Realistic or Modern A Family Affair: The Irish Mob - IC (Ended)

[Shireling]

Rudy Meyers
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Rudy glanced about, looking at all the armed men and crates of firearms. "I can see we're about to go balls-deep without any lubricant. It's pretty gutsy, but we could make a mess of this thing quick," he said to Jackson and then nodded to Blake as he was brought his coffee, "You're a lady and a scholar," he said approvingly to the blonde. He then turned his attention back to the blueprints. He took out his small notepad and jotted down a few notes with a carpenter's pencil, cross-referencing the blueprints every so often. Finally, he placed his finger down in six different places on the schematics for illustrative effect.

"So basically, this thing is not that old as buildings in this city go. But it was built during the Depression, they likely skimped on the materials, and let's be honest this was probably union work so it was likely designed to be decrepit to keep those repair contracts coming in." He scratched his head with the pencil. "So we can do this one of two, well three ways. I can try to sneak in and plant charges on these two load-bearing walls here," he pointed, "and that will bring the eastern portion of the top floor collapsing through the bottom. Hopefully, that will flush whoever is left out the west exit," he pointed, "where you can have an ambush set."

He sipped coffee. "Or, give me enough time and I can place these two additional charges and bring the whole thing down. That'll depend on what security is like in the place, but more importantly it's pretty much guaranteed to do damage to the surrounding buildings. I'm not really sure what's near the factory, maybe nothing.

"Alternately," he admitted, "you can go in shooting first, trap them in the upper floors, and I can hurl the explosives through the window. That would make a hell of a mess, and likely cost you some guys, so I wouldn't play it that way if I were you."

Rudy picked his cup back up and took a sip, then lit a cigarette. He looked to Jackson for feedback, and then glanced to Aliana to see if she had an opinions.

Enzyme (Jackson) Bellz (Blake) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

 

[Enzyme]

Sergeant Patrick Higgins​

Patrick had been chained to his desk all morning. While he'd leave most of the paperwork to his subordinates, he was having to handle the malpractice of the Gardai who had arrived at the shooting. While he took his training program on passive enforcement and last-resort-lethal-action very seriously, not a single shooter had been arrested or shot. With his Lieutenant breathing down his neck, he was likely stuck filling out the neck high paperwork on his desk until it was all gone. Jesus Christ. He occasionally escaped from the mind-numbing work to refill his coffee mug, able to interact with the few officers and detectives still in the office. "You still pushing paper, Higgins?" One of the men asked. "Aye, blow my brains out," Patrick grumbled, pouring the coffee pot over his mug. "You can thank the blokes on thirteenth." A few men mumbled in agreement, shaking their heads. "Those are my fuckin' guys. I've made it too clear that lethal force is rarely acceptable that they're now too afraid to touch their own gun." He got the sympathetic nods, but no one could really help him out of his predicament. Instead, he retreated back to his desk, as he unfortunately knew that the paperwork wouldn't fill itself out.

On his way back, he caught sight of Kennedy. He hadn't been able to put a pin on the man. While he knew the man's relations, along with everyone else in the office, he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. He got his work done and lately he'd been holding a vendetta against the IWU. The Union had been a concern to the Gardai since the parade bombing, but they had been too elusive for the office to pin and were beginning to stir up real trouble. Still, it was hard to put their focus on them when the mob was playing in their backyard.

Patrick had made it a point to bring up the human trafficking case with him, which Kennedy had talked about a few days prior. As he stood up to follow the man, he saw him strike up a conversation with Donnelly. That instantly left a sour taste in his mouth, as he held his own suspicions on Donnelly. When Donnelly got his hands on cases, mostly those that involved the Porters, crucial evidence had a tendency to go missing and witnesses became more reluctant to talk. Nevertheless, Patrick walked over to the men, in order to further ignore the ever-growing pile on his desk. "Afternoon, lads. How's she cutting?" He made his presence known, casually sipping his coffee.

Misty Gray mpower

 

[mpower]

Kennedy Sullivan​

It was a small defeat to not have made any progress in that trafficking business, but for Kennedy, drugs did not have such a negative moral influence like for others, for obvious reasons. Still, they had to get progress in that case, for the sake of Donnelly. "The port in Wexford, South East of Ireland, is reported to be their crucial assembly point for the drugs, basically a crossroads for the whole island. Might put a concentrated force up there, might be a splinter group there coordinating it all." He took another sip out of his now cold coffee, completely calm and observant as he listened to his fellow Detective. He could only shrug to Donnelly's statement about the Porters and their status of being on the watch list, he was well aware that the man in front of him knew about his connection, like everyone most likely, but Kennedy also knew who was crooked or not, which lead it up to be a simple draw of knowing things about each other.

Donnelly seemed too smart to act against the Porter mob and Kennedy, else he would have never let himself fall into this "hole" of corruption at the beginning. Which lead Kennedy to not pursue the topic of getting blindsided, yet he raised his eyebrow as he noticed a small political vein in Donnelly's answer and explanation of Jared, a smile formed up on Ken's lips as he noticed a rather personal trait in his colleague, which made him feel trusted by "Donny" to some extent, even though everyone probably knew about his disdain for the Armstrongs. "Funny to see this part of you, Donny, but I am not getting involved in politics, personally", Kennedy added and shortly afterwards started to explain his own progress with a slightly frustrated undertone. "Well, many folks keep their mouths shut, but we start to get descriptions of the folks who started the whole shootout, judging by the fact that the initial salves mainly hit Porter members, we first thought it must have been IWU involvement, but the daughter of Mr Armstrong got a hit as well whi-"

Kennedy got stopped in his tracks as a well-known voice interrupted his small explanation. He turned his head to the source of the voice and smirked slightly, the complete opposite he felt internally, even though his family got a certain hatred for this man, he personally could not exactly emphasise with those emotions. Sergeant Higgins' never been a prick, nor a lazy ass, but apparently, he pissed the wrong gang on its shoe, sadly. He knew today was the day, and the presence of Higgins just reminded him exclusively of the incoming task, which James had assigned him too partially.

"Afternoon Higgins, all good here, just having a chat from all the stress. Heard you got the same issue", Kennedy tried for small talk, not wishing to put too much attention on his pretended observation mission with Higgins later on this day, the fewer people knew of it the fewer people would put the blame on Detective Sullivan.

Misty Gray Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

George Sanderson​

George caught the wide smile on Finn's face when he'd mentioned his parole. Oddly enough, he hadn't told Peter or any of his other friends within the prison yet. He wasn't even sure if he would as it might add more pressure onto him. His last parole had been rejected and he'd felt a sense of shame when he'd told his prisoner friends he'd be sticking around for longer. The arseholes within the prison had also taken amusement in George's misery. No, he wasn't sure if he should make it harder for himself by telling anyone. If his parole was going to be rejected again, it would be easier to deal with it without the sympathy or mockery of others. At least he could tell Finn. "It's exciting... and nerve-wracking," he admitted, but still grinned at Finn's enthusiasm. "How could I forget about you? I haven't got many mates out there... you'll bump the numbers up," he joked. In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he could forget the handsome man before him. Hopefully he'd be able to stop by Peter's place and just happen to see Finn there too!

George couldn't control the slight frown he displayed when Finn said he was trying to work things out with Eleanor. He knew it was selfish and he was punching well above his weight, potentially even in the wrong direction, but he'd deep down hoped to hear Eleanor was no longer in the doctor's life. Before he could say anything subtle about the man needing to move on, Finn told him about a young man's death. "Oh shit, mate..." he began. He very nearly reached his hand out to place it comfortingly on top of Finn's, but caught himself before he could do such a thing and instead folded his arms. "I'm sorry to hear that. When will people learn that violence isn't the answer?" He softly smiled upon hearing Sinead was on a little holiday. Judging by how Peter spoke of his wife, he imagined the poor women needed a holiday. "I hear Mrs. Callahan is quite a sweet little lady. She'll probably benefit from such a distraction. I'm hoping to have steered Peter towards a positive distraction too," he added. "You seem like a strong-minded guy, but just make sure you ask for help if you're suffering. It's not healthy to hold things in... which is probably why I talk to much," he remarked.

George smiled brightly upon hearing Finn had started teaching at the hospital. "Positive action! I like it. I bet you're a wonderful teacher, Dr. Sullivan." George couldn't hide his the admiration from his face. "I hope I can be as motivated if I get out of here. I've got a lot of life to catch up on and a lot of life to live."


Bellz (Finn)

 

[neverbackdown]

Alexandra and Michelle Romano​

Alexandra was in work that morning for a few hours, while she wasn’t rostered in she had been spending a lot of time in the back office endulging herself in her business, anything to keep her mind of Ali and Conor. She had been secretly doing up her old home knowing the porters may have an issue with Alexandra trying to move back out especially with all the trouble going on and Michelle being present in their lives now but she firmly believed it was time to move out and on with her life, obviously she would plan to keep in contact with them all and allow Conor to see Michelle whenever he wanted but she herself did not want to see him, especially considering every time she saw him the past few weeks she had to stop herself from hurting him or screaming at him.

After a few hours of looking through reports, Alexandra picked up Michelle from school and put on a smile as they walked to the house. Michelle was in very good mood and with that came a lot of questions. Inwardly sighing, Alex tried to answer them the best that she could but death was not a subject that Alexandra was extremely comfortable answering and neither was the apparent gang war that Michelle had somehow found out about.

Once in the house, Michelle ran in on the hunt for her dad. Once she spotted him on the couch she kept running before diving on him. “Dad” she asked, Conor would regonize by her tone that she had a question or a few to ask. “Is who killed Tommy the same as who killed Fallon?” She asked but before he had a chance to answer she continued rambling on within one breath “who are they and why are they hurting our family?” She bit her lip as she looked towards the door and back to her father “are we a gang?” She asked curiosity clear in her voice.

Alexandra followed her daughter and stood in the doorway as she bombarded Conor with questions that Alex herself was unable to answer. She shook her head slightly to herself and wondered how on earth Michelle had found all this information out, the adults were always careful about talking about the children and yet it was like Michelle had been told all this already. Without so much as a look towards Conor or a hello, Alex left the room and made her way towards the kitchen “I’m making you lunch michelle” she called out before entering the kitchen.

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

Still holding Lucy from behind, James rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek once again. "Stop worrying, Luce. I can tell you're fretting," he knowingly told her. Not that he didn't have anxieties of his own plaguing his mind in that moment. "I'm sure Sinead will be able to help you over the coming months. She's done it three times now, after all. Or... you can ask your mother..." he said, before letting out a chuckle at the thought of Shannon giving her own brand of sympathetic advice. "If I'm being honest, though. I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for and I'll be here every step of the way."

When asked what gender he thought their baby would be, James thought for a moment. It went without saying that he'd be happy no matter what, so he knew he could make light of having a preference. "I hope you're right, love. A little girl would be sweet and all, but I don't think I could cope doing all that again. Mal and Del have caused me great worry over the years and they still do. At least I know I can trust Leo with Del, but I can't shake the feeling Mal will end up with some guy I hate... All I'm saying is, I'd worry far less with another lad like Syd. Boys are a breeze!" he half-joked.

Lucy asked him if he was feeling homesick and James knew it was useless trying to deny the truth. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not meant to be thinking about business, but it's hard to switch off. They're all back home taking some big risks out there. I just wish I was in the middle of it all with them and making sure they all walked away unharmed. I know I'd only lead the pigs to them, but it feels wrong not being there." He let out a sigh. "I'm spoiling our moment, aren't I?" he quietly asked her. "I guess you're going to have to distract me, Mrs. Porter," he flirted.


Bellz (Lucy)

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

It wasn't long after Arlene had left the house to carry out the job she'd been given when Alex returned home with Michelle. Conor had just been resting his eyes when his daughter dived on top of him. "Jesus Fu--Fudge Maker!" he groaned in pain as her elbow dug into him. "Heyyy, kiddo. Have you had an amazing, fun day at school?" he sarcastically asked. Conor sat up just in time for the barrage of questions.

Conor was taken by surprise at the kind of questions Michelle was asking and he looked to the doorway where Alex was standing. He'd looked to her to see if he should answer or not, but was instead derailed when he noticed Alex looked pretty unhappy with him. Not that he was surprised by it. He was just struggling to address the elephant in the room, especially finding opportunity to do so in private. When Alex left to make Michelle something to eat, Conor looked back to his daughter. "The person who killed Fallon is locked up in prison," he assured Michelle, referring to Ciara. He then bit his lip as he thought about her other questions. "To put it simply, they're a bunch of freaks who can't handle seeing the rest of us happy. Some people just want to cause trouble, sadly." Conor shrugged his shoulders. "We? You're not in a gang, Michelle. You're in a family. The family just happens to own a lot of land and businesses, but other groups just want to piss on all of that."

neverbackdown (Michelle, Alex)

Detective Donnelly​

Donnelly nodded his head when Kennedy suggested giving the port in Wexford another going over. "It would certainly be worthwhile to have a few of my men scope the place out again. It's been a while since we had surveillance there," he agreed.

"Politics isn't something I choose to get into myself. However, the Commissioner being shot during his speech has forced me to take an active interest. Besides which, I think everyone decent in this department would benefit from Morris being mayor rather than Armstrong." Donnelly took another drink from his coffee mug as he listened to what Kennedy had to offer on the restaurant shootout. "Well, the consensus seems to be that the Porters didn't instigate the attack, but were rather the victims. However, I find it hard to believe nobody got a good look at those who did initiate the attack." Donnelly didn't get chance to comment on Jared's daughter being injured as Sergeant Higgins joined the two detectives.

"Afternoon," Donnelly gave the man a simple greeting. Of course, they worked professionally with each other, but it was clear neither Donnelly nor Higgins cared to share much by way of personal conversation with each other. Donnelly knew the man was suspicious around him, but neither ever really mentioned anything. "It's going as great as ever," he drily remarked. "On top of shootings and drug smugglers, I've also be tasked with evaluating the plans and security detail for the Mayoral election. I'm just grateful they're holding the whole thing indoors, rather than out on the street surrounded by infinite vantage points," he explained, referring back to the attack on the Commissioner during the parade.

mpower (Kennedy) Enzyme (Higgins)

Grace Armstrong​

Grace had been in college for the majority of the day and was then driven back home by one of the men Jared had employed to guard his family. Even the fact she was being escorted home by some armed jerk didn't manage to wipe the smile from the teenager's face. She practically skipped into the house and tossed her backpack onto the sofa before picking Andy the dog up to cuddle him in her arms. "Mum? Quinn?" she called out to them. The pup began to wriggle in Grace's arms, causing her to quickly place him back down on the floor before he scratched the healing wound above her elbow.

When Faye and Quinn eventually joined her in the lounge, Grace looked to them with an expression on her face which made it clear she was about to announce something and clearly it was a positive revelation. "Guess who got A-grades in all of her latest assignments and exams?" she asked, clearly referring to herself. "There Dad was accusing me of slacking off and wasting my education. It feels good to be right!" she excitedly told them.

The last few weeks had been difficult. Her wound was easy to ignore, but the memories of seeing people gunned down were not. Grace had eventually warmed to Jared again and though she was still unsure what to think of the Porters, she trusted and loved her father enough to let his word be final. Having some good news made Grace want to share her positivity with her family. "I was thinking we should all go out for dinner this evening. I kept the money you and Dad gave me for Christmas," she told Faye. "Dad said he wanted me to do something worthwhile with this money, so I'm treating our family to a much needed dinner together. I won't take no for an answer!"

Bellz (Faye) Fletchawk (Quinn)

 

[Bellz]

Finn Sullivan​

Finn smiled easily at George as he said he hoped to be as motivated if he got out. He nodded his head firmly at his statement about life. Finn couldn't imagine being locked up, not enjoying life to the fullest. "Oh trust me, I can be strict." Finn teased. The admiration on George's face made Finn's cheeks turn pink. There was a fuzzy feeling that overcame him as he stared back at the man, a great big smile on his face. "I'm glad that Peter has someone like you to support him. I don't think he would have made it this far without you." Knowing the type of man Peter was, he knew he was strong, but there was always a breaking point. When he had seen Peter last, he looked far beyond that point. "Sinead really misses him. Its been hard on her recently and she needs him back in her life." He murmured, thinking about his sweet cousin for the moment. With his own problems going on, Finn felt bad for not being able to help Sinead more. He could only hope that she was enjoying her time out and away from all the chaos.

Finn knew that his time he had left with Eleanor was borrowed, they were nothing going to have to say something at some point. Finn had been avoiding it like the plague, not able to bring himself to do it. There was so much history there between them that when it all came to an end, there would be only heartbreak. Looking down at the table, he had gone quiet for a moment. "Do you believe in soulmates?" Finn asked suddenly, tilting his head up to peek at George, gauging his response. "I use to think there was..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I thought Eleanor would be my soulmate. In my family, everyone seems to have found their one special person. I just keep wondering when that will happen for me, you know?" Finn swallowed hard, eyes watering up as he thought more and more about what he was going to have to do. "I'm sorry...please excuse me...I'm not going to ruin this visit."Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he gently smiled at George again.

"Enough about me. I want to know more about you. What about your family? Are you close with them?"

with: George Misty Gray

 

[Pyroclast]

Adam Morgan

Ever since his dinner date with Quinn, Adam had been determined to fix his relationship with Mallory. Their conversation had made him realise that he was sick of keeping her separate from the rest of his life, as though he should be ashamed to be with her because she was a Porter. Yet, he knew her to be so much more than that. His father always spoke of the Porters like they were evil demons, but Adam was sure he must know more about them than him by now, having heard so many stories from Mallory. He put his father's view of them down to ignorance, confident that if he were to spend time getting to know Mal he would see what Adam saw: a bright, beautiful, passionate young woman, as human as anyone else. Obviously he understood why Quinn and his father had not been enthusiastic about their being together given their affiliations, but Adam just couldn't share their opinion that she was a threat.

While his dad was out at a meeting, Adam had taken the opportunity to go out and see her, with the intention of talking through some of the issues they faced. Maybe it was the forbidden fruit effect fueling his desire to be with her, but he had decided that he really did care about the girl. As he awaited her arrival, he stood on a bridge in the park where they had agreed to meet, leaning over the rails to watch as the gentle breeze formed ripples in the water.

neverbackdown Mallory



Syd Porter

Ever since Peter was locked away, there was an ever-present hint of sadness in Sinead's voice. It came out particularly when she spoke of how it felt to miss the person you cared about the most. He couldn't imagine how she must feel to be without him. If Skye were ever to leave, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

When his aunt suggested he thought more about whether he actually wanted to work for the family business, Syd gave a deep sigh. "Sinead..." he spoke over her, then biting his tongue to let her finish. The truth was, he couldn't imagine being a member of the family without doing his part. At his lowest point, Syd had questioned what the point of any of it was, if it meant that people had to die. But if he backed out now, after having anticipated it for a full ten years, he would only feel useless, an outsider to the most important people in his life. James and Lucy had given him everything, and he wanted to give everything back. For so long he had watched helplessly as his family dealt with loss, trauma and turmoil. He should have been expecting to face that as soon as he signed himself up but nevertheless, he didn't have to feel so helpless anymore. The anger he felt at those who had hurt his loved ones could finally be put to use.

"I know you worry," he smiled, nudging her back gently. "But, that feeling of duty is exactly why I want to do it. It gives me a sense of real purpose. I always wanted to be part of something, and now I am - do you really think I'd want to give that up now? Even when..." he swallowed, still finding it hard to say the words aloud. "Even when things went wrong on Christmas day, there was never a point where I wanted to go home. I didn't even think about home. I'm learning so much, Sinead - not just about how to use weapons, but...you know, it forced me to find a strength in myself I didn't know was there. And now that I know I have it in me to go through things like that and make it to other side, I can use that strength again, I can use it to help out. Does that make sense? No one's ever told me I have to do this. I just...want to."

It was easier to look her way when she talked about her own problems. At first he wore a smile, but he wasn't sure why, and it quickly faded when he realised how much he related to what she was saying. "Well, if your head's telling you we're living a catastrophe then it can't be exaggerating, 'cause we fuckin' are." His eyes darted back to the lake and he cleared his throat before continuing. "Sorry. What I meant was, your response is understandable. It's not always going to be like this, though - Peter's gonna come back home, and that's gonna make everything feel more normal for you again. And until he does, you can think of all the nice things you'll get to do together to celebrate, yeah?" He gave her an encouraging smile, then took another deep breath of the fresh air. It was like peace and stability was returning to him with every breath he took. The breeze in his hair, the tranquil birdsong up above, the soft reflections of the trees on the surface of the water - he took it all in and let the calm feeling settle deep within him, like a kind of meditation. Still, he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh when Sinead suggested they move there. "Oh...did you mean it?" he asked, though he made no effort to clear the amusement from his expression. "It is nice, yeah. Keep it in mind, then, if you ever get desperate. You know, I think we'd take a lot more holidays if we had someone to visit. But me, I'm a dirty city kinda guy. And there's your jazz club - your only audience here would be the birds." As much as he wanted everyone to stay together, he could definitely imagine Sinead living in a place like this, and he felt that she could really benefit from the peace on a more long-term basis. "We'll just have to make the most of it while we're here, right? To get you happy and strong again." he added, punctuating his words with a small nod. There was a short wooden pier for tying up fishing boats not far from where they sat, and it caught Syd's eye. With a grin, he nudged her and then gestured to the pier. "Hey - wanna see how cold the water is?"

Interactions
Misty Gray Sinead

 

[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

Peter wished that he had made some progress since the time he had attacked George, but things seemed to only be getting worse. The last three weeks had gone as slow as expected, and the symptoms that had developed from the attack in the showers had only worsened it all. Peter hadn't slept in days, the bags under his eyes were growing heavier with each passing day and he was becoming more irritable by the second. The voices, they came from nowhere, they were so overwhelming always overlapping one another and not making any sense. It was clear that the man was losing it when he started to see a man in the corner of his cell at night, always lurking about, looking as though he was ready to kill. Peter feared this man, feared for his life. He had met Dale a few weeks before but only now was he seeking out the man's help. With George visiting with what Peter assumed to be his brother, he saw the perfect opportunity to catch Dale at the Gym. Once released for some rec time, Peter ventured towards the Gym, which he had paid little attention to during his stay.

He needed a distraction, anything to get those voices out of his head. When he wasn't overwhelmed with the voices, nightmares and lack of sleep, he was dealing with the anger that welled deep inside of him. He wanted Darius to pay for what he had done, he wanted revenge. Peter had denied himself the help for three weeks and he wasn't going to do that anymore. Darius, the man in the shadows, they were all going to see that Peter could fight back.

As he made his way towards it, he couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the crowd that hung around it. Many were minding their own business, focusing on what they were doing too much to notice anyone passing by, others were simply chatting. Peter slowed his determined steps as his ears began to ring. The ringing turned into a dull hiss which slowly began to get louder and louder. Peter knew what was happening, the voices would be back, if he didn't focus his attention somewhere else. With renewed motivation, Peter quickly finished his trek to the Gym, stopping once there, he looked around for Dale. Finding him, it looked like he was just finishing a set on the bench as Peter walked up, "Hey." Peter greeted. You can't do it.. You'll kill yourself...just do it already. Swallowing hard, Peter offered Dale a small smile, "So...what can you teach me?"


with: Dale Pyroclast

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy chuckled at James' answer about the baby's gender. He always worried about the girls so much more than he had Syd. Of course, he loves the children all equally, but he felt the girls needed more protecting. Looking out to the lake for a moment, she knew that they would both be content with whatever the gender was. She pursed her lips, knowing that she was right, that James was mulling over not being there with the rest back home. Lucy understood where her husband was coming from, it was definitely hard to not think about when your whole life was based around it. The only reason they were able to visit such amazing places such as the lake was because of the family business, without it, they would be in a completely different situation. He was an amazing leader, wanting to fight along side his men, caring if they made it out alive. A small smile formed on Lucy's lips as James asked if he was spoiling the moment, "It will never be spoiled as long as your in it." She murmured. Lucy giggled at her husband flirtatiousness and took his hand that was resting on her stomach. Holding it in her own, she turned out from his arms before taking his other hand. "Well, what would be the perfect distraction, Mr. Porter?" She flirted back, pulling him close.

She looked to Syd and Sinead for a moment before raising an eyebrow at James, "Well we can't leave them yet, so you'll have to wait, at least till we get to bed?" Smirking at him, she planted a light kiss on his lips. "That do anything for ya?" She teased, not giving him anytime to answer, she then pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss. It was a few moments before Lucy slowly broke away, biting her lip, she let out a long sigh, "Maybe we could head back for a little bit, they probably wouldn't even notice.." Lucy smiled widely, knowing that they were going to have to find another distraction, at least for now. "We can go walk along the shore? Like one of those sappy old couples. We can walk hand in hand and reminisce about the good old days, and talk about that crazy rock n roll our kids listen to!" She hoped she was doing a good job of taking her husbands mind off things. Lucy wanted James to enjoy the time he had to himself, with the lifestyle they lived, it was a gamble to know when things would end.
with: James Misty Gray

 

[Enzyme]

Sergeant Patrick Higgins​

Patrick nodded his head, leaning his elbow against the wall and casually sipping his coffee. "Bet your arse I do." His eyes trailed to Donnelly, raising his mug towards him. "If anyone should be fillin' out paperwork, it should be this guy. He was actually 'dere." Patrick shook his head, taking another sip. "Speakin' of, word around the office is that the Porters weren't doin' anything wrong." Patrick's eyes looked to Donnelly, sure he'd back up the claim. "I bet they had a hard time getting out the door wit' their big fuckin' halos," Patrick grumbled, looking back to Kennedy. His eyes shot back to Donnelly as he spoke about the upcoming election and how he'd been tasked with running security. "Have fun wit' that one. The Commissioner practically invites assassination attempts." His eyes traced to the man's photo on the wall, proudly sitting behind a desk with an Ireland pin on his blazer.

Patrick's fingers tapped against his ceramic mug, holding it close to his chest. "About that Human Trafficking case," Patrick brought up, his eyes looking to Kennedy. "I've got time today if you want to talk about it." While the stack of papers on his desk had a deadline, he wasn't in the right mindset to aimlessly sign off on his men's poor performances. Kidnappings weren't common in Dublin, but a few young women had gone missing a few months prior. It wasn't enough to send the Gardai into a frenzy, but it did invite curiosity.

Not only would it shine a light on another dark corner of the city, but it would help him clear the name of his task force, that had recently sullied it. His eyes looked to Donnelly, sure that this would disinterest him. The Porter name hadn't been dropped on the subject, so he expected he had stopped listening. "If nows a good time, I'll be at my desk." He nodded to the men, raising his mug in a small salutation. He then retreated back to his desk, where the stack of papers happily welcomed his presence.

Misty Gray mpower

 

[Pyroclast]

Evelyn McKenna

When Evelyn pulled up to the Porter residence, her jaw dropped, causing her cigarette to fall into her lap. She gasped and quickly retrieved it before it could burn through her skirt, sweeping the ash into the foot well. Of course, in her own line of work, she knew of the power they had in the city of Dublin, but had never imagined she would someday set foot in such a grandiose manor. She was so in awe of the building before her that it took her a second to notice the guard standing at the gate waving her over. Rolling her window down, she took another drag of her cigarette and leaned out to listen to him.

"Name please, miss," said the man, bending down to get a proper look at her. "You got business with the Porters?"
"Well, I did," she replied, a slight bitterness to her tone. "That is, until my men got shot a few weeks back. My name's Evelyn McKenna. I've come to have a word with Mr. Porter - is that okay?"
The guard eyed her for a moment, a grin that was far too boyish for a man his age forming on his face. "'Fraid he's on holiday, miss McKenna."
Evelyn gave a small sigh, but put on a charming smile and looked up at him. For some reason she hadn't been anticipating such security measures. "I see cars in the driveway. That'll do."

Brian's grin widened when she smiled back at him, looking into her eyes for a prolonged time before stepping back and waving her through. The minute she was out of sight her smile dropped and she gave a light shudder, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray of her car. Still in admiration of the manor, she approached the porch slowly, her finger then hesitating on the doorbell as though she wasn't worthy of pressing it. But she did, and the sound of barking dogs that followed immediately after drew a smile from her. She loved animals, and only hoped that these dogs were not just another step in the Porter's security procedure.

Misty Gray neverbackdown @whoeverisinthehouserightnow


Dale McKenna

The first thing Dale did when the bells sounded for recreation was head to the gym. He was often the first there and this afternoon he didn't even see the usual crowd hanging around by the entrance, which must have meant he was even earlier than usual. Being able to work out in the gym everyday was what had kept him sane all these years. It gave him goals to work towards, a steady routine, a way to completely clear his head and unleash any frustration. After only a few minutes of benching 315lbs, Dale heard a man's voice greet him. He set the barbell back down and sat up to see who the voice belonged to.

"Patrick, was it?" he asked, then pointed his finger at the man, narrowing his eyes slightly. "No, don't tell me - Peter. Peter Callahan, that's it. So where've you been, Callahan? Someone send you back to the infirmary for three weeks or what?" Dale had almost forgotten the interaction they had had back in his cell the month before. Briefly observing the state of the man now, he could tell he really needed to make a start on working out if he was going to survive this place. Sitting forward, he rested his hands on his knees and sighed. "First things first, you gotta understand that if you wanna toughen up, right, you can't waste your time. Doing this takes commitment. Now, I can teach you how to fight, I can teach you how to lift, but I'm not gonna drag your arse out your cell to come train. That's up to you." He jabbed a finger in Peter's direction, then got up and made his way to the stack of dumbbells in the corner of the room. "So where do you wanna start, Callahan? How much can you lift?"

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Bellz Peter

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Aliana Cartwright

When beckoned over to the table, Ali took a quick hesitant step. All of the guns and explosives around was making her a bit nervous. She had been around such things when she was younger, but it never got any easier. She was still slightly unsure if this was what she really wanted to get herself caught up in. The guys were proof enough that something could go wrong at any moment without any warning. Tommy was perhaps the prime example of such a lesson. Then, she remembered that's why she was there; to avenge Tommy. There was then a small pep in her step as she made her way to where everyone was crowded, listening to the plans being discussed. Rudy gave out a few options, options that they would need to think very carefully about. "Well, going in guns ablazing isn't a great idea at all. Not only do we not want to lose anyone, but I'd like to be distinguished as cleaner than those IWU jerk-offs." She stated. Her mind thought over the first two options. Both were very sneaky and would be guaranteed to make an impact. She nodded her head side to side with her arms crossed. "That first plan doesn't sound too bad. They'll run right into the trap and won't know what hit them until it's too late..." Her shoulders shrugged and she started biting her thumb nail, lost in thought. "But, what if you get caught before getting a chance to set things up, Rudy? Then what?" She looked back over the blueprints and leaned against the table.

"We don't have any sort of shift rotation patterns, do we? To help us figure out how many guards are whatever are possibly lingering around outside?" She asked looking around the room. Her drifted back to the papers. "I mean, there's always one, right?" Ali was trying to wrap her head around the plan, making sure they hadn't missed anything and that things were going to go according to plan. Even though she already knew this was going to be a huge risk to begin with, it didn't mean she was going to continue being ruthless. At the moment, her poor little heart couldn't take anyone else dying at the moment. Not until she finished grieving Tommy, at least. "Oh, I forgot to ask. Who's really our target? I mean I know the IWU as a whole but." She shrugged her shoulders, following the path Blake had taken to get Rudy coffee. She was going to need some herself to help calm her raging nerves.

Blake ( Bellz ) Jackson ( Enzyme ) Rudy ( Shireling )​

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson leaned against the table as Rudy got his two cents in. "There's absolutely no sure way we could sneak you in there." His hands traced to the blueprints, placing his finger on the bottom floor. "It looks like the bottom floor is completely open and work stations are clumped together. The only way to reach the wings is through there." He picked up the body of his dissembled gun. "We catch them off guard and while shots are being popped off, we'll buy you time to throw your explosives around." Jackson nodded to Rudy. He could feel the uneasiness in the air, as running in shooting wasn't the safest option, Aliana pointing that out. With the layout of the building and the assumption of security, it was the only option.

When Aliana asked about shift rotations, a few men at the table looked at each other, along with Jackson sharing their short glare. "We've never been to the building." He lightly picked up the blueprints, unsure if it would tear. "We were only able to get these prints today." He looked around the table, mostly at Aliana who seemed to be the most uneasy. "If anyone wants to stay home, be my guest. I'd rather you feel ashamed and skip out, than force me to drag your broken arse out when you freeze up in a firefight." He waited a few minutes for someone to speak up, maybe finding the first option easier than the latter.

Jackson kept his eyes on the prints when Aliana asked him about their target. "While Jared and his buddies would be great targets, I don't expect us to be able to track them down." He shrugged slightly. The floor above the lobby was far more confusing, with break-off hallways creating a near maze. He didn't want to risk anyone going upstairs and getting lost in the midst of explosions. "Everyone in there is a target. Not only is this a massacre, but this is a message." He put emphasis on every word to make sure everyone at the table would understand the severity of this mission. "If we do it right, hopefully we'll never have to do something like this again."

Bellz Melanin-Gxdess Shireling

 

[neverbackdown]

Mallory Porter​

Mallory hadn’t really done much in the past few weeks except study and secret training, she knew her brother and parents would possibly have an issue with this but she needed to be able to defend herself if the time ever came. She didn’t believe that Adam would ever hurt her but on the off chance that they bumped into his friends some night she needed to be able to protect herself Incase things turned sour.

The house had been rather quiet since her parents went away and to be honest she enjoyed the silence and the ability to easier sneak out not that she had taken advantage of that yet. Conor was easy to bypass however her grandmother was a completely different story but Mallory was sure she could slip past her too. Mallory snapped out of her thoughts as she pulled on her biker boots before standing up off the bed, she gave herself a once over in the mirror before throwing on her leather jacket and making her way out of the house and towards the agreed meeting place.

As Mallory approached the small bridge a smile played on her face as she caught sight of Adam. She walked towards him quietly before clamping her hands over his eyes “guess who” she said in her manliest tone possible before she stepped back allowing him to turn around the face her. A grin was present on her face as she gave him a small and quick greeting peck on the lips.


(Alex and Michelle later in just going for dinner now)

Pyroclast (Adam)

 

[Misty Gray]

George Sanderson​

George couldn't help the smile that was firmly planted on his face as he listened to Finn speak. It wasn't often he got a decent conversation out of people, especially not his fellow prisoners. Talking to someone new and hearing different stories was truly refreshing, with the fact Finn was a very interesting man being a massive bonus to it all. His smile dropped a little when Finn mentioned being glad he was there to support Peter. Whilst he was doing his best, he didn't think he could give his cellmate the kind of help that he really needed. He just hoped what he could offer was enough to stop Callahan from going crazy. "Peter's one of the first cellmates with more than half a brain I've had in some time, so it's a refreshing change. I just hope the guy can keep a hold on himself until his release and find enough to keep his mind occupied."

George sat forward when asked about soulmates and seemed to be clearly cut up about his failing relationship wit Eleanor. "I'm not sure, to be honest, mate. I like to think there is such a thing and if that's the case, then maybe you and I have yet to find out soulmates," he suggested. He casually sat back again and sent a reassuring smile to Finn. "Don't worry about it. The only way you could ruin this visit is by leaving before the end," he assured him.

George's face turned more serious when asked about his family and if he was close to them. "I'm close to my brother and sister. They try to visit me as often as possible and have stuck by me after all this time. Still, they've got their own lives and families now. There's nieces and nephews I've never met, but I suspect my siblings' in-laws aren't in a hurry for me to meet them all." He clasped his hands together on the table in front of him and for a moment looked down to them as he thought of his parents. "My folks practically disowned me when I was found guilty for my crimes. They're very popular within their community and I brought shame on that. My brother tries to sugarcoat it, but I know I'm pretty much dead to my parents," he admitted. He let out a sigh but brought a smile back upon his face. "I guess the outside world is a whole different place to when I was last there and if I do get released, it's going to be a brand new start for me."

Bellz (Finn)

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead remained silent as Syd explained to her why he helped James out and that he wanted to do it. She softly smiled and nodded her head, knowing nothing she could say would change his mind. It never changed anyone's mind in the past and not for lack of her trying. "Of course I worry. I love all of my family and friends, so I don't like to see any of you hurting or struggling," she told him. "I'm at least glad to know you're doing this because it's what you want and not because you feel you should. But please... never change, Syd. You are an amazing person and whatever this way of life throws at you, please protect your heart and never let the darkness take away who you really are. Those IWU jerks lack heart and empathy, much like monsters I've known in the past," she explained, thinking back to Vinnie Romano.

"Syd Porter! I ought to wash your mouth out with soap and water!" she berated her nephew upon his use of profanity. Still, she straightened her face and nodded along as he told her he understood how her mind often catastrophised everything. The mention of doing nice things with Peter when he returned home brought a smile to her face. "I will spoil that man rotten. I've missed everything about him, including the way he acted all shy if I said something remotely embarrassing or flirted with him in public..." she said, with a fond smile. She'd felt even more alone than she'd imagined she would without Peter. Her family all had their own loves or their own problems keeping them away. She'd had Ryan there to cheer her up and remind her of times when life was so much simpler, but ever since a few weeks ago, he'd kept his distance too. She feared she would never get her friend back, not to the way things had been.

"This place is the closest thing to heaven, compared to corrupt cities I've lived in. But... it wouldn't feel like heaven without all of you guys around. As much as some of you exhaust me and no matter how much I disapprove of the crime, I don't think I could ever move away. I'd want you all to come with me."

When Syd suggested they went over to the pier to check how cold the water was, Sinead appeared sceptical. "Wait, check how? I'm not sure that water's going to be so hot in February!" she pointed out. Regardless, Sinead made her was to the pier with Syd. She walked along the wooden platform before sitting on the edge and talking herself into removing her ankle boots. With her leggings rolled up and her feet bare, she dangled her legs over the edge of the pier so she could very cautiously dip her feet into the water. "Syd, it's freezing!" she exclaimed, quickly kicking her feet up and out of the water. "You're full of crazy ideas, my dear nephew! I hope you weren't planning on swimming in this..."

Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[mpower]

Kennedy Sullivan​

Kennedy could once again only offer a shrug to Donnelly's political reasonings, seemingly not inclined to give his own input, which was rather negative on the state and its goings in total, his past did not really benefit his political views either. "You'll manage, I am sure, and if he gets shot, then they can't put the blame on you. After all, the Commissioner probably crosses your plans in giving him the best security, by doing whatever he pleases."

The presence of Higgins did not benefit his general mood of Ken, it was like a walking corpse was standing next to them, reeking of mortality. A pretty philosophical thought, Kennedy was thinking to himself as he had watched the rather bare-boned greeting Don gave the Sergeant. He knew they weren't on the best grounds with each other and Higgins clearly showed his disdain for his fellow Detective, which was surprisingly rougher than that man already seemed to be, a pure, frank and especially stubborn Irishman. Surely Kennedy might be wrong, but the first glance usually lead the thinking over a person, not that this was the first time he interacted with Higgins, but the previous times weren't any different than now.

As Higgins mentioned the Porters, Kennedy repeated his standard shrug, probably the fifth today, to indicate that he either does not care or does not seem to feel like sharing his opinion with his conversation partner. The Sergeant seemed rather stressed, even upset, that he had to arrange all reports, apparently his superior did not like him or liked him enough to get him enough overload, creating the chance to take a few days off, but as Kennedy knew Higgins, it was probably the first. Not everybody disliked this man, it was just known that there was a part who rather abstained from voicing their opinion on the Sergeant in front of him, although the reasons for that were rather cloudy to Kennedy, he did not bother too much in the past with this nor did they cross enough paths to get him interested in the social life of the man to his left.

"Commissioner will have great security detail by Detective Donnelly here, there are higher chances to not have him popped", a rather sadistic tone swung underneath of Kennedy's words, he clearly was not a fan of the big man, be it in his department or in politics.

On the mentioning of the Human Trafficking case, Kennedy really had to resist in flinching there, due to his plans of not involving anybody but Sergeant Higgins being ruined now. Sullivan answered swiftly, keeping up eye his contact with Higgins now: "I'll be right there then, we got some new intel." A small nod was returned to Higgins before Kennedy emptied his coffee mug, returning his gaze to Donnelly.

"Some superior assigned him on me, so I'll try my best to cooperate, but this guy is a real hassle sometimes. True Irish, though, from what it looks like." Kennedy looked down on his empty cup, remaining in this position for two seconds only to place it down next to machine: "Right, I'll see you later, gotta handle that case then", without giving further detail on it and to leave any chances to get any questions up, he simply brushed off, his pace relatively moderate to not appear too rushed on the task. He approached the desk of the Sergeant and looked for him, as soon as he had found him, he'd address him by "Sergeant Higgins", stopping for a moment to wait for his attention only to continue "Are you ready for a field trip? Got a new possible location and wanted to set up possible observation points, figured you might give a hand in choosing some, got one or two for selection myself."

Misty Gray ; Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

When Lucy moved around to face him and held his hand, James couldn't help but smile. A devious chuckle escaped him as she flirted back and asked what the perfect distraction would be. "Ah, love, I think you already know what it would be," he suggestively told her. He followed Lucy's gaze towards Syd and Sinead, glad they were both well out of earshot so he could flirt with his wife. "Damn, we've got to wait until bedtime?" James let out a forced and exaggerated yawn. "It's been a long day, don't ya think? Must be getting late by now..." he joked, knowing full well it was only the afternoon. When Lucy kissed his lips and asked him if it did anything for him, he acted underwhelmed and shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't say anything before Lucy suddenly pulled him in for a passionate kiss. when she pulled away, he smirked and quirked an impressed eyebrow. "I'm sure that'll keep me satisfied until later," he assured her.

"A walk along the shore sounds perfect. Especially so I can deny any knowledge if one of those two fall in the water. I ain't diving in after them," he said, pointing towards Syd and Sinead on the pier. "Well, Sinead has been calling me an old man since I was 20-something. May as well accept it." James let go of Lucy's left hand, but continued to hold her right hand so they could walk alongside the lake. "Honestly, though. What the fuck are the kids listening to these days?" he remarked. It usually felt strange to James when he was out unarmed, but this was one of the only times he could remember not feeling like he even needed a gun. With the exception of his earlier meeting with Mr. Russell, it was one of the only times he'd had a normal holiday without mob business waiting around the corner.

As they walked, James tried to clear his thoughts from what was likely going on in Dublin at that time. There was something that came to mind and now was one of the best chances he'd had to bring it up. "You know, we still have set a date for our wedding. Would a couple of months after the baby be too soon?" he curiously asked. Since James proposed for the second time to Lucy, there'd been nothing but trouble from them, starting from Ciara throwing her toys out of the pram and basically triggering the war with the IWU. He wasn't prepared to let those bastards continue to disrupt their plans. "It'll give the kids and even Sinead something to look forward to."

Bellz (Lucy)

Arlene Sullivan​

Arlene had been glad to hear James was involving her in one of the jobs, even if she still believed her small role was beneath her capabilities. She was especially glad to get out of the house for a while. Her Aunt Shannon had been in a foul mood for some weeks now and it seemed the only thing that would cheer the fiery woman up would be the knowledge that all of those "grotty IWU fuckers" were dead. The planned attack on the IWU had managed to appease Shannon and stop her from being angry at the others for not protecting Tommy. Arlene had attended the young man's funeral with the rest of the family, but she hadn't known him and felt like something of an impostor standing with those who did. Still, she was able to act respectfully, knowing the man had served the family and committed himself to protecting its members. Jack Sullivan didn't encourage Arlene to form attachments or friendships with the gang members back in New York, but he did teach her the importance of respect and honour.

With Jackson and the others due to attack the IWU-occupied textile factory, Arlene had one of the Porter driver's drop her off at the far side of the city, more than enough driving distance from where she was hoping for Jared and his men to be slaughtered. "Give me fifteen minutes. Outside Jacob's Wine Bar," she told the driver, before stepping out of the car and closing the door behind her. As she set off walking down the hill, the usually blonde woman pushed a strand of hair from the dark brown wig behind her ear. The large, century-old building that housed one of Dublin's largest banks stood proudly at the bottom of the street. There were a few vehicles parked nearby, quite a number pedestrians filling the popular shopping area, but not a cop car or foot patrolling copper in sight to disprove the call she was due to make. Arlene crossed the street to use the nearby public telephone box, which would be difficult to attempt tracing, and wasted no time in dialling the number to get through the Garda. "Hello..." Her voice broke, giving of a sense of panic as she began to put on her convincing Dublin accent. "It's an emergency. I've just seen two masked men, with guns." Arlene continued to speak as if she was shaken up. "They went inside the bank... On Cook Street... I think... Yes, that bank," she said, as if she hadn't already memorised the location in her head. She soon ended the call, expecting by now another member of Porters gang would be making a very similar call to the police. The Garda was bound to respond urgently and with large response team. If the cops were busy being sent on a wild goose chase to protect their precious banks, it would stop them from responding quickly enough to any calls about the attack on the textile factory.

Arlene walked a short distance before casually entering the busy wine bar, bypassing the crowd of drinkers and heading straight into the restrooms so she could remove the wig and get out of the long overcoat she'd been wearing, stuffing the articles into her shoulder bag. She freed her own blonde hair from the tight clips and let it fall loose behind her shoulders. Just as smoothly as she'd entered the wine bar, she exited through one of the side doors and climbed into the car that had been parked up awaiting her arrival. If anyone witnessed her making the hoax call, they wouldn't be able to trace the mystery brunette back to the Porters. "Drop me off at the other side of town," she requested. "I fancy afternoon tea," she gleefully explained.

Once she'd been dropped off on the same side of the city the IWU base was located in, Arlene headed into a small cafe. All she could do now was hope Jackson and the others were successful in their mission. Still, and frustratingly so, she couldn't help but wonder if Carter would be inside the factory. She wasn't overly impressed with herself for being remotely concerned about him. Unfortunately, she wanted Jared dead and the hard truth was that Carter would most likely be caught up in it too.

Mention: Enzyme

 

[Bellz]

Finn Sullivan​

Finn's eyebrows rose as George's expression grew more serious, he was beginning to regret asking his question. He sucked in his lower lip and clamped his teeth down on it nervously as George answer. As George explained that he was close with his siblings, it made Finn smile slightly, happy to hear that the man was in good graces with his family. His smile slowly faded as he spoke of his nieces and nephews he'd never met. If Kennedy and Maggie ever had children, Finn was sure that he wouldn't meet them. Kennedy promised that this would all be different, that he was sticking around for good...Finn didn't trust him one bit. George's story about his family turned even sadder as he spoke about his parents. Finn frowned completely now and tilted his head with concern for George. He couldn't imagine being disowned by his family...his parents were so loving, compassionate. Finn admired the way George continued to smile, after everything he had been through, "You deserve a new start in life, Georgie." Finn said, using a new nickname that he was testing out for the man.

"I know that I may not have much of a say, and you don't have to listen, but you deserve people who are going to give you a second chance...who see the good in you. I've met you only a few times and even I already see the good and wholesome person that you are." He smiled widely again, confident that his words were true. "You wanna hear a story?" He suddenly asked, eyes lighting with excitement to share what he had to tell. "When I was a kid, I had a bit of an obsessive problem where I wanted to do everything and anything I could to do well in school, in sports, in life. Most of the time it was a competition against myself, other times it was against my older brother...but when I would get so upset over the little things. " Finn's eyes were distant, a content smile on his lips as he thought about his mother. "My mother would always tell me this, We all make mistakes. That really stuck with me throughout life, got me through the hardest of times..." He shook his head fondly before looking at George, "You made a mistake...I would hope that you won't let it haunt you for the rest of the long life you still have left to live." Finn hoped that George would take the small life lesson he had to give to heart, wanting to see him succeed in life if he was given the chance to.

Hearing what George had gone through with his parents, Finn was reminded of his own parents and he really missed them. During the three weeks, he had been thinking about them almost non stop, the return of his brother had brought back a lot of memories. "And I hope that during your new start, that you will consider me one of your friends. As such, I extended a helping hand for when you get out of this dump, anything you need: food, a place to stay...I'll make it happen."

with: George Misty Gray

 

[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

Peter smirked as Dale struggled to remember his name, he certainly didn't think he looked like a Patrick. He shook his head slowly when the large man asked if he had been sent back to the infirmary. Although Peter had been on visits to get checked on, he hadn't been permanently sent back, he was planning on never going back. Dale went on to talk about what needed to be done for Peter. The man widened his stance and crossed his arms as he listened intently to Dale's words. The man explained what he would and wouldn't do for Peter. It was clear that if he wanted the training he would have to show up for it on his own. With the point of his finger, Peter was directed towards the dumbbells and he followed Dale to them. Nervously, Peter shuffled his feet as he looked at the dumbbells before him. He'd been to the gym maybe 4 or 5 times before. Half of them were strictly for business purposes only. "Ah someone as scrawny as me, I'll start out with the 30lbs." He told Dale before stepping forward and grabbing them.

As he held the heavy metal in his grasp, his muscles quivered and tensed in complaint, wanting to set it down. He curled his left arm once, showing off a little bicep before releasing it. There was a feeling of uneasiness that came over him and as his eyes glanced around the gym he felt uncomfortable. He didn't belong in such a place. Peter knew even with the toughening up that he would never be like the others. He was still different than the men in his family...more feminine.

Who are you? What are you even doing here? They will laugh. The voices hissed in his ears. Peter cringed and tried to distract himself by looking to Dale, "What should we be doing with these things?" He had to remember what he was doing and who he was doing it for. None of this change was for Peter's benefit. He was doing this for the family that was waiting for him back home, the wife who would do anything to make him happy, the children who needed a father. It was selfish to give up, to have second thoughts



with: Dale Pyroclast

 

[Pyroclast]

Adam Morgan

Adam didn't mind that Mallory was running a bit late. It was mild out, and though the park wasn't all that pretty at this time of year, he still found it a peaceful place to be. Two hands suddenly covered his eyes and a comically low voice sounded from behind him, causing him to laugh.

"This had better be you, Mal, or I'm making a fool of myself," he grinned. Then he turned around, and the sweet smile on her face made him blush instantly. He bent down slightly to return her kiss, tucking a strand of her soft blonde hair behind her shoulder. For a moment he just stood looking at her, unable to comprehend how lucky he was to be hers. "You look beautiful," he eventually said, a light blush still present on his cheeks. "Shall we walk? There's a bird sanctuary on the other side of this park that I'd love to see." Offering her his arm, the two began to amble at a leisurely pace away from the bridge on which they stood.

Adam remained silent at first, simply appreciating her presence and letting the pleasure of walking at her side flow through him. He kept up the silence for a minute or so before asking, "How've you been doing then, Mal? How are your family?" Adam much preferred to hear about Mallory's family from her than from his dad, who seemed to only tell him things from a business perspective. Often, he thought, the things he heard from his father seemed exaggerated or unrealistic, as though he was trying especially hard to convince Adam of their inhumanity. By now, Adam had a fairly firm idea of what had happened at the meeting a few weeks ago - although Oliver had thankfully not been present for it, he had told him of the destruction caused to both Grace and one of the men from the Porter gang. The meeting that his dad was currently attending was set up to find out why things had gone so wrong, and Adam was eager to hear about it later. Although he had always tried to avoid following in his dad's penchant for politics, Adam found himself rather invested in matters regarding the IWU and the Porters. Now, he felt the need to know what was going on, to make sure his father, the Armstrongs and Mallory were all safe...

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neverbackdown Mallory

 

[Bellz]

Blake Walsh​

The intensity in the room was thick enough to cut glass, Blake silently stared at the blueprints as everyone openly discussed what they would be doing. Even though they had the blueprints and it was helpful, they were still running into the situation with one eye open. Security was questionable at the building, no one would be able to guess how many people were in the building or surrounding it. No one was comfortable with the idea of running in shooting but everyone seemed to silently understand what had to be done. Blake's eyes glanced at Aliana, who was asking the most questions. Blake's brows furrowed with concern for the woman, hoping she was going to be okay. Jackson spoke up and his words were clearly pointed at the woman. Blake stared at Ali, wondering what she would choose to do. This attack was important to her, this was for Tommy. The room was silent. Blake certainly wasn't going to back out at such an opportunity. She hoped by some chance that Jared and Carter wouldn't make it out of the building alive. She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but if they were to escape with injuries, the payback would be painful.

Looking to Rudy, then to Jackson, Blake shifted uneasily clearing needing to say something, "We can take down as many guards as we can but they always have back up waiting around the perimeter of the area, we are going to have to be quick about things..raise enough hell to make a statement and then get the fuck out." From when she was working for Jared, she had always admired the man's preparedness and the way he organized his men...there was no doubt that he would have the type of security still...or maybe luck would find them. "I'm not doubting this plan whatsoever, but what if we were to risk going into the upper part of the building, only the floor above the lobby? Rudy's plan but with a few tweaks? We place the explosives in the upper floors to take care of those in the building, trapping them inside. Meanwhile we take care of those below, we would still have to make it out of there before the back up arrived..." Raising her eyebrow slightly, she looked around the room to see if anyone was listening.

Blake looked to Ali just as she slipped out of the room into the kitchen, she wanted to follow but stayed in the living room, "Isn't the whole point of this attack to target Jared and his buddies, aren't they the ones who've caused the most hell?" It was a long shot that they were going to be able to kill Jared or Carter, but they had to try right? "They aren't going to care about the men we kill tonight. They recycle them like milk bottles. If we are going to do this attack then why not do it the right way?"



with: Jackson Enzyme
mentions: Ali Melanin-Gxdess ; Rudy Shireling [/b]

 

[Shireling]

Rudy Meyers
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"Ms. Walsh is right, killing Armstrong's goons is a waste of bullets. We need to get the man himself," he asserted to Jackson. "I know it will be difficult, but if we can get the explosives where they need to be before the shots pop off that will be better for all of us."

He placed his hands back on the blueprints and studied them in great detail. Then he was silent for a moment before suggesting, "It's an old building right? Probably got lots of structural problems, insulation problems. We get a couple of guys with work coveralls and say we're the maintenance crew and we have to replace a bit of insulation on the second floor. Now I'd like to bet..." He glanced back at the blueprints and pointed, "that this is Jared's office. Knowing that, given how thin the walls are, if we were to make like we were inspecting the insulation, it wouldn't arise any suspicion to peel back a small bit of drywall. We could seal the bomb back inside when were were done with sheetrocking mud. With a powerful enough charge, a bomb in the wall of the office would have a good chance of killing everyone inside, plus the shrapnel from the wooden struts in the wall and if we can get it close to the window on this side, maybe some shattered glass."

He shrugged. "It's not garunteed, but it's pretty close. Of course panic will set in and Armstrong might get out alive, but if you have your guys set up right you can have an ambush ready. If its just one explosion, Armstrong might not think that there's going to be a shooting match if he survives the blast. Let's say he's injured, he won't call the police. He'll have someone else drive him to the hospital. Station guys with machine guns on either side of the road, and if he drives past, finish him off. Fast, clean, no massive gunfight, and hopefully no collateral damage."

Rudy glanced to everyone for affirmation of his plan.

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Jackson was struggling to get his point across. With Blake confirming that they had men around the perimeter that would respond immediately, it made him less sure about setting up an ambush where they'd have their backs exposed. "Of course I'd love to kill Jared as much as anyone at this table, but I'm not trading lives for his. The upstairs is too dang-" Rudy quickly cut him off, reinforcing Blake's point. He brought up the idea of having men pose as maintenance and planting explosives in the second floor. The three at the table who had disagreed with him seemed to like Rudy's idea. Jackson crossed his eyebrows with a strong feeling that the members of the table weren't fully taking this seriously, still caught up in the excitement. It was easy to spit off ideas behind a blueprint. Once they were there, nerves would kick in. "No, James and I want as many dead as possible. Jared's a prick, but before him was Ciara. He's just proven that any asshole can take his place."

He cringed lightly, thinking to himself. He looked to the members of the table, anticipating his answer. "Alright, Rudy. Then you're going upstairs and you'll bring two men with you. If you're going up there, you mineaswell hunt Jared down. I really don't like the idea of sending a few men off on their own in a territory as confusing as the second floor is, but if you're all on board with this." He hesitated at the end, still unsure about the idea. He lightly shook his head, as if he still thought it was too dangerous. "As for waiting at the exits for an ambush, it just won't go how you think it will. It'd work on civilians, but not on armed men. A small group would make it out the exit and we'd gun them down, the rest of the IWU would quickly catch on and then bunker themselves at the exit. Then it turns into a gunfight, except they have far more cover."

He looked to everyone at the table, hoping they were catching on to some sort of reason. "This ambush gunfight would drag on far too long and with IWU men around the perimeter, as Blake said, we'd be the ones getting ambushed." He rubbed his chin, attempting to think clearly with the pressure of three unpleased members staring at him. "We're out numbered and maybe out gunned. Our best chance is to create chaos and confusion. Rudy, we'll give you and your men ten minutes to set up the explosives and then we're going in." He nodded to Rudy hoping that satisfied him. "We'll head into the west wing because it looks like the clump of offices are on the east wing. If it comes down to time, Rudy, you'll plant the explosives on the west and then set them off while escaping to the east. Then, you'll hunt Jared and his close associates down." He crossed his arms, examining the blueprints once more. "You'll take the blueprints with you. I really don't want you lot getting lost."

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