Raining Bullets
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Ooc: Filler, just to let everyone know the hard ass is still here.
Hardass answered the phone.
"Fingerprints are coming up everywhere. Forte was all over the fucking place. There's no way a jury won't convict his ass."
He was expecting this. They had witnesses, but hard evidence was just so much more confident. People can dissappear, blow up, but a fingerprint can't. Once it's there, it's there.
He still had no clue where the fucker was though.
"Any more reports of incidents? I've only known this guy for a few hours, but he leaves a trail the size of an ocean behind his ass."
"Nothing unusual," said Jackson, sitting down. A donut in his greasy fingers, "It's a friday night, so some shooting reports are coming up. Nothing we can link up to the mafia connection or Forte or his father's murder."
He sighed, "What about that paper in the office?"
"The lab boys are still working on it. They haven't had much luck though. In a couple of hours the morning guys will replace them, they are much better. They should have it done right after breakfast."
Breakfast, that sounded good. It was only 4 o clock in the morning, but a huge pile of flapjacks sounded just fine to him.
That and sleep.
Maybe a high priced whore to suck on his cock for an hour or so too.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
A file was slammed down on his desk, as the Chief glared at him through eyes that looked bloodshot.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Hardass explained the best he could, leaving out certain things, like the extra thousand in his car.
"What? Where's Jenna? She's supposed to be on this case."
He sighed. Who knew where she was? He looked at the Chief straight in the eye though, never faltering.
"She is, right now she's checking out a lead. I've been following her through this entire assignment. She's been handling it greatly."
He gruffed, "Well... ok then. When she gets back tell her I want to talk to her."
He nodded.
Why did he jsut cover for her ass? With that little piece of information he could have easily had her kicked out of the precinct.
No, he couldn't do that. There was a code between cops. You don't fuck with each other, that's how it worked. Cops were like brothers, closer even.
Besides, he had one up on her now, maybe she could repay the favor sometime.
"So... so what now boss?"
He raised an eyebrow, "I don't know much else to do. Without anything coming in, and the research still hours away from completion in the lab..."
He stood up, grabbing his coat.
"I'm going to go get some flapjacks."
Hardass answered the phone.
"Fingerprints are coming up everywhere. Forte was all over the fucking place. There's no way a jury won't convict his ass."
He was expecting this. They had witnesses, but hard evidence was just so much more confident. People can dissappear, blow up, but a fingerprint can't. Once it's there, it's there.
He still had no clue where the fucker was though.
"Any more reports of incidents? I've only known this guy for a few hours, but he leaves a trail the size of an ocean behind his ass."
"Nothing unusual," said Jackson, sitting down. A donut in his greasy fingers, "It's a friday night, so some shooting reports are coming up. Nothing we can link up to the mafia connection or Forte or his father's murder."
He sighed, "What about that paper in the office?"
"The lab boys are still working on it. They haven't had much luck though. In a couple of hours the morning guys will replace them, they are much better. They should have it done right after breakfast."
Breakfast, that sounded good. It was only 4 o clock in the morning, but a huge pile of flapjacks sounded just fine to him.
That and sleep.
Maybe a high priced whore to suck on his cock for an hour or so too.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
A file was slammed down on his desk, as the Chief glared at him through eyes that looked bloodshot.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Hardass explained the best he could, leaving out certain things, like the extra thousand in his car.
"What? Where's Jenna? She's supposed to be on this case."
He sighed. Who knew where she was? He looked at the Chief straight in the eye though, never faltering.
"She is, right now she's checking out a lead. I've been following her through this entire assignment. She's been handling it greatly."
He gruffed, "Well... ok then. When she gets back tell her I want to talk to her."
He nodded.
Why did he jsut cover for her ass? With that little piece of information he could have easily had her kicked out of the precinct.
No, he couldn't do that. There was a code between cops. You don't fuck with each other, that's how it worked. Cops were like brothers, closer even.
Besides, he had one up on her now, maybe she could repay the favor sometime.
"So... so what now boss?"
He raised an eyebrow, "I don't know much else to do. Without anything coming in, and the research still hours away from completion in the lab..."
He stood up, grabbing his coat.
"I'm going to go get some flapjacks."
anyway...what now? if you ask me highking's last post was kinda rushed....
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Sorry
ooc: I'm very relieved that you guys are still here. However, corcerning the whole rushing thing. I was going to be away for two days, so I need to post something that would allow me to sort of stay in one place. So knowing that, and not wanting anyone to write about my dancing, and gun fighting, I went straight to the lounge scene. Sorry if this bothers anyone, I'm willing to edit if necessary.
ooc: I'm very relieved that you guys are still here. However, corcerning the whole rushing thing. I was going to be away for two days, so I need to post something that would allow me to sort of stay in one place. So knowing that, and not wanting anyone to write about my dancing, and gun fighting, I went straight to the lounge scene. Sorry if this bothers anyone, I'm willing to edit if necessary.
OOC: forget the editting...i think it'd spoil the story....maybe Jimmy could come up with something of a distraction...well you're in a club full of people dancing while there are loads of dead bodies sitting on the other side....something's bound to happen
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Jimmy 'The Mute'
OOC: Okay, I already said Jimmy is lost. Now I have to come up with a distraction? Bah. I believe someone told me to remember to blow up the club? Time to remember.
IC:
Jimmy had walked around for a bit, and finally come to a decision. He'd found his way back to the club, and got into his van. He started up the engine, and turned it around, driving off into the night.
Fifteen minutes later there was a two minute silence in the club as the other DJ took over for Jimmy's automatic play. After the first song started, the entire building shook. Outside, people on the streets stared in shock at what they saw. A great jet of flame burst into the night sky from the back of the club. People ran from the back rooms, screaming. There was panic in the streets as people fled from the once-filled club. Flames quickly spread throughout the building.
Stepping from the flames was a single figure. Thermo goggles once again over his eyes, headphones stuffed in his pocket, he appeared. Jimmy had a fire extinguisher in one hand, and his gun in the other. Once free from the flames, he dropped the fire extinguisher, and raised his gun up, pointing it at the few people left in the club.
OOC: Okay, I already said Jimmy is lost. Now I have to come up with a distraction? Bah. I believe someone told me to remember to blow up the club? Time to remember.
IC:
Jimmy had walked around for a bit, and finally come to a decision. He'd found his way back to the club, and got into his van. He started up the engine, and turned it around, driving off into the night.
Fifteen minutes later there was a two minute silence in the club as the other DJ took over for Jimmy's automatic play. After the first song started, the entire building shook. Outside, people on the streets stared in shock at what they saw. A great jet of flame burst into the night sky from the back of the club. People ran from the back rooms, screaming. There was panic in the streets as people fled from the once-filled club. Flames quickly spread throughout the building.
Stepping from the flames was a single figure. Thermo goggles once again over his eyes, headphones stuffed in his pocket, he appeared. Jimmy had a fire extinguisher in one hand, and his gun in the other. Once free from the flames, he dropped the fire extinguisher, and raised his gun up, pointing it at the few people left in the club.
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Time for some chinese food
I heard the loud bang, and I also knew that it was Jimmy's little signal. I gave the girl one last kiss, and said, "sorry baby, business before pleasure". With those words, I ran off, and I remembered to zip up this time. I ran down the stairs, and met with Jimmy, "lets go get some chinese food Jimmy, I'm starving". With that, we ran to our awaiting van, and drove off toward the chinese restaurant where the Ingram brothers were.
ooc: that should boost a few things.
I heard the loud bang, and I also knew that it was Jimmy's little signal. I gave the girl one last kiss, and said, "sorry baby, business before pleasure". With those words, I ran off, and I remembered to zip up this time. I ran down the stairs, and met with Jimmy, "lets go get some chinese food Jimmy, I'm starving". With that, we ran to our awaiting van, and drove off toward the chinese restaurant where the Ingram brothers were.
ooc: that should boost a few things.
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OOC: *Grabs up the stick, and smacks High King upside the head with it* No. Bad. Jimmy's not going anywhere.
IC:
Jimmy, snapped his gun around, firing at the ground inches from Forte's feet as he tried to assume control. Jimmy pulled the keys to his van from his pocket, and tossed them to the other. He motioned towards the side of the building, where he'd move the van, and waved him off.
He snapped his gun, keeping the few people still there in check. He figured a little hostage situation would keep the cops of Forte's back long enough for him to start following the chain of commands. Besides, he had business to attend to later and couldn't be held up by the man assuming he was in charge.
Jimmy may have tagged along for the trip, but he was blazing his own trail now. He had his own chain to follow back to the source.
OOC: *Grabs up the stick, and smacks High King upside the head with it* No. Bad. Jimmy's not going anywhere.
IC:
Jimmy, snapped his gun around, firing at the ground inches from Forte's feet as he tried to assume control. Jimmy pulled the keys to his van from his pocket, and tossed them to the other. He motioned towards the side of the building, where he'd move the van, and waved him off.
He snapped his gun, keeping the few people still there in check. He figured a little hostage situation would keep the cops of Forte's back long enough for him to start following the chain of commands. Besides, he had business to attend to later and couldn't be held up by the man assuming he was in charge.
Jimmy may have tagged along for the trip, but he was blazing his own trail now. He had his own chain to follow back to the source.
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Hostage situation?!
ooc: oops, heh, sorry. Like just say I'm out of the van, and in the same room right now.
ic: Jimmy, my partner, had everyone at gunpoint. This was not looking good, "damn it Jim! They have nothing to do with this, let them go! I know it will get cops off my back, but not like this, god damn it!" Jimmy didn't move, and for the first time ever, I had no idea what he was up to. I gritted my teeth, "listen Jimmy, its almost time. All we have to do is go to the restaurant, and take out the Ingram brothers. Lets just go! Now!" Jimmy stayed silent.
ooc: oops, heh, sorry. Like just say I'm out of the van, and in the same room right now.
ic: Jimmy, my partner, had everyone at gunpoint. This was not looking good, "damn it Jim! They have nothing to do with this, let them go! I know it will get cops off my back, but not like this, god damn it!" Jimmy didn't move, and for the first time ever, I had no idea what he was up to. I gritted my teeth, "listen Jimmy, its almost time. All we have to do is go to the restaurant, and take out the Ingram brothers. Lets just go! Now!" Jimmy stayed silent.
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Jimmy The Mute
He glared at Forte, firing a shot into the floor behind him, he waved him off as he started herding the others up. He tossed Forte his notepad, and themn turned his back on his partner. A scribbled note was on the top sheet.
'I don't plan on hurting anyone.
I'll give myself up when the cops get here.
I need to get in the station for something.
Back off.'
He glared at Forte, firing a shot into the floor behind him, he waved him off as he started herding the others up. He tossed Forte his notepad, and themn turned his back on his partner. A scribbled note was on the top sheet.
'I don't plan on hurting anyone.
I'll give myself up when the cops get here.
I need to get in the station for something.
Back off.'
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Hardass devoued them. I had been forever since he had eaten flapjacks. He moaned, feeling the syrup in his mouth, and the richness explode in every bite.
"Sir!"
He grabbed his gun, pointing it at Lawson, one more word. Just one more fucking word.
"A big exlplosion, some nightclub downtown. It's got Forte's fingerprints all over it."
He eased back on the trigger, but decided against it. As good as flapjacks were, right now he had more important things to do. Taking a huge mouthful, he ran out to the car.
Cops from all over were settling down to this place. A new shift had come on, and most of these guys were bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for some action. Good, damnit.
He needed that in his men.
Hardass' car paused, as a long line of others stopped the way. Most of the police were behind their vehicles on on the side of trashcans and what not. He ducked, getting out of the car, that only meant one thing, soemone had a gun.
On the far side of the building he could see a man holding a gun. He saw that there were people near him too. Shit, a crisis situation. Just what he needed.
"Call the Police shrink, tell him we have a real live one out here."
The call was being placed.
As for Hardass, he grabbed a bullhorn, and pointed it at the man. The fire on what was left of the nightclub burned ferociously. It would take the firefighters hours to fix that mess.
"This is the police. Drop you weapon, and put your hands on top of your head. You have nowhere to go, and absolutely nothing to prove. If you give up now, you'll get around 2 years in prison, tops. If that gun goes off, you're looking at a nice long stay where your ass will be used as a form of currency."
Anal rape, always changes a law breaker's outlook on a situation.
Hardass had his weapon in the mans' general direction.
"Why don't we use some tear gas boss?"
Hardass nodded, "Get it ready, but don't fire until I see. It doesn't look like this whacko is going to give up very...." he paused, "Wait, what in the hell is he doing?"
"Sir!"
He grabbed his gun, pointing it at Lawson, one more word. Just one more fucking word.
"A big exlplosion, some nightclub downtown. It's got Forte's fingerprints all over it."
He eased back on the trigger, but decided against it. As good as flapjacks were, right now he had more important things to do. Taking a huge mouthful, he ran out to the car.
Cops from all over were settling down to this place. A new shift had come on, and most of these guys were bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for some action. Good, damnit.
He needed that in his men.
Hardass' car paused, as a long line of others stopped the way. Most of the police were behind their vehicles on on the side of trashcans and what not. He ducked, getting out of the car, that only meant one thing, soemone had a gun.
On the far side of the building he could see a man holding a gun. He saw that there were people near him too. Shit, a crisis situation. Just what he needed.
"Call the Police shrink, tell him we have a real live one out here."
The call was being placed.
As for Hardass, he grabbed a bullhorn, and pointed it at the man. The fire on what was left of the nightclub burned ferociously. It would take the firefighters hours to fix that mess.
"This is the police. Drop you weapon, and put your hands on top of your head. You have nowhere to go, and absolutely nothing to prove. If you give up now, you'll get around 2 years in prison, tops. If that gun goes off, you're looking at a nice long stay where your ass will be used as a form of currency."
Anal rape, always changes a law breaker's outlook on a situation.
Hardass had his weapon in the mans' general direction.
"Why don't we use some tear gas boss?"
Hardass nodded, "Get it ready, but don't fire until I see. It doesn't look like this whacko is going to give up very...." he paused, "Wait, what in the hell is he doing?"
Jenna:
There was one explosion too many for a night, and before I knew it the place was almost crumbling down on me, again. So much for the back-up. They weren't here as far as I knew.
Still, amidst all that screaming and hollering from the hundreds rushing for the door, I easily spotted the gentleman from earlier on. He was talking to the guy with the gun. I knew there was something fishy about this.
He started towards the door outside, leaving behind a notepad with some scribbling on it.
'I don't plan on hurting anyone.
I'll give myself up when the cops get here.
I need to get in the station for something.
Back off.'
Ok so the hostages are safe for now. I thought to myself. Checking that I still had my gun under my skirt, I started for the door myself, until I heard a click behind me. More precisely, it was next to my head. I turned, and faced the nozzle of a gun directly......
There was one explosion too many for a night, and before I knew it the place was almost crumbling down on me, again. So much for the back-up. They weren't here as far as I knew.
Still, amidst all that screaming and hollering from the hundreds rushing for the door, I easily spotted the gentleman from earlier on. He was talking to the guy with the gun. I knew there was something fishy about this.
He started towards the door outside, leaving behind a notepad with some scribbling on it.
'I don't plan on hurting anyone.
I'll give myself up when the cops get here.
I need to get in the station for something.
Back off.'
Ok so the hostages are safe for now. I thought to myself. Checking that I still had my gun under my skirt, I started for the door myself, until I heard a click behind me. More precisely, it was next to my head. I turned, and faced the nozzle of a gun directly......
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Solo once again
I glared at him for a minute, and made a decision. I didn't know if it was the right decision, but it was a decision. I took my hand off my gun, "fine, play it your way Jimmy. I'll be waiting for you at the restaurant. I know I can count on you Jimmy". With that, I waved bye, turned around, and left. I then stopped again, and turned once more, "Jimmy, just in case if you don't make it to the restaurant, thanks for being a partn- I mean, friend". I waved again, then left. He was going to be at that restaurant, I knew he would.
There were cops outside. It wasn't going to be easy getting out, so I went underground. The secret hall that we found in the washroom, could easily get me outside. I find the exit in that secret hall, where the burnt corpse of Mr. Fancy was. I climbed up the stairs, and it opened up to a small elevator. I pressed up, and I brought to a park outside the nightclub. I stepped out of a large fake tree. Looking behind the tree, I could see the cops outside the club, the sound of sirens ringed in my ears.
Stepping onto the street, I hailed a taxi. I made myself comfortable and said, "take me to the big wang chinese restaurant, driver". He drove off into the night.
ooc: sorry Jimmy, but I can't wait around while you get yourself arrested.
I glared at him for a minute, and made a decision. I didn't know if it was the right decision, but it was a decision. I took my hand off my gun, "fine, play it your way Jimmy. I'll be waiting for you at the restaurant. I know I can count on you Jimmy". With that, I waved bye, turned around, and left. I then stopped again, and turned once more, "Jimmy, just in case if you don't make it to the restaurant, thanks for being a partn- I mean, friend". I waved again, then left. He was going to be at that restaurant, I knew he would.
There were cops outside. It wasn't going to be easy getting out, so I went underground. The secret hall that we found in the washroom, could easily get me outside. I find the exit in that secret hall, where the burnt corpse of Mr. Fancy was. I climbed up the stairs, and it opened up to a small elevator. I pressed up, and I brought to a park outside the nightclub. I stepped out of a large fake tree. Looking behind the tree, I could see the cops outside the club, the sound of sirens ringed in my ears.
Stepping onto the street, I hailed a taxi. I made myself comfortable and said, "take me to the big wang chinese restaurant, driver". He drove off into the night.
ooc: sorry Jimmy, but I can't wait around while you get yourself arrested.
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Jimmy The Mute
Well well well, there was that woman, heading for the door. He stepped up, pointing a gun at her head. She turned around, facing it. He waved a finger at her. No one was leaving this party, yet. And two years? Did they think he didn't know the laws? Besides, he'd blown up most of the secret rooms and all the back. Once those bodies were found, he doubted if he'd get two years.
He grabbed the woman by her arm, and pulled her back, turning her around. The gun was still by her head as he put an arm around her neck. He only really needed one hostage. So, he'd lied, so he had other plans. It didn't matter. He waved the other hostages out, he only needed the one.
He started moving backward, forcing her along with him. He had enough problems at the moment. He took a deep breath, and looked at his hostage. Not bad. Perhaps he'd add rape to his long list of crimes before the night was over.
Well well well, there was that woman, heading for the door. He stepped up, pointing a gun at her head. She turned around, facing it. He waved a finger at her. No one was leaving this party, yet. And two years? Did they think he didn't know the laws? Besides, he'd blown up most of the secret rooms and all the back. Once those bodies were found, he doubted if he'd get two years.
He grabbed the woman by her arm, and pulled her back, turning her around. The gun was still by her head as he put an arm around her neck. He only really needed one hostage. So, he'd lied, so he had other plans. It didn't matter. He waved the other hostages out, he only needed the one.
He started moving backward, forcing her along with him. He had enough problems at the moment. He took a deep breath, and looked at his hostage. Not bad. Perhaps he'd add rape to his long list of crimes before the night was over.
Jenna:
He's picking the wrong person. That was the first thought that came to mind. It wasn't the right time yet though. There was something this man was up to, and it was going to be dangerous.
Still, I'm going to make him pay for this. Plus the looks he was giving me, he might as well be blind too after this.
His forearm pulls back sharply, choking me momentarily.
Fuck.
He's picking the wrong person. That was the first thought that came to mind. It wasn't the right time yet though. There was something this man was up to, and it was going to be dangerous.
Still, I'm going to make him pay for this. Plus the looks he was giving me, he might as well be blind too after this.
His forearm pulls back sharply, choking me momentarily.
Fuck.
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JImmy- Could we get the getaway music, please?
He dragged her along, disappearing from the frenzy of cops dealing with the crazy set free hostages. He pulled the woman into the secret passageway, gun still on the side of her head, and pulled her along until they reached the small lift.
Once outside, he pulled her to his van, and did the only sensible thing one can do. He hit her on the top of the head with the butt of the gun hard enough to knock her out.
He threw her in the back of the van, and climbed in, closing the door behind him before he slumped in the seat and started the engine.
He prayed that she'd stay unconscious long enough. She could be awake again in the two minutes, and he really did need that craziness. The van roared to life, and started down the twists and turns of alleys as he started out for what would hopefully be a normal kidnapping.
And then of course, it all went wrong....
He dragged her along, disappearing from the frenzy of cops dealing with the crazy set free hostages. He pulled the woman into the secret passageway, gun still on the side of her head, and pulled her along until they reached the small lift.
Once outside, he pulled her to his van, and did the only sensible thing one can do. He hit her on the top of the head with the butt of the gun hard enough to knock her out.
He threw her in the back of the van, and climbed in, closing the door behind him before he slumped in the seat and started the engine.
He prayed that she'd stay unconscious long enough. She could be awake again in the two minutes, and he really did need that craziness. The van roared to life, and started down the twists and turns of alleys as he started out for what would hopefully be a normal kidnapping.
And then of course, it all went wrong....
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Big Wang Restaurant
I got out of the taxi, and my jaw dropped at the sight. This place was huge, even bigger than the nightclub. A huge arched doorway was in front of me, and some shady characters hanging around, most likely triad members. A big neon sign seemed to float above my head. The roof was tiled, and the walls were concrete. I hoped I could make my way out of this alive.
I went in, looking like a man who just need some dinner. I was half an hour early. This was a good chance to grab something to eat. I told the waiter to get me a table for two. One seat for Jimmy, one for me. Thats if Jimmy is coming, or not. I sat down, and ordered a appetizer, squid tentacles. Fried nice, and crispy, just the way I liked it. I looked around, waiting for the Ingram brothers to show up.
ooc: next time you go to a chinese restaurant, I suggest you get some fried tentacles. Thier crispy, and tasty. I should know, I tried them before.
I got out of the taxi, and my jaw dropped at the sight. This place was huge, even bigger than the nightclub. A huge arched doorway was in front of me, and some shady characters hanging around, most likely triad members. A big neon sign seemed to float above my head. The roof was tiled, and the walls were concrete. I hoped I could make my way out of this alive.
I went in, looking like a man who just need some dinner. I was half an hour early. This was a good chance to grab something to eat. I told the waiter to get me a table for two. One seat for Jimmy, one for me. Thats if Jimmy is coming, or not. I sat down, and ordered a appetizer, squid tentacles. Fried nice, and crispy, just the way I liked it. I looked around, waiting for the Ingram brothers to show up.
ooc: next time you go to a chinese restaurant, I suggest you get some fried tentacles. Thier crispy, and tasty. I should know, I tried them before.
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"Where in the hell did he go?"
Hardass ran, shoving aside people and chasing after where the crazy person went. What in the hell was he trying to pull anyway?
He saw lift doors close, cursing himself. Looks like the stairs again. It didn't matter, the only other exit had to be the back. There had to be at least a few cops back there.
He ran out of the door, just in time to see a van pull away. He could only see a flash of color before it went out of sight. Pulling his gun, he cursed loudly.
Why were there no cops back here? That was the stupidest thing he had ever seen happen. They had the fucker in their sights and he just sneaks off the back. It's things like this that make the police department look bad.
He went back up to the front side, seeing an ambulance and a firetruck making their way up to the place. His foot hit against something. A notepad?
He picked it up.
"Boss, did ya get Jenna?"
Jenna?
"What? Jenna was here?"
"A couple of the guys saw it, the arsenist who held up all these people took Jenna with him."
"The fuck he did! Goddamnit!"
"We've got more problems, there's tons of bodies down below the nightclub as well. These ones don't look like they came from this new guy though, they have a classic Forte signature. Bullet holes and all."
"Just what we need, fuck. Ok, everybody get out of the way. Let the ambulance and the firetruck do their job, and we'll begin the investiagation after their done."
He made them all move back, cars getting out of the way. As he did, he got a look at the note.
"Give himself up? Well, that's definitely a new way to do it. Most people just drop the gun and put their hands up. Never seen someone give up by speeding off."
Things were clicking in his brain. This person, could he be connected to Forte in any way? This guy distracted the cops as Forte ran away and went to go kill some more idiots. There was no proof, but he didn't doubt it. Call it a hunch.
Of course, the proof would be down in that basement. As soon as the firetruck cleared.
Hardass ran, shoving aside people and chasing after where the crazy person went. What in the hell was he trying to pull anyway?
He saw lift doors close, cursing himself. Looks like the stairs again. It didn't matter, the only other exit had to be the back. There had to be at least a few cops back there.
He ran out of the door, just in time to see a van pull away. He could only see a flash of color before it went out of sight. Pulling his gun, he cursed loudly.
Why were there no cops back here? That was the stupidest thing he had ever seen happen. They had the fucker in their sights and he just sneaks off the back. It's things like this that make the police department look bad.
He went back up to the front side, seeing an ambulance and a firetruck making their way up to the place. His foot hit against something. A notepad?
He picked it up.
"Boss, did ya get Jenna?"
Jenna?
"What? Jenna was here?"
"A couple of the guys saw it, the arsenist who held up all these people took Jenna with him."
"The fuck he did! Goddamnit!"
"We've got more problems, there's tons of bodies down below the nightclub as well. These ones don't look like they came from this new guy though, they have a classic Forte signature. Bullet holes and all."
"Just what we need, fuck. Ok, everybody get out of the way. Let the ambulance and the firetruck do their job, and we'll begin the investiagation after their done."
He made them all move back, cars getting out of the way. As he did, he got a look at the note.
"Give himself up? Well, that's definitely a new way to do it. Most people just drop the gun and put their hands up. Never seen someone give up by speeding off."
Things were clicking in his brain. This person, could he be connected to Forte in any way? This guy distracted the cops as Forte ran away and went to go kill some more idiots. There was no proof, but he didn't doubt it. Call it a hunch.
Of course, the proof would be down in that basement. As soon as the firetruck cleared.
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reminder
ooc: don't forget to write a bit about the disfigured Mr. Fancy poohlive. If you notice anything in the back, it gonna be Mr. Fancy.
ooc: don't forget to write a bit about the disfigured Mr. Fancy poohlive. If you notice anything in the back, it gonna be Mr. Fancy.
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Deep Fried Squid tentacles are good
I was a table with a good view, which allowed me to see everything around me. After a cup of tea, I noticed two people walk in. They were twins, and rich looking twins at that. They both wore black trench coats, and running shoes. On the their belt buckle, I saw a T. The shape of a Ingram. I knew at first sight that it was them.
My trigger finger seemed to be getting very itchy now. I just sat there though, being patient, like a snake in the grass, ready to strike at any minute. I just hoped that Jimmy woud be able to join the fun.
I was a table with a good view, which allowed me to see everything around me. After a cup of tea, I noticed two people walk in. They were twins, and rich looking twins at that. They both wore black trench coats, and running shoes. On the their belt buckle, I saw a T. The shape of a Ingram. I knew at first sight that it was them.
My trigger finger seemed to be getting very itchy now. I just sat there though, being patient, like a snake in the grass, ready to strike at any minute. I just hoped that Jimmy woud be able to join the fun.
Jenna:
That must have been the worst headache I've had for years. Other than the time Chief assigned David to be my partner.
I slowly got to my feet, sort of, in that little space at the back of the van. I was not bound, and there probably was not attempt to. He was going to regret this mistake.
And then I checked under my skirt. The gun was still there. For a moment I was bemused, and slightly irritated that he didn't even to peek up my skirt when I was out cold. What's wrong with this guy. Mistake number two though, and he was going to pay doubly.
Right now I had the advantage - I was awake, and he had no idea. It was not the time to go 'Freeze and put your hands up', so I waited quietly for the right moment....
That must have been the worst headache I've had for years. Other than the time Chief assigned David to be my partner.
I slowly got to my feet, sort of, in that little space at the back of the van. I was not bound, and there probably was not attempt to. He was going to regret this mistake.
And then I checked under my skirt. The gun was still there. For a moment I was bemused, and slightly irritated that he didn't even to peek up my skirt when I was out cold. What's wrong with this guy. Mistake number two though, and he was going to pay doubly.
Right now I had the advantage - I was awake, and he had no idea. It was not the time to go 'Freeze and put your hands up', so I waited quietly for the right moment....
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Jimmy slowed the van to a stop in the back alleys of town. It wasn't a very common spot, and no one was likely to just pop up unexpectedly. He pulled his thermal goggles of, tossing them in the passenger seat.
He sighed, putting his face in his hands. He was screwed. So deeply screwed. Things couldn't get much worse. He turned around to check on his hostage, and found himself staring at the barrel of a gun. Adding the fact he'd left his own gun back there, he was doubly screwed now. He raised his hands in the air, eyes traveling up the arm holding the gun, and lingering a little on the chest before moving up to the eyes.
He cleared his throat. "Umm, well,......fuck."
Jimmy slowed the van to a stop in the back alleys of town. It wasn't a very common spot, and no one was likely to just pop up unexpectedly. He pulled his thermal goggles of, tossing them in the passenger seat.
He sighed, putting his face in his hands. He was screwed. So deeply screwed. Things couldn't get much worse. He turned around to check on his hostage, and found himself staring at the barrel of a gun. Adding the fact he'd left his own gun back there, he was doubly screwed now. He raised his hands in the air, eyes traveling up the arm holding the gun, and lingering a little on the chest before moving up to the eyes.
He cleared his throat. "Umm, well,......fuck."
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Shudder
Suddenly, while indulging myself in some sweet, and sour pork. I shuddered, something wasn't right in the universe tonight. I felt like something very strange just happened, like Jimmy just spoke, or something. Nah, couldn't be... or could it? I quickly pushed these nonsense thoughts out of my head, and continued gnawing at my sweet, and sour pork.
Suddenly, while indulging myself in some sweet, and sour pork. I shuddered, something wasn't right in the universe tonight. I felt like something very strange just happened, like Jimmy just spoke, or something. Nah, couldn't be... or could it? I quickly pushed these nonsense thoughts out of my head, and continued gnawing at my sweet, and sour pork.
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"And that would make mangled corpse number 36," A rookie said, planting the bruned corpse with a number. He was past trying to identify who was who.
Damnit Forte, didn't even leave them recognizable anymore. He would defintely have a nice long chat with the man once this was all over.
"Number 37," most of them were just deaths from the explosions. Reports came from a few of them having deid earlier from gun shots. The bullets matched the ones with Forte, didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened here.
"So, what now? Why was he here?"
Hardass shook his head, "Apparently, the order to bump off his father came from higher than we thought."
"Higher? Boss, who's higher than Big Daddy?"
"Boss Daddy," he corrected, although even he wasn't sure who the man was. Anyway, what they thought was the Macho guy turned out to be merely a pencil pusher for someone up.
"Get out on the streets, and get the names of the hghest mobsters in the city. They might be connected with this. Try to talk to them personally."
"Consorting with mobsters?"
"It might help us. Right now, I think it's more important getting Forte off of the street than anything else. He's killed nearly a hundred people including today's stunt."
"You mean... we're going to try and team up with the mafia?"
"No... just maybe help them help us catch a known criminal."
Hardass gave the man a mean look, knowing that the questions were over for a while. Honestly, he wasn't sure himself how to pull it off. Not like he could just run into a mafia's office and ask if he could let his goosn join their goons.
It might take that kind of forcefullness though.
With the bodies counted (Fancy bottoms or whatever is in there somewhere) and wrapped up, they would be taken to the morgue for autopsies. Not much evidence was to be taken from the place, nothing more than some shells and a few broken cd's.
"We've got part of the bomb. Pretty clever device. Whoever blew this knew what he was doing."
Hardass nodded, not really caring. The bomber now had Jenna in his clutches. This was getting bad to worse. Not only did he have no fucking clue what was going on, but a fellow officer was now in a shit load of trouble, and he was so desperate to catch one single man, that he was actually considering helping the mafia.
He needed more flapjacks!!!!
Cursing, Hardass jumped back into his vehicle. He sped towards headquarters, hoping to see that some of the lab results were in.
Maybe this case could be cracked after all.
Damnit Forte, didn't even leave them recognizable anymore. He would defintely have a nice long chat with the man once this was all over.
"Number 37," most of them were just deaths from the explosions. Reports came from a few of them having deid earlier from gun shots. The bullets matched the ones with Forte, didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened here.
"So, what now? Why was he here?"
Hardass shook his head, "Apparently, the order to bump off his father came from higher than we thought."
"Higher? Boss, who's higher than Big Daddy?"
"Boss Daddy," he corrected, although even he wasn't sure who the man was. Anyway, what they thought was the Macho guy turned out to be merely a pencil pusher for someone up.
"Get out on the streets, and get the names of the hghest mobsters in the city. They might be connected with this. Try to talk to them personally."
"Consorting with mobsters?"
"It might help us. Right now, I think it's more important getting Forte off of the street than anything else. He's killed nearly a hundred people including today's stunt."
"You mean... we're going to try and team up with the mafia?"
"No... just maybe help them help us catch a known criminal."
Hardass gave the man a mean look, knowing that the questions were over for a while. Honestly, he wasn't sure himself how to pull it off. Not like he could just run into a mafia's office and ask if he could let his goosn join their goons.
It might take that kind of forcefullness though.
With the bodies counted (Fancy bottoms or whatever is in there somewhere) and wrapped up, they would be taken to the morgue for autopsies. Not much evidence was to be taken from the place, nothing more than some shells and a few broken cd's.
"We've got part of the bomb. Pretty clever device. Whoever blew this knew what he was doing."
Hardass nodded, not really caring. The bomber now had Jenna in his clutches. This was getting bad to worse. Not only did he have no fucking clue what was going on, but a fellow officer was now in a shit load of trouble, and he was so desperate to catch one single man, that he was actually considering helping the mafia.
He needed more flapjacks!!!!
Cursing, Hardass jumped back into his vehicle. He sped towards headquarters, hoping to see that some of the lab results were in.
Maybe this case could be cracked after all.
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