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Realistic or Modern Gangland 2025

".. I've got a job to do next week. Johnathan will be watching the kids while I'm gone. It involves the assassination of three lieutenants." He said. (@Beowulf)
 
"Are they anyone we should know about?" he asked. Three lieutenants. They must have messed up big time. 'I kind of wonder why they have to be killed.'


(@DrTrollinski )
 
".. Not necessarily. What you should know about is the bomb stash they have. A whole warehouse full of C4 explosive. They originally planned to blow up two schools, one hospital, and my house." He sighed. ".. The man who was going to be in charge of that, Santa Esperelda, is now dead as of this morning." He sighed again and sipped his coffee.


Soon George came running down the stairs and into the kitchen with the RC Car and batteries in his hands. He placed them on the table.


"Can someone put the batteries in, please?" He asked, smiling. (@Beowulf)
 
"You work fast, Amari." Rick said as he absent mindedly picked up the RC car and put the batteries in. "Would you mind to much if we sent some of our men in to help capture this storage? And it hopefully would not be a problem if we take those explosives. A little taste of their own medicine should stop this nonsense the Deserted are up to."
 
Amari cringed. He always did his best to shield his boys from the work he did.


".. What are you guys talkin' about?" George asked softly as he took the battery-packed RC Car back. Amari leaned forward and patted him on the head while shaking his own.


".. Nothing, pal. We're just talking about some construction work that needs to be done on the vineyard, okay?" He smiled, George smiled back and nodded.


"Okay, dad..." He turned and ran off again. Once he was gone, Amari slowly looked up at Nick and Rick.


".. I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk business while my sons are present. They haven't done anything to deserve to get involved in all this." He sighed softly and sipped his coffee. (@Beowulf)
 
"I understand. But they will get involved sooner or later, just like ours." Reconstruction, he had to use that one sometime himself. "Amari, I'm doing my best to also keep this treaty from falling apart anymore then it already is. I believe your connections with the other mafias may help us to this end. Of course, if you wish anything in return for your services, you just have to ask."


(@DrTrollinski)
 
".. They don't have to get involved. They're going to make honest livings, unlike myself. They'll have no association with 'the family'." He said defensively. He slowly rubbed the side of his face with one hand and then looked at them once again.


"To be honest, Amari... It seems that your eldest son is already quite involved in illegal organizations, based off of what he's been reading on the internet." Nick said, Amari seemed to boil at that statement.


"I've already told you. He can't help it. He's just curious, that's all. He means no harm."


Nick held up his hand. ".. Back on topic." He said. "Your association with other mafias, will they help us?"


"I doubt it. They don't have anything against The Deserted, and as far as I know they're not at war with anyone. The breaking of the treaty is very unlikely to touch them - they didn't have many wars even before the treaty was put into place." He explained. (@Beowulf)
 
James slowly stirs awake. He sits up and groans a bit, blink to adjust his eyes to the light coming from his window. "Morning all ready...." He stood up and grabbed his AK from the table. He smiled before walking downstairs. He sat down on the couch and dropped his gun on the floor, waiting for Le'Mar to come and tell him the deal was on.
 
Le'Mar walked downstairs from the room he was staying in with a large bag at his side, and his striped M4A4 in the other. He looked at James and gave a curt nod. ".. You ready?" He asked as he tossed the bag over so it landed beside him. (@AvidElmV2)


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Inevitably. The baby started crying. Amari slowly turned and looked at Johnathan. ".. His name's Michael, Johnathan..." He sighed a little and rubbed his forehead as he sipped his coffee again. (@Axel1313)
 
"Then make them enforce the treaty. A little nudge in the right direction we can handle on our own. But you are the one that has to point the finger." It was obvious what he meant, to him anyway. They could set up a suspicious event that could lead back to an organization, then Amari comes up with a way to drive the last nail into the coffin.


(@DrTrollinski)
 
"I'm on it." He nodded and rushed upstairs to try and calm the little baby. "Shh..shh Michael. Its okay." He picked up the crying infant and rocked him gently.(@DrTrollinski )
 
"With all due respect... I'm more concerned for the well-being of my family and our lives as a whole as opposed to whether or not people are shooting at each other..." He sighed. ".. If you help me destroy The Deserted. Permanently. I'll help you... You get all of their leaders to go on different tasks, I assume you guys can do that... Make up something about how they must repent their wrongdoings, or something like that. When they arrive, you ambush them, kill a few, and then point the blame at someone else. I'm not entirely sure what you're asking me to do here - Do you want my help preventing a war, or my help creating one?" He asked. (@Beowulf


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Michael was nothing other than just a tiny baby that was no more than a few months old. He screamed and sobbed, and better yet, he needed a diaper change, judging by the smell in the room. For all Johnathan knew, he could have been hungry as well - there was a table in the room by the window that was designed purely as a diaper-changing station. For the milk, that would require another trip downstairs to the kitchen. (@Axel1313)
 
"Phew.....you're small but you sure can make a mess." He held his breath as he changed him. If there was one thing he could handle, it was an infant. Once he was no longer a stink bomb Johnathan set him back in his crib and slipped back downstairs to prepare some milk for him.(@DrTrollinski )
 
"Formula's in the far left cupboard beside the fridge. Bottles and bottle sterilizer's in the cupboard above it." Amari said softly, taking a deep breath as he turned to look out into the back yard for a moment. (@Axel1313)
 
"I'm asking you to do both. We will set up the target, and you and your associates will shoot it down. Now, if you will excuse us, we have a job to do." Rick said as he got up. Once more shaking his hand and saying how pleasant the meeting was, he asked one more favor. "I have one last thing to ask. Our boys do not get out to often, so don't have many friends. And on top of that, the security breach has both of us worried. Your son seemed to be getting along with them, so I was wondering if they could stay here for a couple of days?"


(@DrTrollinski)
 
"Thanks." He nodded and retrieved everything he needed. It didn't take him long to get it prepared either, he was pretty much a pro at this. He quickly cleaned up his mess and rushed back upstairs to care for the infant.(@DrTrollinski )
 
"A couple of--.. Right... Right..." He seemed taken aback. ".. I have the rooms. More than enough, they can share one if they want to - Are you sure they'll be comfortable with me looking after them?" He asked. (@Beowulf)


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Michael was screaming once again by the time Johnathan had returned. He was definitely hungry, and didn't like the fact that he was lying there one bit. (@Axel1313)
 
"Shh. Here you go little fella. No more tears okay?" He spoke softly as he picked him up again. Teatin the temperature of the milk quickly before giving to him. "There there..you're all taken care of." (@DrTrollinski )
 
Eventually little Michael stopped screaming and held the bottle with his hands while Johnathan fed him. He looked up at him with big wide eyes in curiosity. Oh, a new person! Occasionally he gave off a strange look, but overall he seemed quite happy and intrigued by this new man that was feeding him his breakfast. (@Axel1313)
 
Johnathan looked down at him with a sweet smile. "You're just a little cutie!" He cooed and gently pinched his little cheek. "I bet you're gonna be the spitting image of your old man. Big and strong and with a head a that jet black hair." He chuckled. Taking a seat in an old chair in the room.(@DrTrollinski )
 
Michael responded to him with a gentle and toothless smile and one of those cute babyish giggles while he drank his milk. He gently kicked his legs about while making the good old generic baby noises, which showed that he was excited or happy, or something. (@Axel1313)
 
James picks his gun up from off the floor and gets of the couch. He stretches a bit before looking at Le'Mar and nodding. He followed Le'Mar outside. "So you said something about White Gloves?"
 
".. Uh-huh. Assholes want all the drugs we got, but I got a feelin' they're gonna' play dirty." He said, he escorted James out to his car and then hopped inside. He waited for James to get in, then he started up the car engine and pulled out of the alley. ".. Glad to see you brought a gun." He said with a nod. (@AvidElmV2)
 
James had been inspecting his gun while they walked to the car and had ignored half the conversation. Once they got into the car he turned to Le'Mar with a blank look on his face. "Huh? Oh. Oh ya. I am too." He turned back to his gun and resumed his inspection. So am I... He thought to himself.
 

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