Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
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Fodor intolerably lay on a decrepit, worn-out stained sofa, the hideous scheme of viridian green contrast a navy blue tracksuit with white dva poloski (two stripes) sleeves. In a recumbent, reposed manner Fodor nonchalantly leisured a battered, silver flask to his dehydrated lips, savouring the alcoholic beverage with appreciative reverence. His drowsy eyes closed to a weary slumber, then promptly succumb to such, laying passed out, sprawled upon the sofa in his shithole of a dwelling.
There were multiple, some shattered, bottles of vodka or of other substances amidst a litter of rubbish, forming a repulsive array of trash. The curtains lay in dilapidation, some stained and others torn, the wallpaper was peeling off, revealing the horrid structure of bricks concealed for so many years. A TV from another era was situate upon a splintered drawer, serving no other purpose. There was a cigarette tray, embers would still smolder in the ashen presentation, the appalling condition of the apartment matched with every constituent - it was a dystopian squat.
Fodor would not wake till morning.
[waiting to get contacted ,still for hire]
There were multiple, some shattered, bottles of vodka or of other substances amidst a litter of rubbish, forming a repulsive array of trash. The curtains lay in dilapidation, some stained and others torn, the wallpaper was peeling off, revealing the horrid structure of bricks concealed for so many years. A TV from another era was situate upon a splintered drawer, serving no other purpose. There was a cigarette tray, embers would still smolder in the ashen presentation, the appalling condition of the apartment matched with every constituent - it was a dystopian squat.
Fodor would not wake till morning.
[waiting to get contacted ,still for hire]
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High Moon
Relic of a Bygone Age
White Matt was waiting for his next contract while enjoying a rather well prepared steak,well atleast compared to what the other customers got.in his usual hide-out,an old Dinner at the sideline of the main street of Downtown district.he wore his trademark outfit of a white fedora and suit with black stripes but the local patrons of the dinner knew better than to comment on it.
''Do you need refreshment of coffe sir?'' asked a woman,yet she was devoid of her usual attitude and seemed rather fearfull.''No my dear not this time,I'm sure my next client will be here soon'' he said throwing a glance at her under the fedora.''They always come around this time.'' he added as he finished the last piece of the meat.
''Do you need refreshment of coffe sir?'' asked a woman,yet she was devoid of her usual attitude and seemed rather fearfull.''No my dear not this time,I'm sure my next client will be here soon'' he said throwing a glance at her under the fedora.''They always come around this time.'' he added as he finished the last piece of the meat.
Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
Kord sat in his 'office', if you can even call it that, smoking a I'm uncultured. He turned his chair to look over at his wall, where a bulletin board hung, on it was a map of the city. He got from his chair, finished the last few puffs of his cig, and and put it on his tray. He walked over to the map. He looked at the clock that hung over the doorway, then back at the map. Now's the time. He told himself. He walked out into the main room where most of his 'associates' were.
A hush fell over the room as he walked in. "Alright gentlemen, now is the time. It seems the city has forgotten who we are, and now it's time to remind them." he said. A few shouted "Damn Right!" in response. "Alright, that's what I like to hear. Now, gentlemen, follow me, we're going on a little field trip." Kord walked out of the room and the rest followed, all of them totaled to 12 men. They all got into black cars, 3 of them. 1 car exited the garage and the other two followed in a line.
A few minutes later, they all pulled up in front of a jewelry store in the Business District. They all got out of their cars and walked in. They all pulled out their weapons, Colt 1911's. Kord fired one round in the air and the rest shot the guards on duty. A few screams of terror were heard. "Ladies and gentlemen! Do not move or you will be shot!" Kord shouted. He turned to his men. "Alright boys, empty the store." 3 men stood guard at the entrance while the rest began to fill their bags with jewelry, except for one guy, who was spray painting a black crescent moon onto one of the walls, the logo of Midnight Mob. "Boss! The cops are here!" said one of the men. "Already?! Ah hell, gentlemen, get ready to shoot." As soon as the cops arrived, the mob shot at them.
"Alright men! That's enough, let's get out of here!" Kord yelled after they killed the immediate responders. They all got in their cars and sped away back to the hideout. The news of the heist would soon reach the news channels.
A hush fell over the room as he walked in. "Alright gentlemen, now is the time. It seems the city has forgotten who we are, and now it's time to remind them." he said. A few shouted "Damn Right!" in response. "Alright, that's what I like to hear. Now, gentlemen, follow me, we're going on a little field trip." Kord walked out of the room and the rest followed, all of them totaled to 12 men. They all got into black cars, 3 of them. 1 car exited the garage and the other two followed in a line.
A few minutes later, they all pulled up in front of a jewelry store in the Business District. They all got out of their cars and walked in. They all pulled out their weapons, Colt 1911's. Kord fired one round in the air and the rest shot the guards on duty. A few screams of terror were heard. "Ladies and gentlemen! Do not move or you will be shot!" Kord shouted. He turned to his men. "Alright boys, empty the store." 3 men stood guard at the entrance while the rest began to fill their bags with jewelry, except for one guy, who was spray painting a black crescent moon onto one of the walls, the logo of Midnight Mob. "Boss! The cops are here!" said one of the men. "Already?! Ah hell, gentlemen, get ready to shoot." As soon as the cops arrived, the mob shot at them.
"Alright men! That's enough, let's get out of here!" Kord yelled after they killed the immediate responders. They all got in their cars and sped away back to the hideout. The news of the heist would soon reach the news channels.
Fodor was jarred awake instanter, as he straggled forth and floundered his hand was already firmly grasped upon the harsh metal of his Makarov. The shots from nearby resonate tremendously, reverberating amongst the buildings and rolling into the street. There was a terrified stampede, people howling with caterwauls and clamorous yells.
"Fucking Americans," Fodor thought to himself.
He tucked away his Makarov, concealing it beyond the obscurity of his tracksuit jacket, then kneading his eyes in irritation, casting away his grogginess. His head spun with a splitting headache, the undeniable conclusion of a hangover. He ambled toward the kitchen, scaling maybe a few steps, then ran the tap, cupping his hands beneath to accumulate the water. Fodor splashed the invigorating douse over his face, exhilarating him from any weariness and then took a few sips for himself. His chain hung around his neck like a suspended rope, swaying with a slight rattle as moistened droplets of water saturate the 'gold'-link.
Fodor traversed back, scouring the mess and swabbing anything left over beneath the sofa. Then he was out.
Yet as he stepped from his not-so-humble abode, there was a litter of letters.
"Fuck's sake," he swore with a guttural annoyance under his breath, squatting to retrieve the pile. In his half-finger gloved hands he browsed through each variation, one a simple, plain white, another beige and the final being red. They were notices of eviction. Fodor tossed them aside.
"I cannot be dealing with this shit right now."
Whilst trampling down the steps, clutching the keys to his Fiat 125 P (a jalopy by now), there was a distinct smell of piss that stung his nostrils, a musty, revolting smell of mold also. The lobby was no better. In his hungover stupor, Fodor rambled out the door and wandered to the pavement, eventually reaching his Fiat. Once inside, he salvaged his Nokia with some strain.
Then he waited...
[waiting for a call from any mafia//person wanting to hire ,,on standby
"Fucking Americans," Fodor thought to himself.
He tucked away his Makarov, concealing it beyond the obscurity of his tracksuit jacket, then kneading his eyes in irritation, casting away his grogginess. His head spun with a splitting headache, the undeniable conclusion of a hangover. He ambled toward the kitchen, scaling maybe a few steps, then ran the tap, cupping his hands beneath to accumulate the water. Fodor splashed the invigorating douse over his face, exhilarating him from any weariness and then took a few sips for himself. His chain hung around his neck like a suspended rope, swaying with a slight rattle as moistened droplets of water saturate the 'gold'-link.
Fodor traversed back, scouring the mess and swabbing anything left over beneath the sofa. Then he was out.
Yet as he stepped from his not-so-humble abode, there was a litter of letters.
"Fuck's sake," he swore with a guttural annoyance under his breath, squatting to retrieve the pile. In his half-finger gloved hands he browsed through each variation, one a simple, plain white, another beige and the final being red. They were notices of eviction. Fodor tossed them aside.
"I cannot be dealing with this shit right now."
Whilst trampling down the steps, clutching the keys to his Fiat 125 P (a jalopy by now), there was a distinct smell of piss that stung his nostrils, a musty, revolting smell of mold also. The lobby was no better. In his hungover stupor, Fodor rambled out the door and wandered to the pavement, eventually reaching his Fiat. Once inside, he salvaged his Nokia with some strain.
Then he waited...
[waiting for a call from any mafia//person wanting to hire ,,on standby
Psychopath
Local Baka
Heather was sitting ontop of what she assumed to be some sort of casino but she wasn't paying too much attention to it. She lowered her head slightly and let out a small puff of air into the night sky before raising her gun and leaning it on the edge of the building. She aimed to where her target was standing and took a deep breath before getting ready to pull the trigger. Out of no where he got a worried look on his face, as if he knew something was up and went running off. "Shit..." She muttered from under her breath and lowered her rifle only to see three black cars driving down the road twoards a jewelry store. She growled through her teeth and stood up, quickly making her way down in an attempt to run into them but it was to late, they where already gone and the police starting to line up infront of the store. She shook her head, jumped in her car, and drove off. "Fucking Mob..." She mumbled in anger as she returned to her penthouse suite.
It was a little much to call it a pent house, it was literally just a tent set up ontop of a hotel. A tent, because it would be easier for her to move around. Yes, she did have a house but what was the fun in that. She pulled out her laptop and emailed her source that the target had gotten away thanks to some 'bad ass' group robbing a jewelry store.
((Open for hire/interaction))
It was a little much to call it a pent house, it was literally just a tent set up ontop of a hotel. A tent, because it would be easier for her to move around. Yes, she did have a house but what was the fun in that. She pulled out her laptop and emailed her source that the target had gotten away thanks to some 'bad ass' group robbing a jewelry store.
((Open for hire/interaction))
LoneSniper87
Dirtyhands
Logan had heard the shots off in the distance, then themsirens and more gunfire proceeding, he quickly geared up, readying and holstering his M9, running out the building toward the gunshots, satching three black cars blast past him, he quickly unholsters his M9 and fires to quick shots into the trailing cars back windshield, the bullets streaking through the air as him on fire. He runs into the alleys and trys to trail it through the streets. He holsters the M9 once again, his hand staying on it.
He followed them somewhat effectivley to where they were camped out, losing and regaining them several times. He waited outside the building in a nearby alley, keeping watch for a chance to get in. "Midnight Mob... Definately" he said quietly to himself.
He followed them somewhat effectivley to where they were camped out, losing and regaining them several times. He waited outside the building in a nearby alley, keeping watch for a chance to get in. "Midnight Mob... Definately" he said quietly to himself.
Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
The away team had gotten back to the hideout, where the rest of the Mob was waiting. "Alright gentlemen, good job on that hit!" Kord said to his associates. "I need 4 of you to fence the jewelry, any volunteers?" Almost immediately some one said, "You got it boss." and 4 men walked outside, got into a car, and drove off. "As for the rest of you, take the night off, hell, maybe I'll join you. You guys done a good job on that hit." The group then dispursed, some staying in their basement hideout and some going up to the casino to have some fun, Kord included.
Kord sat at a blackjack table, along with 3 of his associates. While playing, they were whispering among themselves, as for not the dealer to hear them. Kord's associates discussed what their next move should be while Kord himself just listened.
Kord sat at a blackjack table, along with 3 of his associates. While playing, they were whispering among themselves, as for not the dealer to hear them. Kord's associates discussed what their next move should be while Kord himself just listened.
GhastlySquash
Two Thousand Club
@Agent141
The news reports were clear. Three black cars meant that the Mob was back. Even now, Elaine had to hold back her excitement. Finally, some crime was coming back and that meant it was her time to shine.
Grabbing her executioner's cowl, Elaine grinned. Her hand delicately swept through the collection of knives, cleavers, hatchets, all tools of the trade. She'd been cooped up at the station handling the regular jumpers, homicides, and occasional heart attacks. Now, at last, she'd get some fun her way.
Packing her kit into her tiny compact, she drove off, passing the casino. She was looking for a black car, assuming they split up. She probably wouldn't take all four of them. With one careful pat down, she checked to see if the vest would keep her safe. Probably not, but she only needed to look for one spare guy.
She continued to look out for any signs of the Mob, or anyone shady for that matter.
The news reports were clear. Three black cars meant that the Mob was back. Even now, Elaine had to hold back her excitement. Finally, some crime was coming back and that meant it was her time to shine.
Grabbing her executioner's cowl, Elaine grinned. Her hand delicately swept through the collection of knives, cleavers, hatchets, all tools of the trade. She'd been cooped up at the station handling the regular jumpers, homicides, and occasional heart attacks. Now, at last, she'd get some fun her way.
Packing her kit into her tiny compact, she drove off, passing the casino. She was looking for a black car, assuming they split up. She probably wouldn't take all four of them. With one careful pat down, she checked to see if the vest would keep her safe. Probably not, but she only needed to look for one spare guy.
She continued to look out for any signs of the Mob, or anyone shady for that matter.
Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
@Agent141
Charlize scanned the perimeter from afar in her truck. Of course, she was aware that there would be cops and onlookers outside but that wasn't important to her at the time. She turned the bloods in the car and gestured that she was making her way out. One of the members stepped out of the vehicle and helped her out of the car. She already had men in the casino before hand just in case things got messy however she didn't intend to cause any trouble tonight.
She was in a short black dress and obviously more glamed up than usual. The two bosses have never met before, only knowing each other by the news nd rumors they heard so she wanted to leave a good impression. She walked into the casino. It was a fancy one at that, the room seemed to dazzle by its chandelier hanging from above. However she didn't come to bask, she came for him. Kord, the man of the hour. By his position, she could tell that he was satisfied, confident. The people beside him must be his 'associates' since they hurdles around each other and seemed to be giggling at their own plots. Pathetic, however that is how the mob works.
People around her began to grow either silent or into a soft whisper about her presence. When she reached the blackjack table, she placed her hand on the table and gave a false smile. "Mind if I join boys?" She asked as she said down beside them. She tapped the table as cards were handed to her by the dealer.
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Francis stared at the old apartment. He was shocked that Sinclair wanted him to go here but he didn't her judgement. He stepped inside and followed the address from the text he was given. He was used to the stares that he was always given due to his tattoos and ignored them. He knocked on the door and waited for the man to answer.
@srebrenica
Charlize scanned the perimeter from afar in her truck. Of course, she was aware that there would be cops and onlookers outside but that wasn't important to her at the time. She turned the bloods in the car and gestured that she was making her way out. One of the members stepped out of the vehicle and helped her out of the car. She already had men in the casino before hand just in case things got messy however she didn't intend to cause any trouble tonight.
She was in a short black dress and obviously more glamed up than usual. The two bosses have never met before, only knowing each other by the news nd rumors they heard so she wanted to leave a good impression. She walked into the casino. It was a fancy one at that, the room seemed to dazzle by its chandelier hanging from above. However she didn't come to bask, she came for him. Kord, the man of the hour. By his position, she could tell that he was satisfied, confident. The people beside him must be his 'associates' since they hurdles around each other and seemed to be giggling at their own plots. Pathetic, however that is how the mob works.
People around her began to grow either silent or into a soft whisper about her presence. When she reached the blackjack table, she placed her hand on the table and gave a false smile. "Mind if I join boys?" She asked as she said down beside them. She tapped the table as cards were handed to her by the dealer.
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Francis stared at the old apartment. He was shocked that Sinclair wanted him to go here but he didn't her judgement. He stepped inside and followed the address from the text he was given. He was used to the stares that he was always given due to his tattoos and ignored them. He knocked on the door and waited for the man to answer.
@srebrenica
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Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
Kord looked on as a woman joined in on the game. She said something about his work. Kord could only assume she talking about the robbery. His associates kept whispering. Kord took the cig out of his mouth and looked at her. "Do I know you?"
@Robyn Banks
@Robyn Banks
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Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
@Agent141
She only smirked. "No, I'm just a girl that enjoys the ways of crime." She looked out her cards and played a face card. Blackjack was simply a game of strategy, something that she simply had. She didn't make eye contact with the men beside her and instead kept her eyes on the cards.
I would say that I don't know you either but that would be a lie since your all over the news. "Though I just say you look more handsome in person."
She only smirked. "No, I'm just a girl that enjoys the ways of crime." She looked out her cards and played a face card. Blackjack was simply a game of strategy, something that she simply had. She didn't make eye contact with the men beside her and instead kept her eyes on the cards.
I would say that I don't know you either but that would be a lie since your all over the news. "Though I just say you look more handsome in person."
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Fodor would express a contortion of boredom - then curiosity, as he glowered at the man (from his car) whom entered the apartment complex.
"Who the fuck is this seronja (shithead)..." he would grumble, groaning as he massaged both eyes of their lagging slumber. Fodor inched down slightly behind the wheel, somewhat obscured, if the man were to seek him, Fodor would lay eyes on him first. In a discreet manner he retrieved his Makarov from his navyblue tracksuit jacket, disengaging the safety and clocking the chamber. The rich, reverberant tick resonate with a muffled clamour, his grieving eyes peering intently at the apartment (building entrance).
@Robyn Banks
"Who the fuck is this seronja (shithead)..." he would grumble, groaning as he massaged both eyes of their lagging slumber. Fodor inched down slightly behind the wheel, somewhat obscured, if the man were to seek him, Fodor would lay eyes on him first. In a discreet manner he retrieved his Makarov from his navyblue tracksuit jacket, disengaging the safety and clocking the chamber. The rich, reverberant tick resonate with a muffled clamour, his grieving eyes peering intently at the apartment (building entrance).
@Robyn Banks
Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
(I have no idea how to play blackjack, just bare with me for a moment while I google how to play and what the rules are.)
Kord put the cig back in his mouth and looked at his cards. He played played a face card as well, his associates did so too. Without looking up, Kord said, "So, what business do you have here?"
@Robyn Banks
Kord put the cig back in his mouth and looked at his cards. He played played a face card as well, his associates did so too. Without looking up, Kord said, "So, what business do you have here?"
@Robyn Banks
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Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
Frank knocked on the door once more prior to just giving up the situation. He wondered why Sinclair needed an assassin when she controlled a gang. He decided to just leave the premises and report back to his boss later on. He headed back to entrance to make his way back to the truck. @srebrenica
Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
She raised her eyebrow prior to saying " Well this is a casino but if you really want to know." Her face turned more stern as she continued." I'm just giving you a warning. I'm sure you know that the Crimson are yearning for your head on a spite. So I suggest you be careful or you just might get hurt. Oh, also There's cops near by the casino perhaps ready to arrest you at any given moment. "
She placed another card on the table before looking back at the boss. "My name is Sinclair by the way but most call me Sin."
Fodor's ominous, louring gaze stalked (Frank) back to the truck. His brows furrowed in annoyance, was he being targeted? Was he found? Either way, Fodor altered the safety so it was engaged, then made sure the trigger was rigid, this time settled it within his front buckle. His scrutinised stare reposed, the man respectively got into his truck and started down the road.
"Ne, gde ćeš? (No, where are you going?)" Fodor utter with brief clarity, exhaling a prolonged sigh as he shoved the rattling keys into ignition and start his car. It's engine spurt and staggered as unhealthy fumes trailed from the exhaust. Fodor remained two cars behind (following Frank) as to not be seen, let alone detected.
@Robyn Banks
"Ne, gde ćeš? (No, where are you going?)" Fodor utter with brief clarity, exhaling a prolonged sigh as he shoved the rattling keys into ignition and start his car. It's engine spurt and staggered as unhealthy fumes trailed from the exhaust. Fodor remained two cars behind (following Frank) as to not be seen, let alone detected.
@Robyn Banks
Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
Kord whispered something to one of his associates. The associate got up, placed his cards on the table, and walked to the far side of the casino where he disappeared when he rounded a corner. "Well, I wouldn't worry about the cops right now, I've got boys all over this district and we pay them off, the mind of the average cop is easily corruptible." Kord placed a card on the table. "My name is Kord by the way, but everyone calls me Midnight."
@Robyn Banks
@Robyn Banks
Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
Charlize watched the man go, she made brief eye contact with one of her bloods before turning away. She was aware that he would follow Kord's associate and finish off from there. She perform a practiced smile at the Boss and said "it's a pleasure." She wondered if the man lived under a rock or was just absorbed in his own life to know who she was, however she didn't say a word of it. Perhaps this could benefit her, she could retrieve some information and use it in her favor.
@Agent141
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Frank stepped into his truck that currently had 2 other men inside. He took out his phone and texted Sin. ' Hitman not present.' Prior to making his leave. He wanted to stop somewhere right quick to do a quick exercise before he had to go back to headquarters. As they passed the downtown area. A man in the back spotted some Midnight members. He took out his gun and started to shoot at them, watching them fall to the ground. "Die you moonlight bitches!" He exclaimed as they sped off.
@srebrenica
@Agent141
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Frank stepped into his truck that currently had 2 other men inside. He took out his phone and texted Sin. ' Hitman not present.' Prior to making his leave. He wanted to stop somewhere right quick to do a quick exercise before he had to go back to headquarters. As they passed the downtown area. A man in the back spotted some Midnight members. He took out his gun and started to shoot at them, watching them fall to the ground. "Die you moonlight bitches!" He exclaimed as they sped off.
@srebrenica
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Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
Kord suddenly got a text message from one of his associates out in the city, about a shooting in the Downtown district. Kord glanced at Charlize for less than a second and then turned to his other associate. He made the head gesture that signaled "We should go." They both got up and walked towards the entrance. Kord put 2 of his fingers from his left hand in his mouth and whistled while with the other hand holding up two fingers and spun in a circular motion. A bit more than half a dozen men with suits and fedoras got up from their games and followed him out of the casino. They got in their cars and drove round back to the other entrance to the hideout, as to fool others as if they were going somewhere else.
Meanwhile, Kord's other associate who left the game earlier went to the staircase and quickly sprinted down to the basement, just to make sure no one saw him going down. He entered the hide out and shut the door behind him. 4 other men pointed their guns at the door, because the man had come in sprinting and they were just being safe.
@Robyn Banks
Meanwhile, Kord's other associate who left the game earlier went to the staircase and quickly sprinted down to the basement, just to make sure no one saw him going down. He entered the hide out and shut the door behind him. 4 other men pointed their guns at the door, because the man had come in sprinting and they were just being safe.
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Fodor slammed on the brakes at the sudden notice of gunshots, his tires screeched and the wheels span, flaying the tarmac with the stains of rubber. His head dipped as to avoid any stray fire. Fodor glanced at the panicked commotion, the populace within the vicinity grew restless - as did he. Fodor swore to himself and drove forth.
"Fucking amateurs..."
"Fucking amateurs..."
Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
Charlie looked at her phone when she received the text from Frank. She sighed softly before looking at Kord's who were also on the phone. They made brief eye contact with him before he signals the others to go along with him.So much for my plan. She looked bewildered at what was happened. "I don't understand what's going on?" she asked. She figured that it must've been one of her men causing the problem.
The blood paused as the man started to Sprint. He went back upstairs to see if their was anything he needed to figure out. He looked at his boss, play innocent as they seemed to stare into each others eyes. She turned away thinking of a possible outcome she can have that would be in her advantage.
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Frank cursed at what the gang member had down. Knowing that this would lead to a turf war. He called in reinforcement in case of it and told them his exact location. He looked in the back of the car and saw a car that he started to recognize. "Hey isn't that the car we saw at the apartment." He said. He looked towards the back and told the others "shoot it". They did as they were commanded.
The blood paused as the man started to Sprint. He went back upstairs to see if their was anything he needed to figure out. He looked at his boss, play innocent as they seemed to stare into each others eyes. She turned away thinking of a possible outcome she can have that would be in her advantage.
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Frank cursed at what the gang member had down. Knowing that this would lead to a turf war. He called in reinforcement in case of it and told them his exact location. He looked in the back of the car and saw a car that he started to recognize. "Hey isn't that the car we saw at the apartment." He said. He looked towards the back and told the others "shoot it". They did as they were commanded.
Fodor immediately knew the circumstance, as if by sixth sense, when in harsh reality his paranoia was a result of the war. His vehicle swerved soon as they opened fire, his windscreen halt the entry of a bullet yet was shattered with a brazen-looking molten cartridge.
"Jebi se! (Fuck you!)" he exclaimed, another stray bullet cast into the windmirror, then another that obliterate his tail light.
Fortunately, the traffic was somewhat dense, and Fodor was capable of shielding himself.
There were no sustained injuries.
"Jebi se! (Fuck you!)" he exclaimed, another stray bullet cast into the windmirror, then another that obliterate his tail light.
Fortunately, the traffic was somewhat dense, and Fodor was capable of shielding himself.
There were no sustained injuries.
Spacing Out
Boredom at its finest
Frank wondered if that was a midnight member and no intentions to find out. " Are you guys blind? Hit the Damn car!" He exclaimed as the men continued to fire.
Clockwork_Magic
*Gears turning*
Kord and the rest of his men arrived at the hideout, where he called a meeting. "Alright gentlemen, it seems we have some new competition. Some of our boys were shot in the Downtown District, are we gonna have some people treat us like that and have no consequence?" "Fuck No!" all of them yelled at once. "Alright! I want some cars sent to the shooting scene now. I want some of you to start recruiting. Am I clear?" Kord said. "Yes!" the crowd responded. "Then get out there!" A group of mobsters exited the hideout, 16 of them in total. They got into 4 black cars (They're four seaters if you didn't know already) and sped off to the Downtown district. Meanwhile, another group exited the hideout, on foot this time. They went out into the cit to recruit. The rest of the mob stayed in the hideout.
The 4 black cars arrived at the scene. The enemy was firing at a car when they arrived. The mobsters got out, took cover behind their cars, and fired at the Crimson gang members. One of them yelled, "The Boss says Hello!" A news helicopter flew overhead, capturing the whole thing on camera.
@Robyn Banks @srebrenica
The 4 black cars arrived at the scene. The enemy was firing at a car when they arrived. The mobsters got out, took cover behind their cars, and fired at the Crimson gang members. One of them yelled, "The Boss says Hello!" A news helicopter flew overhead, capturing the whole thing on camera.
@Robyn Banks @srebrenica