disorder and was prone to alchohal abuse, but no other information served to explain why he was now involved in a vicious gang war. Something had happened to make him fight like this. Perhaps foul play? Maybe Chief's gang had pulled him into this. But that doubtful. Reese continued in the Activities file.
"Joined Chief's Gang three years ago after death of wife and child." Reese stopped. 'Death of wife and child....' He quickly flipped to the index, searching for more information on Thomas' family, but found only 'Not critical to Evaluation'.
"Bullshit," he muttered, but continued. The remainder of the file documented Thomas' tenure as a gang member. None of the data was concrete, but Airborn was suspect to a number of citizen assassinations and murders, break-ins, terrorist acts. The list went on and on, but Reese still wondered why a man of such chivalry would allow himself to spiral into such depths. He suspected that the information on Thomas' family life was just what he needed. He turned to his communications tranceiver and punched up Monitor.
"What'cha need, boss?" The young man responded.
"I have have the dossier on Airborn that surveillance sent over. It's incomplete. I need you to find me any information about Adam Thomas' family."
"Sure thing. May I ask why?"
"This guy is one of Chief's higher level henchmen. Another 'reaquisition' may be in order."
Monitor smiled. "So things are heating up then?"
"Quite so, it would appear," Reese replied. "The gangs' recent waring may be their own undoing. Have that info to me, ASAP, if not sooner."
"Sure thing," Monitor replied, signing out. Reese sat back and waited. Airborn could have the key information he needed to bring this gang violence to an end.
OOC- I had to make up some stuff there, if you noticed. Hope its not to far out of the story.
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 21, 2003 4:50:27 GMT -5
Dominic
OOC: I've had some huge problems, turns out its not my cable but the whole damn modem that's gone bust! Anyway I just had to post so I'm using my mums laptop (hope I get away with it.) It will seem at first that I'm way behind but bare with me it will all make sense in the end.
Airborn had slammed the door on his way out and Dominic's mind it had been the final straw and it had sent him into a serene calm. The same kind of calm found in nature, the kind that preceded a storm and Dominic stood very still, gently swaying as though in a light summer breeze. The smile that spread over his face did not look natural, instead of stopping it carried on, growing more and more until practically every tooth in his mouth was exposed to the hash artificial light coming from the ceiling of the office.
If only chief had noticed, maybe the storm could have been delayed, even averted but alas he had his mind on other things, "SHIT!" He shouted to himself, while pacing up and down beside his desk. "Reese probably has John, Airborn just walked out, John wants me dead... How things can change in one bloody fucking day... I'm getting Airborn back... He's good at his work and I need him." Chief was fanatic, on the edge and that was in hindsight Dominic's fault since he was the one who had automatically assumed the worst regarding the John situation. While it was true he was only looking after his brother's interests, this desire to protect him at all costs had impaired his judgement and consequently made chief a little paranoid.
Lost in his nerves chief hurriedly picked up the phone and called Jim, "JIM! I need you to go to Airborn's place and get him back over here."
The reply came over the speakerphone, it sounded tired and worn out, "right chief. We'll be back up there within the hour." We're Dominic not in 'the calm place' he would no doubt have asked who that was but instead he suddenly snapped his neck around to face chief and asked in a disturbingly over the top happy voice, "could I please use the telephone chief?"
Chief froze, he knew the tone, the look, he had been through what was about to happen countless times before and knew what had to be done. "Sure thing Dominic" he said in a relaxed and non-threatening tone, then slowly stepped back until he was against the wall.
"Why thank you chief!" Dominic answered loudly and reached for the telephone and planed his hand on it. Then without warning he cried out maddeningly, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He tore the phone out of it's holder on the desk and with great force hurled it across the room into the massive electronic map of LA. Sparks and small explosions followed as the tiny lights shattered under the impact. Dominic then grabbed the monitor on the desk and even more impressively than before tore it out of its grove in the desk and threw it to the floor. The glass shattered and there was another small explosion as the leads were long and had come with the monitor.
It was at that point that the storm or rather Dominic's rage went into full force and he drew both his 9mm and began firing at almost everything in the room. The computers, the TV's, the valuable paintings on the walls and even the windows, which luckily were not only reinforced to prevent them from braking but were one way so that no police helicopters could spy on any dodgy looking scenes inside.
As the bullets flew and things became wrecked chief remained not only perfectly still but also strangely at ease. It was as though chief was in the eye of this metaphysic storm for no shots came within a foot of him.
Finally Dominic had spent all his bullets and stood motionless in the middle of the room breathing heavily.
Almost casually chief pushed himself off the wall and approached him, frowning slightly at the damage but not really cross. "Was it Airborn?" Chief asked.
"Of course it was fucking Airborn!" Dominic shouted and with a quick turn kicked over chief's large mahogany desk. "How dare he talk to me like that!" He shouted, "there is only one person in this world that I allow to disrespect me and that's you chief. Why" he asked, "why did you allow him to do that? What the hell has happened to you these past 14-years that would make you take that of shit?"
"A lot has happened Dominic, a lot more than I ever told you about during the visits. I'm not as free as you are anymore I have...ties."
"Ties?" Dominic questioned finally starting to cool down.
"Yes Dominic, your not..." Chief was worried and gave Dominic a long look before continuing, "your not the most important person in my life anymore."
Dominic was to stunned to be angry, "who" he began confused, "who on this Earth could mean more to you than me? Mean more to you when I, your only brother, would do anything for you? I'd die for you, you know that? I'd slit my own throat and watch myself bleed to death in a mirror if it was the only way to save your life!" He was crying now, the tears dropped like bodies, like a person who'd just been shot, each tear a death, for with each tear Dominic died inside over and over again. "who is it!? For fucks sake say something, tell me who they are!" He pleaded his head in his hands.
"My daughter." Chief said.
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