Raining Bullets

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy 'Holy Shit!' Hoffa

"Fine. Be that way."

About twenty minutes later, he pulled the van up behind the police station. They'd keep Forte around while they filed the papers. Probably gloating. 'Stupid pigs,' he thought to himself.

He pulled out a large power drill, and walked up to the wall. "The cells should be about here," he said to himself. He placed the drill bit against the wall, ruinning through the blue prints in his mind once more. A few minutes later a small hole ran through the wall.

Peering through the wall, he saw he had been right. "Hey, Forte! You in there? It's me, Jimmy!"

 

[The_high_king]

A voice

I heard a noise throught the hole in the wall. At first I thought I was insane, but I wasn't. I rushed to the other end of the cell, and the fellow prisoners went the opposite direction. I called back, "Jimmy? is that you Jimmy? I didn't know you could talk. Anyways, your wasting your time here Jimmy. Go home, its over. The whole things over. Grandiosso is dead."

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

"So? What does that have to do with anything? I came to get you out, not to add to your killing spree! Besides, if you think there won't be others after you, you're crazy."

He whistled to himself as he went back to his van, and was back at the hole in the wall in seconds. "Besides, Grandiosso couldn't tie his own shoes. If you think his backers are going to let you go, you're more insane than I am. You've got ten seconds, man."

He shoved plastic explosives into the hole, and placed them around it. They were low power. A lot of bang!, but not much boom! "This should be enough..."

He set the detonator in, and ran back to his van, climbing in and slamming the door as the last few seconds ticked away.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Vixen

Made it! Walking into the Hotel lobby, thankfully registered under a different name than her rental was. She made it to the top floor and into her room. Shutting the door and locking it, she sat down on her bed and just relaxed a little. She had to get cleaned up. Stripping, she got into the shower and washed with the samples in the bathroom. She would find her own things later. Once out, she found her smallest suitcase and pulled out her first aid kit. Setting about fixing up her 'scratch', she got it done and over with. Calling down room service for some Jack Daniels, and dinner, she sat there waiting.

Turning on the TV she watched the news, and the arrest of Forte.

 

[The_high_king]

Second thought

He was right. What if Granddioso wasn't the mastermind behind the whole operation? What if someone told him to kill my father? I had an uneasy feeling that had to be settled. Something was amiss, and I needed to find out what. I ducked down, and prepared for the big boom.
It exploded, and the wall crumbled. My fellow inmates were the first to go. I jumped out, and ran towards Jimmy, thanking him. We were about to go off, but suddenly I remembered something. I grabbed Jimmy's shoulder, and said, "I'm not going anywhere without my colts. I need to get my colts". Those colts were like my babies. Not to mention, they didn't call me, 'the colt man', for nothing.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Vixen

Room serive arrived and it was time to relax. Drinking straight from the bottle I picked up the phone.
"Tiny. Vix here. Any Other jobs in this area for me? No? Check again. I'll call back in an hour. No.. Igrams are dead.. I dont know. Yeah. Anyways, over night more money from my 'account', another id. Yeah. 555-1660 #23. Ok Tiny. Thanks.." Hanging up the phone I sat down to watch the screen. I needed to get dressed and get a new job located. I didn't come lal this way for nothing. And there was always a hitman wanted somewhere. Even if the hitman had tits. Swigging a few swallows from the bottle, the numb feeling started to come. I needed some rest.
Laying on the bed, tucking my 9 under my pillow I dosed off listening to the boring female on tv droll on and on over who was dead and who wasn't.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

"Fucking guns. Fine, here, take this shotgun, I got to get something in the back. Oh, remeber that girl in the club?"

He stood up[, and pointed to his 'hostage' as he pulled a flamethrower from one of the shelves he had set up in the back of hisvan. Strapping it on, he hopped out of his van, and tested it. Flames shot twenty feet in the air.

"Alright then. Roast pork, anyone? You head for theevidence room, oh, and could you get something for me? A metal suitcase with half a pair of handcuffs on it. Should be labeled 'Jackson Hoffa'. Thanks."

With that, he entered the cell he'd freed Forte from just as the guard unlocked the door, kicking it open, he opened up flame on the cops running to check out the explosion.

 

[The_high_king]

Evidence Colts

"Okay. Just remember, don't kill any cops". With that, I rushed back in, and quickly found the evidence chamber. I was in the basement, and under lock, and key. I used the keys I stole from the desk, and opened it. Inside, I took out my colts, my Ingrams, my shotgun, and Jimmy's suitcase with the cuffs. I ran out of the building as quickly as I could. I called Jimmy, "Jimmy! Hurry up! We're getting out now". I jumped into the van.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

Laughing hestericially, he ran back out to the van, and hopped in, dumping the flamethrower in the back and grabbing the case form Forte. Reaching in the back, he puylled out a teargass laucher, and leaned out the van, firing it at each of the copcars and mobs of cops trying to halt their escape.

Smiling, he closed the van door, and hit the accelerator to the floor. Driving the van as fast as it would go, he got them lost in the twisting alleyways of the city before finally taking them out to the warehouses. He stopped behind a warehouse, and got out of the van. Unlocking a large garage type door with his keys, he opened it, and got back in the van, driving it through. He got out once again, and closed the door before turning on the lights.

The main part of the warehouse was tables and crates, most of which were covered in explosives. A large living room like space was set up. Chairs, sofe, rug, television, radio, and a large bed. All the comforts of a house. A sqaured off room sat in one corner, a faded sign proclaiming it to be a restroom. grabbing out the suitcase, he walked over to the living room, and sat in a large easychair, putting the case on his lap and staring at it.

 

[The_high_king]

Whats in the case?

We sat in that drafty warehouse for awhile, before I asked the question, "whats in the case?". It probably didn't matter anyway, but I was curious. I then stood up, and walked around, "anyways, back on topic. Do you think someone told, or ordered Grandiosso to kill me? and if so, who is this mystery person?". We didn't seem to have the answers to that question. I then said, "anyways, before we go any further, we need to head towards the hotel. Their is someone who will be joining us. Her glock 9mm, will come in handy, so lets go".

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bella

OOC: Sorry…RL has been hellacious lately...

The report of the gunshots had finally faded away when I descended to the ground floor two steps at a time. There were police crawling around everywhere as I ducked quickly into the shadows, following the dark corridors with my left hand always trailing on the cool wall.

I found the three assistants dead…good riddance. The whores with guns had never impressed me. This was a job I would have done myself…eventually…although someone had conveniently saved me the time and effort.

Finding myself at the end of the hall, I sidestepped the shattered glass. The glass that didn’t seem to exactly be as bullet-proof as the manufacturers claimed. The bed was jagged with torn shreds of silk, and among the wreckage was a body I recognized to well.

Somebody wanted to up the stakes…and I had a very good idea who it was.

This was turning into a sick and twisted game. I kill your Daddy and you’ll kill mine. I got the message loud and clear.

Turning away from the room with disgust, I made a quiet exit, the perimeter security lax and careless now that Forte’s arrest had been made.

Walking the two blocks to my Ferrari, I leaned on the hood, fingering the grip of my gun through the material. Drumming my nails angrily on the metallic blue hood, I took a deep breath, making a poor attempt at calming my emotions before it came to deciding what my next counter-move would be.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

He pulled out his keys, and unlocked the case. Putting his keys away, he looked over at Forte. Through his thermal goggles, he was just a large blur of bodyheat.

"My dad was a cop. Dirtiest damn cop on the force. I swear, he stole and killed more than most wannabe gangs in this damn town."

He opened the case, looking over the contents for a minute. Then he shut it, and stood up. Leaving the case on the chair, he started towards his van. "Well, let's go. I've got things to blow up. And it's a 'she', is it? Jeez."

 

[mfucker]

OOC: sorry to have kept you waiting GM....but i guess i'm out anyway...too much RL stuff nowadays...

 

[The_high_king]

Lets go!

"Yes, its a she. Her names bullseye, and a hired assassin". With that, we got int he car, and drove toward the hotel. Jimmy parked it, and I said, "stay in the car Jimmy. I'll be back soon". I walked in, and went up to the front desk. Asking for Vixen's room number, I then took the elevator to her suite. I then knocked on the door, and called, "hey Vixen! Open up! Its me, Forte! I need your help, c'mon!". I tapped on the door one more time, and waited.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

He reached over, and turned his headphones on. He got out of his seat, and grabbed a spray can from the back. Hopping out of the van, he began to spray it along the sides.

His easilly spotted black van with its insane logo for a school of driving for the blind slowly washed away as the chemical ate through the first layer of paint. In a matter of minutes, just as the report of what had happened hit television, he got back in his van, setting the spray can away.

Now it was just a red van proclaiming itself to a delivery vehicle for Luigi's Pizza and Kayak Shop. Which, strangly enough, did exist, in the next town over, a good forty miles away. It had catered to this town, but had stopped after the crime had gotten so bad.

Like anyone would notice.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Vixen

"Who?" She walked over to the door opening it up with a yank.
"What do you want?!" She stopped short.
"How in the hell did you get out?!"
She opened the door wider, checking the hallway for anyone around.
"What do ya need Forte?"

 

[The_high_king]

Recruitment

"Lets just say your hired again. C'mon, come with me to the van. I have a lot of explaining to do". With that, she got her stuff, and we headed out. We took the elevator to the lobby, and thats when the trouble started. As soon as we left, some very suspicious people came in. I could just hope they weren't after me. I helped her into the back, of the van, and I followed after her. I then said, "alright Jimmy, lets start with my house, see if we can find some clues there... oh, by the way Jimmy, this is Vixen". They greeted each other, and then I turned to Vixen, and started to explain everything.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Vixen

She quickly grabbed her things, "I will need to contact Tiny, real quick. Got a cell phone?" She asked as they walked hurriedly through the lobby. He ushered her into a van and tossed her things in. "Be careful! My sniper rifle is in one of those cases.. Alright give me the scoop, whats up?" She turned around, looking at Forte.
"Hi Jimmy.." She waved in the drivers direction, but her eyes glued to Forte. "Now explain how the hell you got out of there?"
She listened to his story, thinking.
"Some one else was in charge, Had to be. And people are still looking for you. I'll call Tiny and find out who was going to hire me in this area and for what. That should help out if they want you."

 

[The_high_king]

A moments thought

"Yeah, that will help a lot. Thanks." I leaned back, and re-loaded my guns. As I did my mind began to think about what kind of people were going to be after. Grandiosso probably knows a lot a people, and those lots of people were coming after me. Those people were probably going to be mafia, triad, columbian, gangsta, cultists, a few terrorists, and probably some very good hitmen. Oh yeah, I made a lot of enemies tonight. So was I screwed?, or did Grandiosso's, "buddies", dig their own graves?

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

He pulled the van out into traffic, paying close attention to obeying the traffic laws. He drummed his fingers along the driver's wheel. "Hiya Vixen, nice ta meet ya."

He sighed, and slowly turned the van around, looking over his shoulder. "Now, Forte, am I supposed to guess where your house is, or do you feel like getting your ass up here and giving me some directions?"

 

[The_high_king]

Directions

"Its just south of here on sunnygun rd. it should be about a thirty minute drive from here. The address is 238, its covered with, 'do not cross', all over it, you can't miss it". With that Jimmy drove off, and I leaned back again. I gazed at Vixen for a while, but when she looked back up, I turned away. Kind of blushing... something that I shouldn't be doing.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Vixen

She cleared her throat, "Well I don't mean to sound sarcastic here, but Forte think for a moment. They know, they being the cops and whoever else is after you, will know where you live. everything you own. They will by now have a list of all known friends, enemies. Ex girlfriends, pets, favorite color. You can't go to your own house. Hell you can't even go to your favorite bar right now..." She sat down on the floor of the van and dug threw her bags. Locating more shells, she loaded all her clips back up.
"We need to find a supply store, or pawn shop. I am running outta 9 shells." She sat waiting for Forte to realize the rationality of what she said.
"Remember Forte, I am a hired hitman. I know what they will research on you. They wont leave any stone unturned, and they have money and pull where you least expect it. Right now some woman is telling an old 'high school chum' of yours how you like your coffee, and the last time she seen you."

 

[The_high_king]

Same direction

"High school chum huh? Ha! Jokes on him. I didn't have friends in highschool". I paused for minute to think of what to do, "you know what? were going to my house anyway, cause if there is anything that we need to know, then its there". She seemed confused about my decision, and beckoned to go somewhere elase, but I insisted. I then said, "listen, there is something in my house that I need to get alright? the cops are probably all gone from there by now alright? As for the people who are trying to kill me... I know their expecting me, so lets not keep them waiting any longer". There was a long pause in that van, and I waited for a response.

never back down... unless you have something to back down on
-Jacob Dodder

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy 'Why-The-Hell-Can't-I-Get-The-Girl?' Hoffa

He turned around, pulling his headphones down to his neck and pushing his thermals up to his forehead. He looked at the two, and shook his head. "If you need shells, I got a whole warehouse full of crap you can look through, but for now that crate right there is filled with all sorts of bullets. Look through there, you might find a clip or two worth. As for his house, who cares if they're waiting for us? The whole point of that is to add the element of surprise. We know they're there. No surprise."

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a pile in a box bhind the driver's seat. Opening it, he pulled out a cigarette before sitting back down and making sure the car didn't hit a mailbox as he shoved the pack in a pocket and pulled out his lighter. "Damn van's starting to drift to the right."

He lit his cigarette and slid the lighter away as he took a drag. "So, what's the plan? Just fucking shoot things up, or could we go get a pizza? I'm starved, horny, and tired."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bella

Sliding into the front seat of the Ferrari, I left the driver's door open, rummaging in the glove compartment for the file I had stashed there early. Flipping it open to the full page black and white surveillance photos of the Dodder family, I looked intently at Forte's picture, his dark eyes glaring boldly back at me.

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too… I murmured under my breath, quoting the only Wizard of Oz character I could identify with.

Under the heading of Forte's name were more trivial details then I could bother myself with at the moment. Brutus was just the person to take care of this for me. He had once been my father's friend – but, as his renown for backstabbing had earned him his nickname, later became Gradiosso's rival. Still, I had a feeling he would help me out.

Finding his number on a slip of paper at the bottom of my purse, I pulled out my KneWorld issue cell phone, drumming my fingers in impatience as he didn't pick up until the eleventh ring.

"Brutus? It's Bella."

"I'm fine…and he, well, he's dead."

"No loss – just another small fish in the big, overfished, pond."

"Favor. Forte Dodder. You know where to find his files. Check up on him for me, would you?"

"His house, his father's house, relatives, friends, significant other, favorite fast food restaurant, adult book store, gas station, laundromat, hell, I don't care. Wherever there's a chance he'll show."

"Stay in touch."

Leaning back against the black leather interior, I tossed the phone onto the passengers seat, paging through the unread file and hoping Brutus or one of his men would turn up something soon. I hated the waiting game.