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  1. 16 hours ago, Norway174 said:

    (( Continuation from This. ))

    Zoey gets awoken by an officer knocking on her office door. She was sleeping on the couch, using her jacket as a blanket.
    She'd stay up, and walk over to her office door, and open it. The bright light in the hallway temporarily blinding her, as she also turned on the lights in her office.

    She'd look up, and over at the young, well dressed Officer standing in her doorway holding two cups of coffee. The young man, about Zoey's own age was smiling bright. I could clearly read his name tag, "Clive Johnson."
    Zoey's blonde hair was clearly a mess from sleeping so rough, but Johnson didn't care. And right now, Zoey didn't really care either, as she was still a half-asleep Zombie.

    With his bright smile, Johnson extends one of his coffee cups towards Zoey. And speaks up.

    Johnson: "Sorry, Special Agent Anderson, I didn't know what you liked, so I brought you a cappuccino."
    Zoey: "It's fine, thank you. Johnson. Just call me Zoey. Or Zoe."

    Johnson nods and smiles wide.

    Zoey offers a smile back, and grabs the cup of coffee. And she'd take a sip of the cup.
    After a few moments of silence, and Johnson awkwardly standing still and smiling at Zoey. As if waiting for something. An opportunity perhaps?

    Zoey takes another sip of her coffee, maintaining eye contact. Then eventually grows tiresome of Johnson's stare.

    Zoey: "Yes?"
    Johnson snaps back to reality, as if he was lost in thought.
    Johnson: "Oh, yes. Sorry. I have some more of those case files you've requested."
    And Johnson then holds out tiny stack of files.

    Zoey smiles, and grabs the stack of files.
    Zoey: "Thank you."
    Johnson: "May I ask what you need them for?"

    Zoey starts heading into her office, and puts down the case files on her desk, as she moves around to take a seat behind her desk.
    Meanwhile, Johnsons follows her in after having asked Zoey the question. He'd seem rather interested in what she was up to.

    Zoey: "You may..."

    However, before Zoey could finish her sentence, the radio on the young officer crackles to life as a call can be heard from dispatch.

    Dispatch over the radio: "Calling all units, gunshot at Turtle beach, 12 Porto trail. Request immediate assistance. One civilian down."

    Just before Johnson managed to take a seat in front of Zoey's desk, he looks up at her, and excuses himself, as he rushes out into the hallway, to the others officers all preparing to head out.
    Zoey decides to follow, and picks up her gun from the small table next to the couch, and her jacket. And heads out of the police station to her old rusty car. And follows the police down to the crime scene.

    She'd park a block away, and walk down to the scene. Other officers have already arrived, and taped off the Area. She is greeted by another officer guarding the tape. She'd show him her FBI badge, and he lifts up the tape for Zoey.

    Zoey walks up to the center of the crime scene, and notices the blood on the furniture. And she'd look around. She sees Rocco being taken away by paramedics, she sees the frightened girl, who called the ambulance being questioned by a detective.

    Zoey looks around a bit more. Trying to piece the puzzle together. She overheard the woman on her way in, saying no one else was around. And it sounded like a very loud shot.
    So the attacker most likely used range. Being at the docks, there are plenty of positions one could hide for long range. But not very many hidden positions.
    She'd notice a bush 500m west that seemed a bit out of place. And so, she'd decide to head over there and take a closer look.
    Upon closer inspection, it would appear hollow, and one of the blades having some black residue on them. Most likely gun powder.
    She'd notice one more thing as she leaned in even closer, something shining in the sun light on the ground. She picks it up with a tiny stick she found laying around.

    Being careful not to ruin any potential finger prints.

    Just as she did, the lead investigator noticed Zoey, and approaches her while shouting out.

    Lead detective: "Hey, you! Who are you? What do you think you are doing here?! This is a crime scene!"

    Zoey doesn't respond to him right away, and instead waves over a CSU technician, who bags and tags the bullet for her, before finally responding to the Lead Detective, flipping out her FBI badge.

    Zoey: "Special Agent Zoey Anderson, and I just found your attacker's bullet."

    The Lead Detective quickly changes his tone, not exactly sure what to make of it.

    Lead Detective: "Oh... Uhh.. Thank you."
    He scratches the back of his head a bit.
    Lead Detective: "You're not here to take of my case are you?"
    Zoey: "Haha... No... I'm not. Don't worry. I'm just here to help. What can you tell me happened here?"
    Lead Detective: "Well, we're not entirely sure. The victims name is Rocco, a local around here. Unfortunately, we don't know if he's going to make it yet. The young woman's name is Cathrine, she didn't see anything at all. And doesn't know why anyone would shoot Rocco. As far as she could tell us, he's an outstanding citizen with no enemies."

    Zoey looks around for a moment as the detective talks, she'd then notice the small pond with water. And something seeming a bit off. She'd bow down, and reaches a hand into the muddy pool. The detectives looks at her a bit strange, no clue what she's doing.

    Eventually, she fishes up a completely soaked phone. She'd look up to the CSU Technician who approach with another bag. And she'd hand him the phone.
    Zoey: "Let me know if you manage to find anything on this, alright?"
    The technician nods and says: "Yes ma'am.", and walks away.

    Lead Detective: "H..How'd you do that?"
    Zoey: "Do what?"
    Lead Detective: "Know where to look."
    Zoey: "Ohh... Simpe really, our brains are amazing at pattern recognition. It's just something they teach us at the Academy to look for, and recognize patterns. I'll see you around, Detective."

    Zoey walks off, leaving the detective. He'd seem to stand still for a few moments, trying to see if he notices any other patterns. Clearly not sure what he's doing.

    Zoey walks back to her car, and on the way, picks up a news paper. And start reading it a bit in her car. Nor driving anywhere right now.
    As she looks up and to the side, she'd see an old style Cadillac riding past her, slowly. As if the driver was inspecting the crime scene.
    She'd write down the license plate with a pen in the paper she was reading, and leaves the paper in the passenger seat.

    As she then starts the car, and follows the Cadillac.

    (( Hope you don't mind @Rocco:P I tried to keep it open ended. And work of what information you had already established. ))

    Love it, keep it up

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  2.  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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  3. 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.


  4. 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."

     


  5. 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


  6. 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


  7. 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


  8. 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.


  9. 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?


  10. 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.


  11. 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.


  12. 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?


  13. 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? 


  14. 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 


  15. 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* 


  16. 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 


  17. 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.


  18. "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."

     


  19. 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?"

     


  20. 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?