* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter 7

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Turmoil continues to erupt in the battered city of Coldstone. Rumors of a brooding gang war, coupled by rampant police corruption have heightened this tension.

The waning influence of the local mafia has been revitalized by the presence of Don Paolo diRossi. His struggle to forge a profitable machine out of the Coldstone crew have already seen results.

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HEIST
-Cafe Across from International Bank and Trade-
(ATTN: Roman, Frank, Virgil, Bruno, Romeo, Chelsea)

The culmination of this effort lies in an impending bank job. After a week of planning, the daring mission is scheduled to take place at daybreak.

Leading the effort is brooding mob lieutenant Roman Carvaggio, pointman for the heist.

Crowd control is to be overseen by the charismatic Virgil “Razor Face” Abrizza.

Frank Tobiasi faces the daunting task of controlling Chelsea, the bank employee that he first wooed into his bed, and now needs for the information. She has so far been a passive prisonser.

Rounding out the crew are two drivers, Romeo and Bruno diRossi. The former’s job is to provide the a public distraction elsewhere, while the latter’s job is to pick up the crew and depart with the expected 1.5 million dollars in transfer certificates and cash expected in the vault this morning.

Having studied the blueprints, as well as possessing Chelsea’s access codes and knowledge of managerial staff, the crew waits in the cafe outside the bank. Bruno circles the area in an unmarked van, Romeo is in place waiting for the page from Roman to begin the distraction.

(PLAYERS: Contact Katanga/Roman or myself if you have any questions PRIOR to acting. Especially anything that could jeopardize this heist.)

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LION’S DEN
-Latish Brown’s Safehouse-
(ATTN: Othello, Latisha, Tivoli)

Meanwhile, the lone mercenary Othello Redman, has set off on his own, in an attempt to locate the errant Danny Tivoli, a mafia turncoat to whom Othello granted mercy. Tivoli was to head to the home of Latisha Brown–a contact of Othello’s–and wait.

Upon arrival, Redman is not altogether surprised to hear the news. Latisha quickly offers the details of Tivoli’s stay. The fairly nice and respectful gentlemen was disturbed by something he saw on television, and was gone the next morning. Latisha’s car, equipped with an unseen onboard tracking system, was taken. She had waited to report the loss until Othello arrived.

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PROTECTION PT. II
-Murray Motors-
(ATTN: Paulie, Julian)

In past weeks, the loss of Coldstone’s former Don, Marco Capella, left mafia earnings severely weakened.

Thus Julian diRossi and Paulie “The Jester” DiVialoso were assigned to rebuild the once flourishing racketeering operation.

After a successful week of “reminding” their customers of the protection they sorely needed, the pair now finds themself in dire straits.

While “convincing” Effram Murray that his vast car dealership needed their “protection”, Paulie and Julian were set upon by nearly twenty armed Triads, pinned in the center of Murray’s large car lot.

Prior to having his prized BMW compacted in a makeshift “crash up derby”, Julian managed to lift the universal key set from one of the sales people, thus allowing them access to the lockbox on any car in the lot. Likewise, Paulie managed to place three universal breathing holes into the back of the crooked salesman, allowing Murray access to any demon in Hell.

Currently, the two have taken cover between a pair of Volvo’s, clips emptied at the Triad opposition. Though there isn’t much to see through the tinted glass of the vehicles, the two can sense the Triad goons closing in.

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RALLY
-Coldstone Civic Center: Steps-
(ATTN: Dino, Forbes, Avery, Palooka, Commisioner Graves)

Coldstone’s elite have turned out for a morning ceremony, involving the appointment of Orville Graves as new police commissioner. On the giant marble steps of the Civic Center, the masses have turned out to welcome a new “War on Corruption” in their police force.

On the platform are numerous public officials, and prominent citizens such as Avery Steadman, foremost of Coldstone’s businessmen. At his side is Jimmy Palooka, a former weapons dealer serving as Avery’s aide.

The men stand to applaud as the governor bestows rank upon the commissioner. As the two shake hands, the crowd roars with approval.

Mingled into the crowd is Forbes McCready, a rogue assassin with interests not yet fully revealed. As the ceremony continues, he watches with an emotionless eye.

Carefully placed in the distance, stands Dino Morinelli. The mafia gunman assigned to monitor Forbes’ and his movements. A less than exciting task for Dino, but one where he might finally distinguish himself, earning credit in the eyes of Don diRossi.

Lion’s Den

Othello loves the luxurious studio that houses his paramour. It is his sanctuary. The apartment is divided into quadrants. A tatami covered floor with a variety of bags and dummies and a rack of melee weapons dominates the soutwest corner. The northwest houses a hi-tech gourmet kitchen. The southeast is screened off with silk partitions in a jungle print. The sunken living room in the northeast comtains state of the art entertainment gear and computer hardware.

Latisha comes to her feet and towards her man as he comes out of the bedroom hidden by the screens. The body under her skintight black jeans and the black silk shirt tied under her firm breasts still make him weak. “Thanks for watchin’ out for m’man, baby. I expected he’d bolt at some point.” He sweeps the 5’10" woman into his powerful embrace and nuzzles her coffee colored skin. “Wish I could stay but you know how it is.”

She pushed him back. “Uh-huh. Look I’ve heard that before and it don’t play. When you gonna put a ring on this finger?”

He puts his hands up in front of his chest. “Foxy, baby, don’t be this way.”

Her fingers dance like butterflies. “Don’t baby me, nigga. Look you will marry me and you will straighten up and fly right or this shit is over.”

“Ok, OK, look. I promise as soon as I finish this job we will go to a beach someplace warm. This man promised me a chunk of business out west. Casinos, resorts, it’s a management gig. No more bullets. Promise.” He opens his arms and she snuggles into his chest.

“OK. But one more month of this or I use that Python you gave me.”

“When I get back I’ll give you another.” They kiss and Othello heads out the door. He gets to the street and cranks the titanium Lamborghini Murcielago. The engine roars and the electronics package comes to life. “OK you little Italian bitch, where are you?” He looks at the GPS and locks in the beacon. The muscular Italian car glides into traffic.

PROTECTION PT. II

Paulie gestures to one of the Volvos. “If you can get us into one of these, I’m pretty sure I can hotwire it and get us a Get Outta Jail Free card.”

Rally

McCready would have liked to gone on the heist with Roman and his boys-he still needed to apologize to that charming gentlemen with the facial scarring-but his recovering leg wound would have made him less than an asset.

So it was that he found himself here, outside Coldstone Civic Center, on one of the coldest days he could remember since coming to the city sixteen years ago. Moments like these made him wish he had a head of hair-the cordoroy fedora he wore barely compensated for the 90% of heat loss.

Oh, well. At least the new jacket Roman gave him as a sign of good will and a reminder of what he asked-“to keep his eyes open.” Although in their many years together, Roman was always the better observer, while Forbes the better disguiser, McCready had made up his mind to try and help the Capella/diRossi family without getting into trouble.

So he stood amongst the crowd-fuckin’ grannies and their kiddies pissed off by the warehouse showdown, the Chinatown incident and his little stunt in the park-and watched his old boss shake hands with the new Comissioner. Avery certainly was a charming motherfucker, but something in those blue eyes of his said that Avery was less than pleased at this appointment.

He continued to watch, and to listen, eyes sweeping back and forth across the stage and the crowd from under a pair of red-tinted sunglasses, fully aware of the man called Dino sent to monitor him. He didn’t have a problem with this. Roman was protecting his friend, and at the very least, an “investment.” It was what the old man did.

McCready needed a cigarette badly…

Heist

Roman paces the floor watching the time and inhaling cigarettes. Every ten paces he stops sips at an espresso and returns to walking the floor, dulling the knot in his stomach.

Underneath his trenchcoat are the tools for this job. A black stealthsuit with kevlar point-blank body armor, two silenced Beretta’s that are traceable back to a dead man in New Jersey, one Mp5, 6 clips of ammo, 4 lbs of c-4, 3 stun grenades and 3 smoke grenades.

Roman eyes Chelsea and wonders if Tobiasi is fucking her. If so he might have to put a bullet in her if Tobiasi can’t. So many problems with jobs like this. Unknown variables all the planning in the world can’t cover.

Roman stalks over to Frank Tobiasi and pulls him aside out of earshot of the girl.

“You have a leash on her?” Roman asks.

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Frank winces. He isn’t happy at the comment, and he gets Roman’s tone immediately.

‘No. She trusts me.’

He walks towards her, and looks back.

‘And I don’t need anyone’s ‘help’. If things turn ugly… I can clean up my own mess.’

Heist

Roman follows Frank to Chelsea. Rather than speaking to her directly he tells Frank, “Tell her to get ready. We’re going in in 5”

Roman walks over to Virgil. “How’s the face, gorgeous?” He fake punches him in the gut affectionately. Roman geniunely likes the kid. He puts his arm around his neck, “I know this isn’t what you signed on for, but you’ve got more balls than the lottery, kiddo…” Roman offers Virgil a cigarette before continuing, “Crowd control is the most important thing, I’m going to be counting on you to keep Joe The Rent-A-Cop from going Bruce Willis on us. Be scary.”

Roman turns to the bank and watches the security personnel arrive. Roman feels everyones nerves coiling like a spring. It’s almost here…

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Frank turns to Chelsea, and holds her. He reaches for her chin, and lifts her head up, seeing how unhappy she is.

‘If it’s any consolation… you’re going in with the best group this side of The A-Team.’

He gives a small laugh, and she smiles uncomfortably. He kisses her, and then looks into her eyes.

‘Chelsea… please, don’t think that I did this just for the plans. I’ll be honest, because I don’t like lying, especially to you… it was my first intention. But now, they’re not the only thing on my mind that’s important. Christ, I don’t think they’re even the highest. I sound like a stupid fuck talking like this after a week, but… I hope you get the picture.’

Heist

Virgil gladly takes the cig Roman is offering him. He doesn’t mind the joke about his face coming from him. He kinda sees him as a father figure. He lights the fag up and takes a deep breath on it.

“Don’t worry, Roman, I’ll handle it perfect. Besides, I’ve got a score to settle with cops, be them of any sort. If it’s scary you want, be sure you’re gonna get it a plenty.”

His gaze turns to Frank and Chelsea and, for a brief moment, he feels a small sting of jealousy.

Heist

Roman watches the guards enter the building. the last one turns and locks the door behind him. He turns to the assmebled team, “Young lady, it’s time to go to work.” he says tapping his watch.

Roman despises his own smugness only slightly less than being a stick-up kid. But if it motivates, then so be it. Roman leans into the door opening it for her in a mock grandiose gesture. “This way, honey.”

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Frank steps past Roman, leading Chelsea by the hand.

HEIST
(ATTN: Roman, Virgil, Frank, Chelsea, Romeo, Bruno)

Chelsea smiles to Frank, a bit surprised at the mixture of emotions she feels. She shakes off his hand, attempting to be business-like.

“I am going to start my shift. You can stop by and finally open that account.”

As the crew crosses the street, casually spaced out as though not one clump of people, Roman eyes Bruno passing by as scheduled. The slim getaway driver nods courteously to them as they travel the crosswalk in front of him.

Roman, Frank, Virgil and Chelsea are clear on the far side. The light is green, Bruno moves on.

Somewhere, not too far out, Romeo waits anxiously to start the party.

The bank seems new inside. Early morning customers slide bewteen the glass doors. One of the tellers has put on fresh coffe, a rich scent dangles in the air.

Sitting near the entrance in one of the seldom-used cushioned seats is one of the security team. He spreads a paper open nonchalantly.

The lobby is a long rectangle, running lengthwise perpendicular to the entrance. (From the door to the teller windows is the shorter length. From the left wall to the right is the longer stretch, as seen by those facing the teller windows) There are several cameras panning the floor, sweeping over the bullet-proof teller windows innocently.

Business has yet to truly begin this morning. Though men in blue uniforms and caps exit the back area (upper left corner of the rectangle, as facing the tellers windows), as though having just made a delivery. They proceed up the stairwell to the far right of the long lobby.

LION’S DEN
In Downtown Traffic
(ATTN: Othello)

Redman carefully eyes the GPS tracking window, driving slow enough not to arouse suspicion, but fast enough to make the most of his time.

The blip moved for about 15 full minutes, until coming to a stop in front of a large hotel–the Scarlet Arms.

This hotel is an old, but classic part of the downtown landscape. Large concrete columns rising up to meet expensive brick and maroon metal. 16 stories by Othello’s count.

The lack of surface parking suggests more space underneath. With a cautious eye, Redman leads his vehicle down into the first basement of a three level parking garage.

Prowling carefully, so as not to arouse suspicion, he turns each corner, slolwy working his way down.

Upon reaching level B3, he glides into a parking spot near the exit ramp. This area is mostly vacant, with a “Construction” marker and orange tape blocking off a large portion of the unseen parking area.

At the edge of the closed portion, he makes out Latisha’s car. Fits the GPS signal to a tee. The vehicle is parked, ignition off, and apparently unmanned.

Protection
Murray Autos
(ATTN: Paulie, Julian)

Nodding quietly, Julian slides up enough to get the kyey in the lockbox. He slides back down next to Paulie, just quick enough to duck a bullet.

He crawls to the passenger door, facing the two, and unlocks it as quietly as he can, then slips into the passenger seat.

As Julian negotiates the middle console, it leaves room for Palie to climb in. As Julian sits up enough to look over the dashboard, shots ring out.

The driver’s side door sounds like it is being hit with hammers. Her turns the key hard in response.

“At least it’s not Chinese,” he barks at the Volvo, which roars to life. Julian floors the gas pedal blindly, ripping into the parking lot.

He looks to the passenger seat, praying to the holy mother that Paulie made it in…

RALLY
Coldstone Civic Center
(ATTN: Forbes, Dino)

As the events unfold on the steps above, Dino sighs. There’s no doubt some high-cost assassin doesn’t see him in the crowd.

But that didn’t matter. He had a job to do, and for once, he could just sit and watch and no harm would come to him.

As Comissioner Graves is seated, Avery steps to the podium to speak. With the slightest hint of European accent, he addresses the gathering, “It is with great pleasure that I welcome the new commissioner to this position.”

He pauses for slight applause.

“An uncompromising beacon in our fair city, letting all elements of the criminal society know once and for all, where we stand.”

“My gift,” he continues after more cheers die down, “My gift to the Commissioner is a fleet of 10 new police helicopters, each equipped with the latest in crimefighting technology.”

A canvas is pulled clear on one end of the makeshift stage. It reveals a highly-protected new design, a sleek black vehicle with dual blades, and an impressive compliment of weapons under each wing.

“Use these Talons as though your own clwas, to swoop down on the criminal vermin of this town!”

Despite the melodramatic content, his speech seems to have reached the people. The Commissioner rises, bowing toward Steadman.

LION’S DEN
In Downtown Traffic
(ATTN: Othello)

Othello slips out of the car and stands up adjusting his tie and starightening his midnight blue suit. He glances around and kneels down beside the car placing a caltrop behind each of Latisha’s car tire’s.

Hearing some noises coming from another part of the deck, he draws his 45 and screws in the silencer. He creeps towards the source on the outside edges of his feet.

Rally

McCready grins as Avery pulls back the tarp.

Avery, you English fuck, he thinks as he lights a cigarette. Those are some nice toys.

The former guerilla in him scans the ominous looking winged beast from side to side, up and down, looking for flaws in the design, anything that could be exploited. Avery had surprised everyone. These machines were, as far as his years in the IRA and lifting banks with Roman could tell him, perfect.

Perfect…and operational.

The freshly lit cigarette dropped to the ground, hissing in a puddle at Forbes’ feet. (Gameplayer note: Water, not urine)

He began to push his way through the crowd towards the police officers protecting the stage. He hoped Dino would see him, and follow. He needed to know the status on the bank job. If these things were operational, and Roman’s crew didn’t know about them…

Jesus fucking Christ on the motherfucking cross. It’s gonna be a slaughter.

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Frank watches Chelsea walk to her desk. His feelings are fluctuating now. But the job is firmly in his mind. He turns to Roman.

‘Okay. It’s your show.’

PROTECTION, PT. II

Paulie sees Julian slowly climb into the Volvo. He clears his mind – he hasn’t had to boot a car in years, and while he’s pretty sure it’s like riding a bicycle, he’s never had to ride a bicycle with the supporting cast of a Jackie Chan film shooting at him.

All these thoughts scatter as he hears the ignition of the car roar to life.

“What the FUCK?!?” Paulie shouts. He thought that key was just to get INTO the car. This definitely makes things interesting.

The passenger door is still open, but the Volvo is lunging forward. Paulie leaps and grabs onto the door, holding on for dear life.

Rally

Dino smokes a Winston Lights while he watches McCready from a good distance.

There’s two things wrong with this scenario, he thinks to himself. One, the professor is one stealthy motherfucker; two, I’m a goddamn slow-as-snails fatso.

Dino tries to hide but he’s sure that McCready already knows where he is. All he can do is to make sure that he doesn’t lose sight of him.

It’s a beautiful day, but it doesn’t change the fact that his paisan, Tony, has passed away. Goddamn that fuckin’ moron. Fuckin’ moron. He almost sheds a tear but scolds himself for being a pussy. He’s here to do a job, and a job he’s gonna do. But it does make him realize that his time will come soon enough and he’ll meet Tony once again in hell.

Suddenly, there is movement. Dino follows McCready as he nears the stage. He knows why and he’s curious to get closer as well.

He could almost see his dead reflection on the metallic flying beasts.

Fuck me. Those copters mean fuckin’ business…