[CENTER][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/520041678032207887/971260564309430322/Vigilante_Banner.jpg[/img][/CENTER][COLOR=00aeef][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=ed1c24][I]Bludhaven Police Department Headquarters [/I] - [I]Bludhaven[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Take Me Out #1.03:[/b] [COLOR=ed1c24][I]I’m Just a Crosshair[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=00aeef][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=ed1c24][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5359836][COLOR=ed1c24][I]So If You're Lonely[/I][/COLOR][/URL][/right][/SUP][/color]
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Adrian Chase sighed as he leaned back in his chair.  Four hours of interrogation produced nothing. He turned his wrist to take a look at his watch.

11:28 am.

Flores opened the door to the observation room as Luciano "Lucky" Coronetti sat back with a smug grin on his face. He was harder to crack than expected. No matter the criminal threat or lead was yielding anything, and it was clear Agent Flores was just as frustrated as Chase. He looked down at the various notes he had sprawled out before him. Nothing was working. Lucky knew he was busted, but worst case he was in jail for a couple years maximum before getting out. Rumor was Scarapelli had connections to some of the guards at Blackgate, and they could easily keep Lucky safe while Tony Scarapelli got to walk free.

Flores must have been thinking the same thing, as she muttered towards Chase. [color=fff79a]"Do we have anything else we can try to pull on this guy? He hasn't even asked for his lawyer yet."[/color]

Adrian shook his head. [color=00aeef]"He's cocky, and his lawyer is most likely one of Scarapelli's. He's not calling his lawyer because his lawyer is down at the court house getting ready for the Bond hearing. Once Scarapelli's out, Lucky's going to lawyer up quick and that lawyer will freeze you out real quick."[/color]

Agent Flores grabbed her now lukewarm cup of coffee and took a sip. Her gaze was focused on Lucky on the other side of the one-way mirror, who almost seemed to be staring back in mock amusement. [color=fff79a]"Then what if we tackle someone close to him? Someone not under Scarapelli's protection?"[/color]

Adrian gave a half-hearted shrug. [color=00aeef]"That would be a great idea if he wasn't a cold blooded bastard with no friends or family outside of the gang. I mean, the only thing he does when he's 'off the clock' is go to that..."[/color] Adrian's eyes grew wide as he quickly sat up in his chair, leaving his sentence dangling in the air as he flipped through files and notes. One of the interns had prepped a sheet of contacts based on FBI surveillance data. And from warrants for phone records, there was only one person that Lucky contacted with any frequency. Adrian grabbed the list, and thumbed through a small  pile of envelopes until he got the right one. [color=00aeef]"Kandy. That's our best ticket."[/color]

Flores raised an eyebrow as she took another sip, plucking the envelope from Adrian's hands. [color=fff79a]"Kandy?"[/color]

Adrian nodded, motioning towards the envelope with his hand. [color=00aeef]"Kandace Gomez, a foreign exchange sutdent from Brazil. She's one of the dancers at the Narrow's Nest."[/color]

Flores opened the envelope and flipped through the printed pictures, which all had time stamps printed in the bottom right corner. Sure enough, pictures dating back to the start of the investigation. The pictures showed them both exiting the club together a few times, with the more recent pictures showing them exiting an apartment building. [color=fff79a]"Alright... and how exactly do I press him?"[/color]

Adrian got up from his seat, grabbing the pictures and another manilla envelope as he walked towards the door. [color=00aeef]"I'll do it. Make a deal with him directly now. I'll give him whatever he wants if he's willing to flip on Scarapelli."[/color]

Flores tilted her head in shock, not having time to react as Adrian exited the observation room and quickly opened the door to the interrogation room. Lucky turned his gaze towards Adrian as the latter entered the room. [color=gray]"Well well, long time no see, Mista District Attorney."[/color]

Adrian crossed the room and quietly sat down on the metal chair across from the career criminal. [color=00aeef]"I hope I didn't frighten you too much last night, Mr. Coronetti. But if I'm entirely honest, I couldn't care less about your little attempt at intimidation last night."[/color]

Lucky raised an eyebrow and chuckled to himself, his words dripping like sweet venom. [color=gray]"Then why dont you cut to the chase, Mister Chase."[/color]

Adrian shrugged and set down the folder before fanning out the pictures of Kandace and Lucky on the table. [color=00aeef]"I came to make a deal, Lucky. And not just for your sake."[/color]

Lucky's eyes widened as he saw the pictures, and Adrian smiled. The District Attorney learned years ago how to recognize weakness under interrogation. The gap in the armor was clear. Now it was the time to push his luck. [color=00aeef]"Let's be perfectly frank, Mr. Coronetti. I don't care about your little shake up last night, or if your intentions were to stick a knife between my ribs and leave me to die. And you don't care about going away for what you did last night. You would get, what, a few years? With good behavior, which is likely because we both know Scarapelli's got friends to watch your back in Blackgate, you would be out in 3. Sure, you would miss your girl Kandy, but you're thinking that she'll be waiting for you when you get out."[/color]

Lucky sat up in his chair, leaning in towards Adrian with a scowl on his face. His cheeks and neck were turning red. [color=gray]"I don't know what tale you've got spinning in your head, lawyer-man."[/color]

Adrian's smile grew a little wider as he leaned in, getting a little closer to Lucky. All the lawyer needed to do was go in for the kill. [color=00aeef]"Kandy overstayed her visa, Mr. Coronetti. One call to the right department, and they're going to raid your place."[/color] Lucky's face went almost ghostly white, and Chase had to stifle his excitement. Lucky bought the bluff. [color=00aeef]"Agent Flores will make a call, goes along on that raid. Takes a look around your apartment. Maybe she finds something, maybe she doesn't."[/color]

Lucky readjusted himself in his seat, leaning against the table and speaking a little softer. [color=gray]"Doesn't matter if she finds anything, you'd need a warrant for anything on Scarapelli."[/color]

There it was: a slip-up. Not an admission for working with Scarapelli, but a sign that the cracks were spreading in Lucky's defenses. Adrian leaned back slightly, nodding to Lucky's response.[color=00aeef]"You're right, anything we found wouldn't be admissible regardless. But do you know what Scarapelli would do in response to that?"[/color] Adrian paused for effect, and Lucky looked up towards the one way mirror at his own reflection. [color=00aeef]"Any protection you have is gone, Mr. Coronetti. Your apartment goes up in smoke, wiping any evidence before we can get a new warrant. Kandy goes back home, cartels finally catch up to her when she's back. Best case, she gets a bullet in the back of her head like the rest of her family. Worst case... well, I'm sure you can imagine."[/color]

Lucky clenched his jaw, and Adrian saw the muscles in the mobster's face tighten. Within just a couple minutes, the District Attorney had the career criminal fighting back rage and tears. just one final push. [color=00aeef]"But you won't get the chance to find out what happens to her, Lucky... because Scarapelli's not going to let you live. Your friend in the other room doesn't have any connections to this world. But you? You have Kandy. And when Kandy's gone, Scarapelli is gonna be worried that you're second-guessing your decision to protect him. And so, one night, your cell door is going to open and some men are going to pay you a visit, grab your bedsheets, wrap them around your neck, and hoist you up on the bars until the world goes black. Meanwhile Scarapelli sleeps like a babe in some villa near Naples and replaces you the following week. Because I think you and I both know that if Scarapelli posts bail, he's in the wind."[/color]

Luciano Coronetti's eyes turned down to the table, hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. The thought never occured to the mobster that he could be betrayed. That little idea was all Chase needed. The District Attorney got up from his seat, scooping up his notes and documents. [color=00aeef]"So tell me, Mr. Coronetti... does that sound fair to you? Or do you want to do something about that chain of events."[/color]

[color=gray]"What... What do you need from me?"[/color]