Raining Bullets

Bella

The phone rang loudly again, breaking through my thoughts. I answered it, wondering just how badly they had fucked up this time.

“Let me get this right. Four slated for burial and one for reconstructive surgery and PTSD counseling? Sounds like everything went just peachy.” I snarled sarcastically at the bumbling idiot, who claimed to be Brutus’s second.

He babbled on for a bit, an almost indecipherable mix of street slang, English, and exasperated Italian insults. All I could do was sigh loudly, stifle a yawn, and stretch my legs out on the black leather of the passenger’s seat.

“Well then find them. I don’t care about the other two, but Forte. I’ll deal with him. Eye for an eye…”

As he began again on his nonsensical mumblings, I barked sharply into the phone before swiftly severing the connection.

“No me interesso un cazzo! Strangle um all with barbed wire if it suits you. Just try to get something right…for once in your life…”
 
Jimmy 'The Mute' Hoffa

OOC: I beleive she dropped out of the thread, actually. But, if not, she'd actually still be in the back of the van, naked and tied up.


IC:

He walked a while off, leaning against the building as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He watched the pizza guy come and go, wondering how she managed to give him an adress, and how stupid they would have to be to assume that a pizza guy wouldn't turn them in once he saw Forte, an escaped criminal.

He sighed, and tapped his cig, knocking some clinging ash to the ground. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he quickly dialed a few numbers, pushing his thermals back up. He shifted his cigarette to the left side of his mouth as he held the ceel up to his right ear. After it picked up, he heard the annoying "What!?" he had expected.

"Hey, Bella. It's me, Jimmy. Look, I know I haven't talked to you in a while, and I'm sure you're still pissed at me for blowing your car up,....But I was wondering if we could talk. If you've been keeping up with the news, television of gangwise, I'm sure you've noticed my name has been popping up with Forte's a lot. I was just wondering if perhaps we could meet, maybe over a cup of coffee or something?"
 
Vixen

She's a mind reader lol, not much else to do GM. sorry.


IC:

She finished her pizza and stood up.
"I'll be back later Forte."
She walked out of the warehouse and down the long narrow road. She hailed a cab somewhere along the way and made it to Joe's Cafe. Tiny would be there soon with more of the things she needed. No one knew her, but Forte's face was all over the news. She sipped her coffee, ate some cheese cake and waited.
 
Chat, and a pizza

We set the pizza down on the table, and I called, "hey Jimmy! Pizzas here". I then sat back down, and took a bite. It tasted like my father used to make it. I took another bite of the warm pizza. Its cheeze,and sauce tasted like heaven in my mouth.
After she left, I simply sat back, and relaxed. I enjoyed every bite of my pizza.

ooc: Is Jimmy trying to sell me out? or is it something else?
 
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Bella

“You just love getting you ass in the middle of everything, dontcha? When Jimmy’s around the fun never stops…”

Jimmy had always been a splinter in my father’s side – his unassuming arrogance and almost constant sarcasm was something my father longed to have the finesse to pull off but could never really achieve. Other than the fact my Lotus had died a slow, painful, fiery death at Jimmy’s hand, I didn’t really mind him. His offbeat sense of humor had been something I could identify with.

“As long as you promise not to put a scratch on the Ferrari, I could go for a cappuccino or two.”

I had never really trusted him, but there was a mutual respect I felt I had to honor. And at his own admittance to his involvement with Forte, he had me hook, line, and sinker.

“You name the place and I’ll be there.”
 
Jimmy 'I-Don't-Sell-Out,-I-Just-Get-A-New-Job' Hoffa

He smiled, and turned away from the warehouse. He started walking, boots splashing through a few odd puddles as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He looked around onnce he left the system on alleyways a few minutes later.

"I'm not going to touch your car, Bella. You know I wouldn't do what I did without a reason. I always had my reasons. I had a reason to come to this peice of shit town, and I had a reason to get involved with the one thing I hate most-crime. I'm sure we both know the first, but I haven't really shared the second."

He looked around, and sighed, tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot. "Bella, meet me at the bookstore, you know, the one with the coffeeshop out by the warehouse district. I'll see ya there."

He turned off his phone, tucking it away in his pocket as he turned the last corner. He proped himself up on the wall next to the bookstore's main window, looking out into the night as he wondered what he was getting himself into.
 
Vixen

She glanced up, Tiny was there.
"About time, I was tired of waiting."
"Sorry traffic was shitty tonight. Alright Why are you contacting me now?!" He glared at her, waiting for a responce.
"I.. well He's shooting every damned person in sight! Hell Even I had to shoot some to keep my cover. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?!"
He glanced around. "Keep your voice down.. Is he interested in you yet?"
She gave him a withering look.
"Interested? Hell, He's been making passes all night. And if you think you can order me to fuck him you got another thing coming!"
She gripped her coffee cup, ready to hurl it as his smug egotistical head.
"No, I can't order you to do that. Does he suspect anything yet? Does he know you are FBI?"
"NO.. He has no idea. I mentioned I worked for the FBI once. Now he thinks I am a hitman."
"Hitman? Good cover. I am surprised you made it in so easily.."
He eyed the waitress, then turned back to Vixen.
"Well Tiny I have tits, enough said. I just dont like this is all. He has Jimmy Hoffa in his corner too, and alot of angry mob after him. Its getting dangerous to keep up this act. I am in a warehouse out in the district area. Keep a watch on it! If I get shot, I am taking it out of your ass!"
She stood up, tossing cash down to pay for the coffee.
"Just dont let it go to your head Vixen. You are an angent walking a thin line right now.."
She leaned forward her face in his, "And dont you threaten me. I do my job, even if I know its a crock of shit. I am keeping Forte alive til we find the ones responcible for killing his old man. Then recover the files.. Until then I keep up this facade. Good evenin' Agent Sparks." She walked out without a backward glance.
She made it out to the street and waited for a cab to come by with a vacancy.
 
Bella

“Secrets, secrets, always secrets. I wonder if you know the answers yourself, sometimes.” Hanging up, I pulled out of the shadowy alley and onto the main drag.

Taking one last look at the Strip club as I drove past it, in the opposite direction this time, I noted the plate numbers of the two remaining unmarkeds, as well as the not-so-cleverly disguised mobile ops van.

The bookstore was easy enough to find, but it had a new look now that the ownership was changed. City newspaper had claimed the elderly couple that owned the place had perished in a “tragic, yet accidental, house fire that the Fire Department’s investigations have traced to faulty wiring,” but I knew better.

Parking next to the back entrance, I holstered the H&K again before I stepped around front to the coffehouse, the metallic cool against my skin the comfort of habit. A girl couldn’t trust anyone but herself around here…
 
Hmm... whats this?

I had three slices, and some cake. It was all nicely packed into my stomach. Damn, this place sure got lonely with no one around. I shouted, "Hello!", and a good clear echo vibrated off the walls. I smiled, and did it again, "who am I!?", same thing happened. This was too much fun, and so I did it again, "my life is going downhill!". I heard that come back to me, even though I didn't want to. Suddenly my smile dissapeared, and I sat back down. I realized the horrible truth, my life was going down hill.
I didn't mutter a word now. I gazed around me, and was lost in deep thought. Looking down I noticed something that caught my attention. It looked like a badge. A FBI badge, with Vixens picture on it. I picked it up, and held it in my hand for a minute. No, I wasn't angry. How could I get angry at her? I geuss I just had a soft spot for a pretty face. I wasn't going to kill her either. She was my key who can open up a chest of secrets. After all this madness passes, she will be the one who can find the person who is behind this, and declare me innocent. She was my, 'ace-in-the-hole'. I put the badge on the table, and waited for her to return. I had a lot to tell her.
 
Vixen

(tsk tsk, Vixen wouldnt have a badge on her undercover this much.. ;) but its ok, ill play along..)

IC:

She hailed a cab and headed towards the warehouse district. She sat in thought, wondering who was behind all this. Who was really the one responcible for killing His father? She got out of the cab and paid him well for his time and out of the way location. No cops would descend on this place. Tiny would make sure of that. She grinned, safety was nice at times. She walked back into the warehouse and called out. "Hello? I made it back!?"
 
Jimmy Hoffa

He smiled as he watched her walked around. just a beautiful as always. And just as dangerous. He held the door open for her, following her inside. He glanced around, and sighed.

"I really liked the old ownership better. Nicer people. Used to get all my books here. And then there was a 'fire'. I always told Mr. Fancy that if he played with matches he was going to get burned. But, that's not important. What would you like to drink? Or would you prefer to get right down to business?"

He looked at her, and smiled.
 
Bella

“Playing with matches…running with scissors…what fun is life if you don’t take chances once in awhile?”

I returned Jimmy’s smile, nodding my head in greeting.

Walking through the door, I idly traced a finger over the spines of the books that sat immediately to the right of the entrance. Seating myself, I looked up expectantly for the waiter.

“Let’s get the pleasantries over with, shall we? I’ve always admired a man who can be blunt and brutally honest – both of which I know you’re extremely capable of.”

I ordered a Cafe Latte' for myself, setting my phone within easy reach on the table.

“What’s up Jimmy? I know you didn’t come all the way here just to see me.”
 
My story

"Hi Vixen, you look tired, why don't you sit down". She walked toward the couch, and sat. She looked at me suspiciously because of the way I was behaving. I calmy sat down opposite of her, and showed her the badge. She remained calm, and said, "are you going to kill me?"
I shook my head. Instead, I got up, and told her everything. Starting from the point were a failed the police academy, to this very minute. I explained everything to her. I indulged her in every detail. Even some bits, and peices of my childhood. Finally after the long talk, I sat down. I then sat back, and said, "thats why I'm telling you this Vixen. You can get me out of this mess. You can help me find out who was responsible, and declare my innocent. Your FBI Vixen, and I need you now. More than ever". There was a long pause.
 
Jimmy Hoffa

"Playing with matches is dangerous, especially when you do it around people I like. Besides, you always end up getting burned. And trust me, he was pretty burned when I finished with him."

He ordered a regular coffee, black, and set his elbows on the table, putting his chin in his hands.

"Would you beleive I did come all the way out here for you? Would you find it possible that the only reason I found shelter in the lower ladder of what I knew was a criminal organization, and participated in it, just to be closer to you?"

His eyes searched hers. The shadows were deeper in his vision, obscuring objects easilly seen, buts still, they could probe her eyes, watch her reactions. He waited for her to respond, slowly settling back.

"I know things are getting hectic. And I might seem to be on the wrong side of the lines, here, but....I guess the real question here is what you want, and what I'm willing to deliver."
 
Vixen

"I see... Wow. Interesting. Well we are already on the case. I can get you out of this mess. But it's going to be hard. I have been here and can testify you shot after being shot at. Self Defense. But its going to be hard with all the bodies laying around. You want my help, I'll give it. But not a word to Jimmy about this. Understand? He likes to blow things up, and I dont want to be the next thing he goes after. He isn't wanted badly enough for me to bother with. But your Father had some important files stashed somewhere. The FBI needs those files for something over sea. Now I am here to guard you, since you are the only one who knew your father well enough to lead me to those Files. Your house was checked before we got there. Nothing interesting was found. The Journal how ever was missed. Perhaps in there lays the key to those missing files."

She stood up and paced the room, she was still a little edgy. Her cover was blown in a nut shell. No reason to keep pretending. Well except when Jimmy is around. She wouldn't reveal her real name just yet. She would stay with Vixen for now.

"Whats the next move. And this time inform me, instead of waiting until the last damned possible minute.." She turned to face him.
 
Bella

“No. But I would believe you were saying those things just to get on my good side.”

I toyed with a strand of dark hair, wondering what his agenda really was.

“Money, sex, and power…the three things people will kill for. I guess you could say the one I want…for the moment, at least…is power. Power, vengeance, settling the score, eye for an eye…call it what you like.”

I didn’t break my gaze from his when our order arrived, merely picked up the latte and sipped it slowly, the hot liquid scalding the roof of my mouth.

“I want your man. Simple as that. You know if Forte doesn’t kill himself with one of his foolish stunts, he’ll rot away for a lifetime of solitary confinement. I will have my revenge. Just think of this as a…mercy killing…”

Laughing darkly, I relaxed my grasp on the white china cup, averting my eyes to the outside world, watching the traffic crawl sluggishly by.

“…drowning the runt of the litter instead of letting him suffer…”
 
Mission 1

I opened up the book, and read the first page. It was the first clue. I read it, and it was surprisingly short:

Go to Caliber park, and climb the tallest tree. Then try to twist the black twig. Then remember this, 6873. That will be the passcode you will need to find my good friend. Trust him, and listen to him. Tell him who you are, and he will give you a map. Then proceed to the next page.

That was my father all right. He always seemed to know everything. I looked up at Vixen, and said, "we'll wait for Jimmy, then we go to Caliber park. We're supposed to look for a friend of my dads". I sat back down, and waited. I looked at Vixen for awhile. After a couple of minutes I asked, "do you like my Vixen". She seemed confused, and asked me why I was asking her this. I simply replied, "cause could never find a girl who did".
 
Vixen

She smiled at his question and his comment. "Well for starters Forte, I am not a girl. I am a fully grown woman. And yes I like you just fine. Why?" She sat down on the couch, pulling out some cold pizza and chewing on it. Thoughtful for a moment.
"When are we going to the park? Tonight or in the morning? I really need some sleep. I suppose the only bed around here would be Jimmy's. So I'll find a sleeping bag or something and take the floor. You can have the couch." She kept munching the pizza, wondering their next move.
She tossed down the remaining crust into the box and leaned back, "Those files are important, we need to get our hands on them before the mob finds them."
 
Shut-eye

"Your right, get some sleep. We will go to the park in the morning, and check it out". With that she hit the hay. After an hour she was fast asleep. I smiled, and put my coat over her since she didn't have a blanket. I just rested my head back on my couch, and caught some z's. I slept like the dead... which is a figure of speech of course.

ooc: speaking of shut-eye. I'm going to get some myself. So I'll see you all tomorrow.
 
Jimmy Hoffa

He looked down at his coffee, and took a large sip before glancing around. Then he sighed, and stood up, holding the paper coffeecup he'd gotten in his hand while he watched her.

"Bella, if he was the runt of the liter, why would he be pulling out the headcount right out from under you? Revenge can be a powerful motive, unless you play it against itself. You're a powerful lady, Bella. I suggest you don't get greedy."

He turned, and walked out, taking another isp of his coffee as he went. He slowly strolled around the corner, and walked down the alleyway. It was dark, shadows closing in from all sides. His pulled his thermals down over his eyes.

"What have I gotten myself into?"
 
Vixen

She lay on the floor for awhile, before she finally dosed off. But every little noise had her waking up and tensing. She had her gun next to her, ready to fire. All she had to do was release the safety. Forte was snoring on the couch, sleeping like the dead. She shook her head and smiled. Funny.

She lay there for awhile longer and dozed off again. Her dreams filled with a blackness and her spouting out questions to an unseen target. Over and over again, "where are the files?" She came awake again, grumbling in anger at the stupid dream, she rolled over. How did she get covered up? She glanced down at what was over her, Forte's coat. How thoughtful. She rolled over to her side, facing away from Forte to look around the warehouse. Jimmy had some interesting things. The exsplosives, the van. The nickname 'Mute'. The things life throws our way. And Forte was only trying to find who killed his father. Same thing any cop would do, hell most of the people he shot were wanted, escaped convicts, parolee's and worse. The earth wouldn't miss those he took out. And he saved the cops a hell of alot of paper work, investigation time and man power. And he was wanted for it? Go figure.

Life was never fair or just anymore, but it sure was getting interesting. She got up and roamed around a little bit, not touching anything, who knows if it would blow up on her if she did? She walked back to the 'living room' sat in the recliner and closed her eyes. She needed sleep, or she would look like Meddusa in the morning.
 
Jimmy

After doing a little dodging in case she'd had him follwed, he finally emerged in the warehouse, by way of the sewer enterance. He slid the panel of concrete shut over the hole again, and sighed to himself as he looked around.

Things were going way out of control. He walked over to his favorite chair, and found Vixen there. Forte was on his couch. He sighed, and went over to a few crates, repositioning them. Finally lying his head down on his arm, he closed his eyes.

"Sex, money, and power my ass. The three things people will most kill for are revenge, survival, and hate. Sex, money, and power are the three things most wanted."

With that, he slowly drifted off to sleep. The samedream haunted his mind as it had for the past couple of months. The explosion, the laughter, the eyes. Staring right into his being, seeing what was hidden there. He was a good guy in a bad environment. the same theme kept slapping him around mentally all night long: adapt.
 
Vixen

She woke up, someone was in the warehouse. She cracked an eye open and glanced around. Jimmy had returned. From where she did not know, none of her business. She was about sick of not being able to sleep though. She quietly got up once he settled down and slept. She stood stretching and glanced around. AH ha! a bathroom. just what she needed. Walking over, she walked in and turned on the sink. Washing her face with cold water she glanced up into the mirror...
Gas
Ass or Grass
No body rides for free.


She laughed softly, nice bumper sticker. She exited the bathroom, Forte still snoring away over there, she walked out the side door. She popped open Jimmy's van and fetched out her bag. Searching around she found a smoke and her lighter. She leaned back, lit her smoke, and wondered about the park they were supposed to go to later.

Old man Dodder was a pain with his riddles and secrets. She should have had that file by now, and here she was sitting around with her thumb up her ass. (not literally)

She had to get things in gear, but that was not in her control.
 
The Dream

ooc: tell me when you guys want it to be morning.

ic: It was a nightmare. It was a awful nightmare. I could see myself locked in a hug cage. Just in front of me was my house, and a eerie house at that. I entered my house, my former house of pain. I could hear whispers in the dark. I could still see the bloodstains, and the bulletholes. Everything was so exact. I walked ahead of me, and went upstairs. As I did the stairs seemed to go on forever. When I finally reached the top I could hear the screams of my father, "No! Don't do it Forte! Don't!". Then I heard gunshots, and I rushed toward my fathers door. I opened it, and I saw... myself. I was smiling, and blood dripped off my shameless face. I saw myself shoot me.
Thats when I woke up screaming, "holy badger shit!". I then realized where I was, and I stopped. That was one fucked up nightmare. I had a cold sweat running down my forehead. It was about five AM in the morning. I didn't fall asleep again. Instead, I went to the washroom to freshen up early.
 
Jimmy Hoffa

It was the scream of 'HOLY BADGER SHIT!' that woke him up. He fell off the crate, and brought a table down. Explosives rolled around everywhere, and he jumped to his feet, looking around, panting for breath. When he realized it was Forte, he flicked his off, and pulled his pack of cigarettes out. Lighting one and shoving the others away, he took a deep drag to soothe his nerves. He walked around to his van, and went to the back.

One of the van doors was already open, and Vixen leaned on the other. He climbed in the back, puffing away on his 'cancer stick'. He watched her, and calmly reached up, pulling his cigarette out. He pulled his thermals up, and watched her for a few more minutes.

He finally looked the other way, taking a few puffs of his cigarette. "Personally, I don't see how even a mother could deal with Forte. Do you?"
 
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