New Model City

"Next time I recommend that you pay up first, otherwise you might end up more then just a broken arm" Luca growled with a hint of sadistic joy. Apparently this guy hadn't been paying his protection fee. Seems as he wanted to gamble on what would happen. Seems it turned up black when he was red. Going over to the sink, Antonio washed his large worn hands,with red flowing down the sink. Glancing back for a moment Torpedo saw the old owner climb to his feet, with a face that said he would be paying up for while. Leaving the store, I glanced up at the night sky watching the stars shine down on me, before making my way to the car.  Luca couldn't imagine why someone would quit paying, I mean you have to know what will happen. Maybe it was pressure from another one of the gangs. Still Luca kept his hands on the wheel and just drove, it weren't his place to question to the action of others. Only to show them the error in said actions. Once Luca arrived at the house, he rang the bell and waited. Adolfo Marinello would probably want to know about this. @Shireling
 
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Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza sighed, looking around the room. She knew her brother was worried about her, but his constant effort to protect her from everything made her feel like a helpless child and she hated that feeling. She hated feeling weak. "Adolfo, I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't need to be protected all the time," she said, watching him as he ran through a list of the Marinello family's men. She rolled eyes, glancing through the kitchen doorway at her mother, who she knew was listening. "Why don't you spend the night here though, eh? It's too late to go back tonight," he said, a pleading look in his eyes. She had half a mind to refuse, but her mother's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Yes, why don't you dear?" said Mama Marinello. Eliza sighed. Her mother's voice sounded so hopeful, and her instinct as a daughter wouldn't let her refuse. "Alright, Mama, Adolfo. I'll stay, but only for tonight."
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Clark Smither sidled up to them with a smirk on his face. Elizabetta shied away, crossing her arms across her chest. She'd never liked the man. He was exactly like his nickname said. A spider. Creepy, unsettling, and dangerous. Everything about him made her want to stay away and she knew she wasn't the only one who felt that way. When he offered to be the one to watch over her when she left tomorrow, Elizabetta turned her gaze to her brother. She doubted he'd agree, but there was a chance. Thankfully, Adolfo refused, instead suggesting that Alonso Ballesteri be the one to become her new personal guard. Eliza relaxed. If Adolfo and her parents insisted on assigning her a bodyguard, she was glad it would be him. The 56 year old man was kind-hearted and jovial, while still being able to hold his own in a fight. Plus, his wife was a wonderful woman. She still wasn't okay with having a personal guard, but Alonso was a good choice if she had to have one.
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"Adolfo, if I may have a moment of your time?" Uncle Nestore piped up from one of the shadowed corners of the room. Adolfo said he would be there in a moment and placed a light kiss on Eliza's cheek before walking to the other side of the kitchen with the Consigliere. Eliza was getting ready to head out for an evening walk in the gardens when the door to her father's study opened and Don Marinello stepped out. Mama had just gone to bed, so of course, Salasar wasn't far behind. She nodded respectfully at him as he headed upstairs before waving at Uncle Nestore and leaving the room.
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"Much appreciated, Adolfo." Nestore says graciously, then lowers his voice. 


"Find an excuse to get Clark out of the house, would you? He.. makes me want another drink, always slinking about. Like a demon wearing the skin of a man." He says quietly, signing the Cross over his chest with one hand. "He is a plotter, Adolfo. Its something in his eyes. If he behaves, perhaps those eyes won't need to be plucked out." 
 

Adolfo Marinello
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The Underboss replied in a hushed voice. "I understand your concern, Uncle, but he is part of the Family. He's given years in service to my father." But something in his voice made it seem like he agreed with the Consigliere. 


"Look, why don't we send him with some men to go in behind Lorenzo? I haven't heard anything on the phone and it's starting to worry me." He said under his breath. 


As he finished speaking, the doorbell rang and someone came in from the cold. It was Antonio. Ruthless, but dependable and loyal, Antonio struck a happy balance between the psychotic capos and the doughy men they commanded. Tough and brutal, but wouldn't make you uncomfortable. Adolfo waved Antonio over, it seemed like he was looking for him anyways. 
 
The Consigliere understood Adolfo's hesitation to speak more harshly. He was, by operational necessity, a bit more appreciative of the man. Even so, Nestore had grown up fearing God, and this Clark fellow reminded him of his demons. 


"Thank you, nephew. Such men.. keep them on a tight leash, when this city belongs to you. And perhaps Lorenzo could use the reinforcements. He has a knack for less-than-strategic behaviors." Nestore replies, patting the Underboss' bicep. "That is all. As you know, you're in charge the rest of the night. I'll be in the parlor, if my services are needed." 
 
As Antonio was let in the he bowed his head slightly to the other members of family. The Best to keep on good terms with your employers. The under-boss seemed to be the classic charmer and ladies man, seems to take life on a very personal basis, which while Luca maybe the complete opposite of, he could at least respect him as a boss. "The store which was holding back shall be much more cooperative in future"  the Torpedo says as he hands Antonio a heavy closed envelope. "I think it may of been pressure from certain other powers which caused the owners change in perspective". @Shireling @Vudukudu @Tori Bradley
 

Adolfo Marinello
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Adolfo nodded as Nestore bid farewell for a while. He drew Luca in closer as he took the envelope from his grasp. He was pleased with his work, and it showed on the underboss's face. 


"Good work, pisano." He mumured to Luca. "Do me a favor and tell The Spider," he paused with a smirk, "to round up a posse and follow Mr. Cullen, to check up on him." 
 

Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco was leaning on the side of the family building, a cigarette in his mouth, brandishing his bar gun. He loved his weapon. He was keeping watch on the streets. He didn't care much for the going inside inside the house, he just wanted to do... Something. He was restless. He needed to stretch his legs, maybe go rob a corner store for fun. He tapped his feat. 
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The large bruiser grin nodded his head. Seems as if the job had been done well in the under boss. That was all that mattered in the end. "Sure thing boss, I'm sure The Spider can make sure the Wolf is alright" Luca says as he goes to the other room to have a talk with the Spider. Clark was a slippery sort, the kind of guy who could charm the pants of you with a wit and knowledge that can put most to shame. Still he don't look like the sort who would be much from a fight "Clark, Adolfo wants you  to get a posse together go check up on Cullen".  @ShadowBroker @Shireling
 
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny followed Cullen closely, doing everything he was told to. He stayed completely silent, kept his wits about him, and bit back the endless stream of questions that flooded his mind. This was not a time for questions. The lanterns went out and then Kenny saw Cullen in action. 
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Unlike many of the men that Kenny worked with, he never had a taste for blood. Starting out, he would get sick at the sight of blood. Now, he was uncomfortable at best, disturbed at worst. Currently, he was just uncomfortable. Kenny then heard a rifle fire.
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Kenny glared and looked up at the window in which the rifle was fired from. He shot at the window, hoping he hit something. 
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SirGrey said:
The large bruiser grin nodded his head. Seems as if the job had been done well in the under boss. That was all that mattered in the end. "Sure thing boss, I'm sure The Spider can make sure the Wolf is alright" Luca says as he goes outside to see the Spider. Marco was a slippery sort, the kind of guy could creep in behind you, stab the knife and leave before you know what was what. Didn't really make much of a crowd favorite but it did mean he could get the job done. "Marco, Adolfo wants you  to get a posse together go check up on Cullen". @Proxploxtops @Shireling
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(Cough, the wrong guy. The Spider is ShadowBroker's character. His last name escapes me.) 
 

Marco Orsini Baresotti
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"Of course, have you any idea where anyone else is however?," He smirked, "Nevermind, I'll go find some..."
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He put a bar gun in a sack, and strapped it on his back (very intentional). He went off, finding some men to check up on the man. If he is killed, it'll.be a problem and if he lives, a bigger problem...For rivals if course.
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Clark grinned as Lucas started to reach him, with a task. His eyes lighted up, his arms finally crossed before his chest. Waiting for the new orders as he expected, "They want us to follow Lorenzo. Obviously they do not want me around. Good choice. Maybe the best idea they ever have to distrust me." "So we haven't heard of them yet? This is... unsettling." "But very pleasing. Lorenzo is alive but may have trouble. Well, they need someone with an actual brain." he cleared his throat as he nodded at the assumption of the worst, showing his haunted eyes. A facade, yes, but hard to tell, a master of the masks.


He pushed himself straight and took a long relaxed breath, then he would continue to stare at Lucas, "Are you coming with us? I heard about you and knowing Lorenzo I might need someone with a "quick trigger"." "Shooting Cullen would be a waste of a good animal. And a bullet. I must remember my place and my role here." "If we find trouble, I mean. Maybe they are just drinking and having a good time while we just worry about them, you feel me?" he grinned once more as he checked on the revolver on the inside of his coat, and then the small weapon from under his sleeve, seemed like a last resource yet he didn't care to show his cards before Lucas, maybe because he had more cards than just some aces.  "Mr Cullen you disappoint me. Your delay has been notice." 
 
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The Docks
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10:14 PM
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The other Marinello men were inching their way up the side of the dock as Kenny and Lorenzo drew enemy fire, hiding behind crates and boxes as they went. The pier was wide and provided a flanking opportunity with the arrangement of freight. 


The sound of a rifle again crackled through the air and one of the Marinello soldiers dropped like a sack of bricks. The others turned and leveled their pistols at the building, pinning the sniper down again. 


Down the pier, the Abandanos with machine guns had ducked behind some crates to reload. Abandanos were streaming off the now-docked boat, an old trawler named Ulysses, providing more suppressing fire with what appeared to be surplus Great War arms, Lewis guns and Maxims. The Ulysses, however, was within range of throwing a cocktail. One of the Marinellos took a bottle out of his coat and looked over cover, immediately getting pinned down by machine gun fire. 


"Boss! I'm pinned down!" He shouted at Lorenzo. 
 

[SIZE= 28px]Lorenzo Cullen[/SIZE]
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And as he predicted, Hell was raising with a vengeance. After firing a few rounds of the new magazine at the incoming support, the sound of the damned rifle filled his ears, spinning around to see his solider fall. Personally he could care less, but he knew Adolfo wouldn't be very happy about the events unfolding. But for him, he never felt more alive. 
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The rattling of machines guns soon filled the chilling air, and Lorenzo ducked down behind a crate nearly missing a magazine. Grumbling as he heard the cry for help, he quickly slid from behind the box to another, picking up the Tommy gun that laid between. Rising up with a chilling look in his eyes, he began to press forward, unloading the magazine at the group who was pinning down his man. 
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By the time he reached the young solider, he was covered in bullets, bleeding profusely on the sidewalk. He was going to die if not already dead. Sighing, he grabbed the cocktail the boy had, lobbing it towards the crowd of Abandanos. "Torres get the other at the boat!" He yelled over the blood-curling cries of the men engulfed in flames.
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny Torres had decided he hated gunfights. One on one, gunfights were no problem. But this was way more than that. This was twenty on who-knows-how-many. It was boring. There was no banter, no back and forth. Just the arrhythmic pounding of machine guns firing into the night. Kenny wasn't one to waste ammo, so instead of shooting at random, he aimed at a specific target and killed them before going on to the next. 
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Then Cullen shouted for him to throw the other cocktail at the boat and Kenny nodded. "Yessir!" He shouted, sprinting to the other dead man as he was the one with the other cocktail. Kenny kept low, ducked behind boxes and crates with ease, keeping his body covered. He was once a spy, and a damn good one at that. Getting around in the middle of a gunfight was easier for him than it would be for most people. 
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Kenny crouched next to the killed man and took off the man's now bloodied coat. He found the cocktail and threw it at the boat, watching the flames erupt. He then ducked behind cover and started picking off Abandanos one by one. 
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The Docks


10:16 PM


As the boat ignites, those aboard quickly toss themselves into the river to put out their flaming clothes or otherwise escape death by fire. The flame spreads quickly, creeping along the wood and steadily approaching the stairs. Below decks, a couple crates of firearms are gathered around a half dozen crates of captured Stielhandgrenates and dynamite. 


Alessandro slumps to the floor, well away from the windows where a barrage of suppressing fire has been ripping through. "God damn it!" He growls, examining his rifle. The smell of smoke draws another string of curses from the Abandano sniper, as he realizes the ship has been torched. As he stands and pivots to get another shot off, the fishing ship explodes with a deafening thump, leaving even Alessandro with painful ringing ears. Half the pier is ripped from its mooring, flinging the men on it into the river, most of them knocked unconscious by the concussive force of the blast only a dozen yards behind them. The water, mucked with spilled fuel, bursts into pockets of flame atop the water, painting a vivid hellscape of flame and smoke upon the river. 


Police Precinct 6, Waterfront


"Captain Walters, Captain Walters!" An officer calls out, summoning the Captain to the main floor. "We've got a half dozen calls about a shootout and a bomb going off down at the Docks!" 


The Captain slaps the man upside the back of his head. "And what are you telling me for? Get some officers down there, and the fire department too!" He roars, gesturing to the men gathered around the building.


The tired men jump to attention, gathering their weapons before rushing out to their patrol cars and speeding toward the dock. 
 

Lorenzo Cullen
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In that moment, everything happened with a sudden boom. The boat engulfed in flames, followed by the powerful explosion, sending off a force like a barreling train. His eyes blinded by the array of smoke, as he felt the taste of his own blood within his mouth. Rolling himself over, his bleeding face hitting the gasoline soaked concrete, and he coughed up hot blood.
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The police could be here in 5 minutes flat, which meant they'd have to hurry. Pushing himself up with his blood-stained hands, he quickly checked for his belongings. His hat gone, coat gone, but both his gun and knife were bolstered luckily. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he looked down at his vest, which was covered in blood. "Torres! We've gotta go!" Lorenzo sputtered, his voice raspy, but satisfied with his blood bounty for the evening.
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Finding the car across the street where they left it, the windshield broken from gunfire. Hopping into the passenger seat, sitting on the tiny pieces of glass unfazed, he took a deep breath. "There's probably a support team comin' for us right now. But fuck them. Go straight back, stop for no one. Adolfo will here about this mess in a minute or so." Taking a deep breath, he rested his head against the chilling metal wall of the car.
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Kenny was aware one minute, gone the next. His body was flung back into a brick wall and then crumpled onto the ground. It took a minute for Kenny to come to, and when that happened, he was hit with the pain. His whole body ached terribly. He coughed up blood, curled up on the ground and tried to block out the world.


Then he heard his name. Cullen had called him. Kenny forced himself to his feet. The pain was nearly unbearable. He'd broken multiple ribs and had a pretty bad concussion. Kenny dragged his feet as he made his way to the car. He coughed heavily, more blood came up from his lungs. He was growing too dizzy. 


Kenny reached the car and climbed in, struggling to see straight. He started the car. "You alright sir?" Kenny asked as he started driving away from the scene.


@ReverseWells
 

Lorenzo Cullen
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Coughing into his hand, in which he felt hot blood immediately. "I'll live," Lorenzo said with a grumble,  as he closed his eyes. He almost offered to drive, due to the boy's state at the moment, but he wasn't one to show compassion. The sound of police sirens soon filled his head, as he felt the whoosh of wind as they passed by. The two of them would more than likely look like two drunks driving back home from a long night, which cops could care less about.
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Kenny struggled to get himself under control. He drove back, coughing every once in a while. Blood pooled in his mouth. His whole body ached. Especially his head. "That didn't go too well, did it?" Kenny laughed, some of the blood spilling down his chin.


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Luca didn't much like it when Clark took one of those long breaths. Seemed like he was reading as openly as a book, or picking you apart like a kid with very unfortunate spider. Still The Torpedo could tell why this man was part of the family. Strength won't get you everywhere, even if Lucas would tried to make it. "I'll join you yeah, I always could do with a few extra bucks being thrown my way, and yeah I feel ya If these guys are in trouble well always better to bring another gun" the Torpedo said as he made his way to the door. "You driving or me". @ShadowBroker
 

Marco Orsini Baressotti
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Marco stood just behind Luca, staring at the spider. He just stared at him, through his web of mysteries. Even Marco thought his actions were unsettling. Good, that'll let me love longer. He lot a cigarette and started smoking.
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"I guess I'm with you, want one?" Marco held up the cigarette box, offering one.
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Clark followed Luca towards, his smile remaining simple, weak , yet present. He raised his right hand scrathched his chin, leaving a long thought crush on his mind as he saw Marco reach them, "Drive? That is all you have to ask? Primitive..." "Its my car, Luca, of course I will drive." Clark said almost quipping, he made a gesture of joy as he grinned, "How can you even ask that?" "Like if I care.." Clark would have manage to deceive people before with his own goals, just a moment well share will be enough to lure people into believe how a 'good guy' he could turn up to be.


The Spider found Marco's offer tempting, but not in the way he had expected, "If I ignite the cigarette and pierce his hand with it, would it make it clear?" he thought as he waved his hand in deny, "Oh no, I have enough vices with gambling and photography." he said once more with a long smile, walking towards the car, he took something from the glove compartment, a camera though smaller someone would expect, "That remind me." he turns around and takes a photo of the house, smiling as he does. Then saves both photo and the camera on the compartment once more, "We need to focus once more. As long as they believe my acting I am safe. Easier while I guide the conversation." once that was done, he moved around the car and reached for the driver's door, "Let's go, shall we?" he said grinning once more. "Two men and a serial killer go for a drive... why I get the feeling that this little joke ends up with the two of them not coming back from our trip?" His grinning became crooked inside the car for a moment, tasting his mind's perversion for a moment though for himself lasted a fair long minute, "Drive the car against a wall, activate the home-made bomb, maybe take one of them alive to my hideout and... experiment." but his crooked -sharp- smile would fade away as soon as it gets. His dark essence becoming too obscure to be seen, making it hard to distinguish the monster behind the mask... "Poetic..."

 

The Docks
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10:20 PM
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Alessandro stares blearily into the smoke, trying to single out any survivors. A car engine jumping to life alerts him, but little more than the headlights are visible through the haze. The Abandano stows his rifle, then clumsily blunders his way out of the building, shouldering through doors until he reaches a back alley way. He vomits and falls to his knees, his ears pounding. 


"Lorenzo Cullen. Kenny Torres." He grunts, pushing himself to his feet. "Lorenzo Cullen. Kenny Torres." He repeats, just about chanting the names in a violent dirge. The Don would flay him for this failure. Those two would pay for their transgression in equal measure. 


The Docks
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10:23 PM
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The police cars, carrying a dozen officers with a scattering of .32 pistols, rifles, and surplus trench guns, come to a screeching halt a block away from the smoking wreckage. They disembark from their vehicles and fan out, shouting out to draw the attention of any wounded survivors. Each moves slowly, though a bit shakily as they get closer to the smoke. If any of the men who did this were still around, they'd be in for a fight. 
 
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