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Sunday May 14, 2017
Turtle beach, 12 Porto trail
3:45pm
The front porch of an older looking cottage creeks open, Rocco walks slowly out from the front door. He strikes back the bottom of the robe he is wearing *there is his initials stitched on the back of the white robe, in gold it says "R.D"* he lets his hairy legs catch a breeze as he makes his way to the front dock of his cottage. Before crossing the dirt road to the dock he noticed that the mail box is slightly crooked. Rocco: "FUCK, some stronzo must have not seen the box and struck it, ahhh I don't got time to fix this shit any more". Rocco, finally he crosses the street to reach the end of the dock. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, a special kind from Italy, imported. He strikes a king sized match, he hovers the match slightly under the cigarette. He takes a long inhale and than a long exhale. He than slowly sits on the dock, eases back on the old caffe style chair he has on the dock. Rocco takes in a scan of the area. Unaware of the fake bush 500m west from his cottage where the sun was going down, a long black barrel peaks slightly out of it. A slim familiar face hid behind the glare of the scope. The youthful hand pulls back the bolt of his custom made L87, he plants the clip of of specialized ammo in the rifle. The mysterious figure than pushes in the bolt to load one round. His finger lays easy on the trigger. One deep breath. He stops. As he sees a young lady come out the front of the cottage, he scans her, than he focus is back on Rocco. Cathrine her name was, a "friend" of Rocco's, she made her way to the dock and was gently rubbing Rocco's shoulders as he took his last puff from a cigarette. All this was being carfuly observed by the hidden killer in the bushes. And with one slight squeeze of the trigger a bullet cracks out the barrel tunneling into Rocco's upper left shoulder. Unknown killer: *makes a call from a untraceable cell phone* " it is done" said in an Italian American accent. The mysterious figure chucks the phone into a muddy puddle, while he swiftly runs away. Heavy rain starts to kick in as the sun is still out, the sound of birds hustle in the sky. As it appears Rocco lays motionless almost breathless on dock spralled out with his arms and legs wide open as blood pours out of the large wound that just missed his heart. Cathrine stumbled upon her knees in panic and shock starts to slowly weep. She gets up and bolts inside for the phone to call for an ambulance and frank Luprano. Rocco: *thinking to himself* could this be it, the end, I can't even tell where the bullet hit me, all I know it that I don't have much time to get to a hospital, if it's my time where I go.. I go, and that's that. The cold rain,I feel it. It feels numbing every time a drop hits my wound. The sharp pain finally hit me as I hear an amubulnace coming from.. far away. Sound and light is starting to fade away... this is it isn't it.
A call comes through to frank Lupranos private quarters. Frank: picks up the phone. In shock and rage he hops in his old style Cadillac and speeds on over to Porto trail..
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I like the new hierarchy frank!
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I really like the way this looks frank good job with it
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11 hours ago, Frank said:Frank: "Not that I know of, but who the fuck knows, it could have been a family making a move on us. Let's get back to the compound, i wont feel more safe till were back at my office with our guys."
Rocco: Ok let's get outta here.
frank and rocco both get into a new car that the family mechanic had given to them (brand new black Audi A7). They rapidly sped off to the compound.
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Possibly a psychopath, know anyone else that might want us dead?
15 minutes ago, Frank said:Frank: "It could be, but it seems a little strange that they would send someone to hit us already. They didnt have their meeting yet."
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On 2016-12-07 at 3:05 PM, Resurge said:5 minutes ago, Frank said:Frank: "Like a rocker? Like a biker?"
Ya like a biker. Holy shit frank you think it was that fucking gang?
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5 hours ago, Frank said:Frank:"Fuck, I hope nobody caught our license plate, that's the last fucking thing we need. We gotta swap out these plates Rocco, after we patch up the holes. Did you catch a look on the driver, how did he look like?"
Rocco: I think he had long black hair kinda curly, and a pair of glasses but he was light skin
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22 hours ago, Resurge said:Rococo I cannot tell you who my tap is but we can trust I'm he's a good guy anyway I will be sorting us a massive gunshipment from the triads you want anything
Hmmm I don't think I need anything at the moment thank you jerry
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6 hours ago, Resurge said:Rococo I cannot tell you who my tap is but we can trust I'm he's a good guy anyway I will be sorting us a massive gunshipment from the triads you want anything
Hmmm I don't think I need anything at the moment thank you jerry
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35 minutes ago, Frank said:Frank: "Alright, why not, I wanted to also get a nice bottle of cognac, it'll help ease my nerves from this bullshit."
Rocco and frank head into an old Cadillac, all black, rocco drives. Rocco looks in the rear view mirror.
rocco: JESUS, it's the that fucken Oldsmobile, the same one that's been following me around.
the Oldsmobile kicks up gear and glides along side the Cadillac, two bullets spring out one after the other out the side window blowing a big hole into the glass out the top of the Cadillac.
rocco: frank duck down, duck!
rocco speeds up out pacing the Cadillac slightly. *frank pulls out an all black m1911 and blasts the whole mag out the back left window as he keeps ducking for cover. Two bullets hit the front right wheel of the Oldsmobile and the rest hit the driver who could not be identified. The Oldsmobile slashes and sweeps out of control into the front of a cafe.
rocco: what the fuck was that all about! Mother fuckers nearly took my head off.
frank: Jesus, get to the warhorse as fast as you can we need to call Carmelo.
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8 hours ago, Frank said:Frank: "Thats a good idea."
*Frank tears open the envelope. Inside is a letter with words made up of letters cut out from magazines. It reads, "Were coming." Frank crumples up the letter in his hands and sets it alight, letting it burn up in the ashtray.
"Not unless we get you first, motherfuckers."
Rocco:Madone! This could be serious boss we need info on who sent that letter, not unless it was some dumb punk kid trying to pull a spook on us but non the less better safe than sorry. I'll try to find out who the fuvk sent it *rocco looks at the letter burning in the ash tray* oh never mind than I guess they aren't a threat anymore *rocco chuckles* I'm going to go grab some bottles of wine from the store wanna come frank?
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11 hours ago, Frank said:*Frank taps his cigar into an ashtray.
Frank: "I dont know, we havent heard nuthin since we blew them the fuck up. there was some rumors that they might be organizing a meeting of whats left of them up north outta town. Might be worth investigating."
Rocco: we can send Carmelo and Antonio up there have them seek around up north, see if they bring back any news? Rocco pulls out an envelope he got in the mail box regarding something about frank. Rocco: an unknown address, don't know who, here * he hands it to frank* take a look rocco says.
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9 minutes ago, Frank said:Frank: "Na, hes a civilian, but he's a good guy. His brother in law is a made guy. We dont have to tell this guy much, just pay him to renovate the place for us. Like i said, he will give us a nice discount."
*Frank lights a toscano cigar and takes a large pull, he blows out a large plume of smoke.
Rocco: good that means more in our pockets *as he clears some of the smoke from his face* he gets up and goes to take a beer (Stella Artois) out of the fridge. So when are we gonna finish our "buisness"with those bikers.
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5 hours ago, Frank said:Frank: "No were going to need a whole lot more than 5 million. However, we don't have to build our own. The old Ace High casino is gonna close pretty soon. The place is sturdy. We just buy them out, pump a few million into that place, gut the interior, put new stuff, get our licenses, fix up the outside a bit and it'll be good as new. I got a connection in ash hill that could do the decorating for a discount and our friend in the Senate will speed up the process for our gambling licences."
Who's our connection, rocco asks curiously. Do we now the guy ,is he in this thing of ours?
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10 hours ago, Frank said:*Frank goes to a small side table that has some envelopes, paper, pens, calculators and other accounting materials. He stuffs a few envelopes in his pocket.
Frank: "Guys, everyone's taste of the dough we got from last week's shipment is over here. Its a little light, but I'm using that money to help set up our operations down in Turtle beach. Besides, I think you will still find a good amount of fazool's in here to buy an early Christmas present."
rocco: so what's our current funds in the turtle beach project. If we got 5 million we can open a decent casino down there?
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1 hour ago, Frank said:*Frank walks in the backroom of the club, Antonio and Paulie behind him. He hangs up his leather jacket, and pours himself a dram of whisky.
Frank: "Hey boys, what going on? By the way did you hear that a new high rise condo was just proposed for Schuyler heights? That's close to our turf and that means they should build the condos with our concrete, if they don't want that building to fall. Hehe, you know what I mean?"
Rocco: Ya boss I got what your saying hehe rocco* rocco takes the whiskey bottle and pours him self and ounce or two
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Besides we ain't got nothing to worry about we got no serious beef with them, rocco explains. Carmelo and sonny both chuckle.
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56 minutes ago, Resurge said:Jerry walks up to the table mornin I called frank nothing happned after we went to sleep be on the lookout my tap called the witness who saw us was attacked yakuza saved her whoever it was he didn't help us we need her dead who's comin with to pay her a visit
Auoo who is this tap any way how could we trust them and listen to your tap and we don't kill innocent girls last time I checks so don't go getin trigger happy you hear! *rocco demands jerry to take a seat and offers him a glass of amoretto on the rocks to ease his mind*
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9:26 am east roseport: rocco awakes from a long restless sleep, he gathers the strength to get up and make a quick breakfast (toast with a small Nutella spread and an espresso) he takes his long dark grey over coat and heads on over to the deli shop with his Buick
rocco: morning boys *he opens the back room door slowly as the door creeks* he sets his coat over the hanger in his closet and takes a seat at the small old dinner table on which Carmelo and sonny had been playing cards on already.
Sonny:frate join in on the next game
rocco:I'll pass I'm too tired and I'll probably loose anyway *sonny chuckles*
carmello:where's frank you should give him a call?
Rocco: I was about to at the same
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7 minutes ago, Frank said:*Frank looks out the window.
Frank: "Ye. We will send Sonny's crew down there. We will give him some start up money, set up a base of operations down there. A cafe or something. We give it a few months, then we go check it out, maybe take a little vacation."
rocco: Alright frank I like the sound of that. I'm gonna head back to my place to get some rest *rocco grabs his over coat and shakes franks hand good bye* he walks out into the deserted parking lot where his all black 4 door Buick camouflaged in the middle. He starts the car does a wide turn and heads onto the main highway towards Barron's street not to far from the hideout.
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"We can send a made guy down there to keep things at ease if anything happens or maybe get sonnys crew down there for now? Me, you Carmelo and paulie can keep things goin on the eastern side"rocco says
16 minutes ago, Frank said:Frank:"There can be alot of money in that gambling there. The problem is that we might quite a bit of competition, so we're gonna need a lot of muscle to keep what's ours."
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Send me down to the casino area with sonny. We can get a hold of a gambling racket down there I garante you frank
10 minutes ago, Frank said:*Frank puts down his beer.
Frank: "Hmm gambling, I like the sound of that. I've always wanted to expand down south. Turtle Beach is where the gambling is that. Who can we send down there, maybe get their hand in one if them casinos?"
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5 minutes ago, Resurge said:Well ok but I Gotta get some sleep night guys
Ciao jerry take care
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4 minutes ago, Resurge said:Cocaine no I'll smuggle some illegal guns in for em
Let's stay out of drugs and guns for now I say we do something along the lines of gambling. What do you say frank?
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