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Prophet


The woman swayed seductively before biting her lip and responding to Alek without missing a beat. "I'm hot for you, handsome. I bring word from a friend of yours. He has two gifts: First, you are invited to meet at a club, 316. Here is a VIP pass. Just tell them your name, Cutie, and the world will open it's legs to you." Giggling at her own small joke, the woman shifted her weight, emphasizing her curves despite the cold. "I don't know who you are, but you must have done something right. We're having a get-together tonight. The passes are for this evening. And for the second gift, she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess he wants you to have something to do until tonight." She smiled, showing hands free of weaponry but eager to touch. Stepping forward, she hungrily leaned in for what would be their first kiss. Provided he did not refuse, her would stick to his body like glue, sliding, exploring with the finesse of a pro.




Prophet looked at Jazz indifferently as she spoke. His fingers drummed on the top of the marble desk as she explained. The morning had been full of this, meeting and explaining, talking. He was getting tired of it honestly, but rather than ending it, he focused on his plans. Things were moving, shifting, and he wasn't big enough to pretend he didn't have to pay attention. If he didn't make some moves soon, he'd be squashed like a goddamn bug. But movement in this world...

"Adam Rotten called. They want to make a deal. Maybe you in the open ain't such a good idea, baby." She was wearing a blue skirt, some flats, and her hair was pulled back in a bun. Very severe, very businesslike. It was the closest she ever got to being sexy in his eyes. Of course, he'd never tell her that..

"Pass me the phone. Best not let him marinate too long. Three facts about the man. Now." It didn't really matter what she said, but what was important was that she get him in the mindset of talking to another boss. While he dialed, she rattled a few things off.

"He's better than most at keeping his shit discreet. The Rotten, that's one thing- they're so hot it's damn laughable. But his movements.. Adams.. that's another story. He's smarter than he looks, and more devious too. And he's got some of the residential on lock. Rotten territory- they love him, they hate him. But they respect him. That's all this motherfucker cares about."

"Enough. Good work. Take the night off. Alek should be on his way to the club, and I need you to reach out to The Knives. I know they don't like what we do now.. since they've changed and all.. so you go business like. Show her the other side of what we do. Feel her out. Tell her we need some insurance our secrets and our moves don't get leaked. In the process, find out what she's up to. It's time to collect some more pieces." The line clicked and he began talking. "Rotten. Prophet. I'll hold."
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The Boss





Vitanza Family meeting hall, 9:00

Lance sat, frowning. On his desk was a newspaper, he was kind of looking at it, but mostly thinking. Around the desk sat the Vitanza retainers, members of other less successful mafia families. On the other end of the table sat Don Ramoni, the leader of most powerful family in Vitanza's clutches, he was a thin man, bald and old, he shaved his head and his face, so he was near smooth skinned, but his wrinkles ruined that effect. Waiting for Lance to speak, Ramoni crossed his arms, frowning out of boredom.

Lance slowly placed his hand on the table in front of him, creating a soft patting noise. He sighed, and then spoke. "Well, the other families seem to be very interested in the recent bank robbery." The bosses around the table remained silent, with one coughing awkwardly. Lance put a finger on his temple and lent back. "Luckily for us, we aren't interested in that." Lance sniffed and rubbed under his nose. "And I have a power play of my own to make." Ramoni smirked, covering his smile with his hand, he still looked smug, as usual. "Now, I've spoken with Don Ramoni, and our war against the Telloni family will be won within a fortnight, if that's the case, we will control the east coast of our portion of the docks fully and completely. So, I propose that we make a movement towards the Conduit's territory, into the industrial district on the west coast, then we send them an ultimatum, turn a blind eye, and allow us the rest of the unclaimed area of the docks. And if he denies it..." Lance smiled psychotically, as did Ramoni. "He will answer to me, mano a mano." Lance laughed loudly, a father's laugh, almost nurturing, but ruined by the man who let it out. "I'd love to see him fight, probably break a nail punching me." A nervous laugh went around the table. Lance smiled, turning to the Underboss to his left, Gregory Pollona, a fat wimp, he was fiddling with his fingers and looked incredibly nervous. Pollona gave a nervous smile back, so he wouldn't be arguing, good. Lance turned back to the table, clearing his throat, his facial expression turned sour. "Is it settled?" The retainers yelled out their agreement.

Lance nodded. "It's settled, La morte ai nostri nemici." The retainers replied with the same phrase, and the meeting was done, sliding chairs and exhales followed as the others left the room. Remaining alone was Lance, playing with a pen and smiling.
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Aleksandr




Alek took the club pass and looked it over carefully. 316, huh? Well, whomever this guy was, he noticed the hit on the Bank of Vale. It was an in. To what, exactly, Alek had no idea. Still, an attractive lady offering him a pass to a nightclub? Nice.

Listening to her some more, while unabashedly following her curves with his eyes, he finally made up his opinion on the situation. Clever, attractive, and there for him specifically? He was sold, and although he wasn't going to get taken in, like some blind fool, he was going to enjoy himself. Letting her kiss him, and do whatever else, he still stayed aware of the situation. He stayed wary.




When they were done, he went into the street, and called a taxi. Opening the door for her, he entered, and, staring at her, even now, said, "So who is your boss? I would like to know what to expect from a guy who sent such a... practiced individual."

Despite the answer, he would continue to talk to her, and appreciate the view. When they arrived at the nightclub, he would get out, and open her door as well. The gesture might be wasted on such a woman, he thought, but there was no need to be impolite. When they entered the nightclub, he felt the music pulse through him, reverberating through his lungs and making his heart beat faster. This place was... alive.

Glancing around, he failed to see any obvious signs of the VIP suite, so he held out his hand to the woman, and said, "Lead the way. I can't find your boss on my own, by the way." Almost as an afterthought, he said, looking at the woman, "And what's your name? I didn't quite catch it at first."

Pushing a coked-up raver to the side, he followed the woman to her elusive 'boss'.
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The Conduit//// Violetta




Violetta hummed softly making her way towards the park, opting to drive instead of walk to the agreed meeting spot, a show of sorts not like the walk would’ve tired the young girl out in the slightest. A pencil tucked behind her ear and a pad of paper in the inside pocket of her jacket both in easy reach in case anything went array; not that she thought she had a chance against the Conduit if he decided to end her then and there but perhaps she could slip away and live to at least lick her wounds so to speak. The brunette cruised through traffic drumming lightly on the steering wheel in time with the soft smooth jazz echoing out of the cars speakers, she had a soft spot for the music, often finding her way downtown at nights to listen to the players as they poured their souls out into songs while passersby rummage for loose change and crumbled bills in exchange. It also helped the girl steel her nerves as she drew closer to the time and place, as much as she joked with her lieutenants before leaving her stomach was like a cold iron ball twisted and weighing down the pit of her stomach, a slight gulp and a shaky breath rattled through the car as she thought about how foolish and dangerous what she was about to do was.

There was no lying that the Conduit wasn’t an attractive man, even for one as distasted with men as Viole. His striking stature and features sat well in contrast with the bright surroundings, his dark black suit clashing with the white painted wooden bench, soft pearls of children’s laughter filling the air as parents watched on. It was a popular well crowded place; one Viole knew well, she was surprised when he had agreed to her meeting place as long as he could pick the time. She approached from behind easily weaving her way through the throng of children as they ran playing tag or some other novelty child’s game. A soft wisp of envy flickering through her before being banished now was not the time to bemoan her lost childhood, she was here on business no matter how casual and nonchalant the atmosphere and conversation might be. Steeling herself once more taking a calming breath she slide into the bench leaving space between the two of them as she stole a side glance leaning forward slightly to rest her elbows on her knees, embodying a rather relaxed manner yet in truth it would give her swift mobility if she needed to run.

”Jim, right?”

Her tone was pleasant if a little superficial, a bright smile painted on her face, she studied him curiously noting his relaxed yet businesslike manner as if all of this was in a day’s work, a trifle of a matter but he bore it with the upmost attention. She found it intriguing if nothing else, perhaps she would listen to what the man had summoned her for after all, relaxing her posture ever so slightly still wary.

”That’s right. You would be Malikane’s successor, would you not?”

His reply was just as short as her greeting and it would seem he wasn’t even bothered to learn of her name. Viole pursed her lips at the slight before smiling again, a tingle running down her spine from the sparks emitting around him in loose pulses and tendrils of electricity. It was something else to experience them; it was a lot more impressive than just watching afar. In a sense the younger woman understood just how much damage he could actually do before she had the chance to run, but being the stubborn woman she is Viole smirked slightly leaning back lounging almost in defiance of the rigid structure of his posture before answering.

”The name’s Violetta, though most call me Viole, pleasure’s mine. That was a rather impressive display you made the other night when Sabre was attacked. He wouldn’t have lasted if you hadn’t intervened. “

The smirk had carried through to her voice, a slight tinge of smugness that she doubted he would have missed. She sulked inwardly as he ignored it nodding once as if confirming information he already possessed, a slight tilt of the head and a crackle of electricity amplified his demeanor as she watched him pause before speaking again.

”Good, so you saw my demonstration, did you. Then I don’t have to explain the type of protection I can enact to keep you and your Knives safe. I’m offering a simple arrangement. Become part of the Wire and that protection is yours.”

An arch of an eyebrow and a slight look of disbelief contorted Viole’s face for a second before a blank face slide into place. Inside she seethed at the idea of letting some else control her again, for a brief moment she enjoyed the dangerously tempting thought of telling the man to take his offer and shove it somewhere rather explicit but she couldn’t afford that type of reaction, besides the way he offered it seemed so sure of himself as if he expected her to take the deal and he would be on with his day another territory added to his collection. She breathed once before shoving those dark feelings of animosity deep down mimicking his head tilt from earlier before offering a counter offer.

”While that is a generous offer, Ser. I think it best if I decline, though I do not wish to be on your bad side, I have little desire to dance in the palm of your hand like a puppet. I am more than open to having a partnership with you, but I will keep what is mine, I think.”

Her soft Russian accent decorated the words that slide out in reply as she bowed her head slightly, offering a rare genuine smile keeping back any signs of the anger and curiosity swirling inside her mind. For a moment, though perhaps she imagined she saw a similar look of disbelief and amusement flickering across his face before returning back to its stoic façade. He seemed to straighten slightly and actually look at her, as if bothering to examine just was he was dealing with. Viole’s appearance and stature gave little to the sharp mind and depth of her thoughts; she kept that side of her well-hidden until it needed to rear its head like a snake for the strike. Her eyebrow cocked once more as a small chuckle escaped the man, before he opened his mouth to speak once more almost grinning as if baring fangs of his own.

”I see, l see. And what is it you could offer that I would find remotely useful. What could I benefit if I agreed to this arrangement of yours, hmm?”

Again that mocking tone riled her hackles as she kept from glaring at the man, while most men set her on edge this one bother her more, perhaps it was because he had a pretty face hiding a calculating mind like herself. It wasn’t like she didn’t expect a rebuttal along these lines; it was the way he said it that pissed the smaller woman off.

”I know who attacked Sabre, but more importantly I know why.”

She smirked again at the small victory as she gained his attention watching the gears turn in his head as he mulled over the information she just feed him a morsel off. It was a slight exaggeration; she knew why but was still working out the why. Her earlier endeavors to find this illusive man had been meet with more dead ends and false trails, she was wondering it if wasn’t just an elaborate goose chase the City Council hadn’t concocted to keep the gangs busy as they reestablished dominance and presence in the city. Either way she had set plans in motion to find out, but that was for later thought for now she focused on the man in front of her, still feeling the tingling of electricity as it danced across her exposed skin.

”Well that is….interesting. Heh, you are an peculiar one Violetta. May I think over it?”

She smirked again at the small victory as she gained his attention watching the gears turn in his head as he mulled over the information she just feed him a morsel off. It was a slight exaggeration; she knew why but was still working out the why. Her earlier endeavors to find this illusive man had been meet with more dead ends and false trails, she was wondering it if wasn’t just an elaborate goose chase the City Council hadn’t concocted to keep the gangs busy as they reestablished dominance and presence in the city. Either way she had set plans in motion to find out, but that was for later thought for now she focused on the man in front of her, still feeling the tingling of electricity as it danced across her exposed skin.

”Well that is….interesting. Heh, you are an peculiar one Violetta. May I think over it?”

She blinked slightly at the cordial response, fully expecting another reply full of smugness and mock. She nodded once in agreement, taking it as an exit queue. She rose to her feet, but the man raised his hand, a much more curious look on his face. He spoke again.

"I don't suppose you could...aquire...something for me? I would of course be willing to pay, it's not such an object that would be worth territory or anything like that."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this sudden shift in the mood. His face had turned more wolfish, almost hungry, and the electrical sparks popped and fizzed with more fever now. He paused and looked out over the children. After a minute, he turned back to the girl.

"Up to the Northeast, there's an Island off the coast of the Farmland. Its official name is Marshall Island Prison, but most inmates call it The Brig. Somewhere underneath the prison itself, probably connected to the sewage tunnels, there should be a rock or projection marked with an odd symbol."

He reached into his pocket, and she tensed up, cautious of his actions. Instead, he drew out a sheet of paper, with an odd, angular symbol drawn on it with what looked like charcoal. A square atop two reflected lightning-bolt-esque lines, which met at the bottom. He continued.

"Use your ability on this symbol, I'm sure you'll figure out how. It will trigger an opening in something nearby. I need you to go into this opening, and collect a shard of pottery for me, it will have similar symbols on it. Be careful, the room will probably be trapped, though it's never been anything deadly, just the door sealing quickly or something that would smash the pottery, which I can't have happening. I'd do this myself, but that would require me to assault the prison. I figure somebody of your...talents could accomplish this easier. As mentioned, I will pay a large price for this object."

She considered his offer. It would be dangerous, but it would put her on his good side, and she'd get a hefty pay from it. She gave another false smile, and looked up at him. She was surprised to see something in his eyes. Not the wicked glint that had been there, but something more...human.

"Fine, I'll look for your shard or whatever, but I do expect something useful in return."

The man nodded curtly, suddenly the rigid businessman again.

"Excellent. Don't contact me about this part of our deal unless you have the shard, or you destroy it. I will reach out to you when I decide on our other arrangement. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

He stuck out his hand, and she took it, a faint jolt running through her body. She then excused herself with an air of confidence of her own turning her back on the man making her way back towards the parking lot and the sleek car that gleamed lightly in the setting sun. She would have a lot to write tonight if little else, a turn of the key and a rev of an engine and the car shoot out of the parking lot cruising its way back towards the highway and the city that never sleeps.

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Scarlet




As Scarlet ran through the city, she noticed a few men working around the Industrial District. Based on how they operated, she determined they must be part of a gang. They dressed similarly. Bingo, she found her in.

She turned herself invisible and snuck her way over towards a few of the men there. Apart from some colorful conversation about what one of them will be doing to his girl later, they didn't speak much about who they worked for. They began walking down the block and she kept pace.

She didn't like where this put her. Here we was, a thief, and a damn good one at that, and she was tailing some street thug to find out who their boss was so she could "persuade" him or her to help find the person behind the hit on the bank.

They neared the Evanston Metal Recycling plant and it hit her how obvious it was that some gang crime boss would be operating out of a recycling plant. She left the group and walked her way over towards the building. She became visible again and stepped inside.

It was a recycling plant, for sure. She didn't get much of a sense of a gang hideout here, until she got further in.
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