[Since Kohldia doesnt seem to be posting, I'll just go]
Matteo reached the strip club and opened the door, getting out. He lit another cigarette and leaned on his car, looking at the club from a block's distance, scouting the place out. No doubt the guy would have bouncers, aka bodyguards, scanning the place. He wondered how he would deal with them. Boy, he wished that dame was here now. Her knives would be perfect for the job. He cursed.
"Ah well, though."
He sighed and threw away the used cigarette. He grabbed the shotgun out of his holster and loaded it. He would do this the old fashioned way then. Deciding that the street was deserted enough, he slipped his hands into his pockets and grabbed ahold of his brass knuckles. As he walked up to the door, the bouncer told him to wait up. Matteo threw out a right hook, left hook, upper cut, jab, jab, jab, uppercut. The guy was out cold. No one was at the door, so no one noticed. He sighed as he entered, remembering what his father had always told him, "No collateral damage, son, just do in the guys who have to be."
He entered the strip club and noticed that it was empty except for three passed out drunks. In the clud was Vinny(or whatever the hell his name was), three bouncers/bodygaurds, and the bartender. Vinnie saw Matteo first and recognized him. He shouted.
"Kill 'im!!!"
Matteo jumped behind a small column and pulled out his shotgun. Bullets, emenating from the colt .45's of the three bodyguards and bartender, flew past his cover-spot, hiting the column as well. The fire stopped and Matteo stood behind his cover, peeking out and firing two shots at the bodygaurds, who hid behind a table. one of them went down, caught in the head and the hand. Matteo jumped down to floor level, and knocked ovcer a table quickly, ducking behind it as bullets flew over his head. He reloaded hius gun. 3 more, and the target. He sighed and peeked out to find the bartender, who was crouched behind his counter. Matteo fired, catching the bartender in the eye and the stomach. He ducked down behind the table again and eyed his next shooting spot, it would out flank the table the rest were hiding behind.
Matteo smiled as he thought of a plan. He called nout to the others.
"Hey! Just letting you know that I'm sending over a grenade!"
He threw one of his brass knuckles across the room, and the dumbasses took cover as they heard the clang of metal on the floor, the supposed "grenade". Matteo smiled and ran across the room to his shooting spot. When he knocked over the table, the two bodygaurds finally realized there was no grenade. But it was too late. Matteo fired his last shot, killing them both. He stood and reloaded his weapon, grabbing his knuckles, and running after the target.
Matteo came out the back door panting. He watched as a car sped away, and shot at the back window. It was bulletproof. He took careful aim at the tires, and fired. They both went out, and the car stopped. Vinnie stepped out, and fired down the alley with a Colt .45. Matteo ran forwards, in a zig-zaging motion. Vinnie was unable to get a good shot on him, and unloaded his clip soon enough. Matteo smiled and laughed, his shotgun fixed on the terrified man.
"Don Tony sends his greetings, and regrets to inform ya that ya have run out of time. Bye now."
He fired, blowing Vinnie's head off. He holstered his weapon and run from the alley, making a few stops at a few of his favcorite burger joints. He finally retreived his car and gave himself te rest of the day off, wandering about the town of NYC.
*redmond answered the phone call, then his face went white with fear. he grabbed his coat and headed for the door, but when ihe opened it he found a note asking for 5 million or he'd never see his daughter again.*
"5 million? how the f*ck would i have 5 million? and why? what did i ever do?"
*he thought to himself for a second. he went to the bedroom and grabbed his wife.*
"come on, we're leaving, its not safe here"
*she had a puzzled look on her face, but did as he asked. he couldn't dare tell her, he had to be strong. he drove her to the police station, and brought her to his office. he introduced her to drake.*
"Drake, xin, xin, drake. Drake listen, don't let her out of your sight, protecting her is your case now ok? i have to talk to the chief, wait with her."
*redmond went into the chief's office and explained the situation.*
*redmond held his head in his hands. his family were everything, who would hate him so much to do this?*
redmond - "chief, what am i gonna do? i aint got 5 million, i barely pay the bills as it is. who.... why?"
chief - "Listen, don't you worry, i'll give u all the backup you need."
redmond - "No, it said to come alone."
chief - "But its gotta be a trap."
redmond - "I aint thick, i know that, but i have no other choice..."
*redmond called in every favour he had, every politician and associate, but he could only scrounge up a million, the depression had hit evryone hard...*
*he showed up, with the bag, and dropped it in the trash can, and left...*
((btw, expect some serious retribution, you don't f*ck with family... even the mob should know that...))
Julia smirked rembering about her lie of Sydney Bristow. She new she had to go back to cover her tracks. Julia walked the streets of the city towards the police station. Julia entered the station and walked into Redmond's office.
"Hello, its me again I came to talk to officer Redmond." Julia said.
Julia saw Xin and smirked.
"You must be Xin, plesure to meet you." Julia said extending her hand.
Julia felt a rumble in her pocket and took out her pager. It was an employer. Julia sighed and looked at everyone.
"I've got to go, its the CIA." Julia said.
Julia left the station and walked a couple of blocks away. Then Julia took out her cell and called the number.
"What do you want Sark?" Julia asked.
"Their has been a change in plans, kill the daughter now, but we need the wife alive." Sark said.
"Why?" Julia asked.
"She has uses to The Covent." Sark said.
"Okay, I'll kill the girl." Julia said.
"Oh and I want prof that shes dead." Sark said.
"You got it." Julia said.
"Have fun." Sark said.
Julia walked to Tony's office and pushed Clara out of the way. She entered and walked over to Tony.
"I'm killing the girl." Julia said grabbing a knife from her boot.
Whoa whoa whoa....Hold on just a damn minute. Pager? Cell phone? CIA? 1 million bucks? In the 1930's, there were no cell phones, pagers, or CIA. The CIA wasnt founded until the fifties. And a million bucks never existed, except in the government, in the Depression. Slash one of those zeros, and thats more realistic. Sorry, but please try and make this realistic.
*well, waht do u say about the 50's? i know pagers and cells still wouldnt be their, but at least we can still continue with the CIA thing. *
Tony stared shocked at the woman. "no, you cannot kill her now. your workin for me, and you follow my orders" Tony said as he pushed her back and into the wall, "and those orders are keep the girl alive until i say i wan her dead!" Tony said puling out his pistol and pointing it at her head. "you've done a good job so far, now dont **** it up. you can help us tortue the little *****, but you cant kill her b4 i say so, got it?" Tony asked, still having his gun pointed at her head. "and thanks for making me look like a big meanie in front of company. Mocha Death is here, so if you wouldnt mind continueing your job and getting the hell out of my face, that owuld be great."
Julia pushed Tony off her.
"Your the leader of the ****ing mob and you want to look like a saint? Thats pretty much an oxy moron." Julia said.
Julia walked to the door.
"But what ever your the boss." She said leaving the bulding.
Julia walked the streets of New York, following her steps to the police station. Julia walked into Redmond's office.
"I know your daughters location and I know what condition she's in." Julia said.