BRIGHTWELL
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Carlos "the Bull" Drambreezzi and Tony 'the Cobra' Brodski
The black 2013 Escalade EXT 4-door, 5-passenger luxury pickup sat in the airport parking lot. Tony has been with the family for five years now. He had been promoted to driver six months ago. He had started as a numbers runner. Then the family had moved him to Vagas to learn more about the gambling business. While there he found he had a knack for running a string of girls on the street. After three years they pulled him out of Vagas. Mainly, because of the heat.
A few bodies had been found. The forensic on the bodies had been the same. A poisoned knife wound on all the ladies bodies. The police had a rough sketch of a man called the Cobra. They did not know his true name. Still, it was thought a good idea to get him out of town.
The man next to Tony is Carlos, he is an 'Enforcer'. He make people do thing they would not normally do under normal circumstances. Carlos pulls a 45 cal. model 1911 APC out of his shoulder holster and layes it on the seat. Carlos was brought into the 'family' as the third son of Marco Drambreezzi. The first son Marco Jr. is Dr. Marco Drambreezzi doctors to the players of stage and small screen and the mob, in New York.
The second son Edward"Eddy"Drambreezzi is a named partner Parker, Dramb & Carlson. With law offices in Los Angeles,Denver, Kansas City, Chicago and Miami. Lawyers to the rich, the powerfull, and well informed, and last, but not least, the mob. The other families told them to stay out of New York and Washington. To many crooks there now, there is no room for this family practice.
As the third son got a straight shot into the mob. With a slight detour through the Army for four years. Then four more at Columbia University in the City of New York.
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"What time does her flight land?"Carlos askes looking through his latest edition of Field and Stream.
Tony checks his watch. "In about a half hour. We have plenty of time."
"You know, I tried fly fishing when I was in up state New York. I didn't catch anything, but a cold." Carlos adds.
"Ohhh booooo, that is a lousy joke, you should shoot yourself for that one." Tony replies.
Carlos only smiles to himself. "Lets hope we don't have to shoot anyone tonight."
Tony leans back." Yeah that would be a welcome change. It's annoying to be dragged down to every police station we ever venture near. Just because we did a little littering."
Carlos flips a few pages and adds with a sly smile. "Tony I don't think it pleases them that you litter the streets with bodies. I think that is why the cops are wanting to speak to us all the time."
Tony looks out the window. "Yeah, I guess your right. That seems to upset them some what."
Carlos lowers the magazine and looks over the top. "Yeah think?"
The black 2013 Escalade EXT 4-door, 5-passenger luxury pickup sat in the airport parking lot. Tony has been with the family for five years now. He had been promoted to driver six months ago. He had started as a numbers runner. Then the family had moved him to Vagas to learn more about the gambling business. While there he found he had a knack for running a string of girls on the street. After three years they pulled him out of Vagas. Mainly, because of the heat.
A few bodies had been found. The forensic on the bodies had been the same. A poisoned knife wound on all the ladies bodies. The police had a rough sketch of a man called the Cobra. They did not know his true name. Still, it was thought a good idea to get him out of town.
The man next to Tony is Carlos, he is an 'Enforcer'. He make people do thing they would not normally do under normal circumstances. Carlos pulls a 45 cal. model 1911 APC out of his shoulder holster and layes it on the seat. Carlos was brought into the 'family' as the third son of Marco Drambreezzi. The first son Marco Jr. is Dr. Marco Drambreezzi doctors to the players of stage and small screen and the mob, in New York.
The second son Edward"Eddy"Drambreezzi is a named partner Parker, Dramb & Carlson. With law offices in Los Angeles,Denver, Kansas City, Chicago and Miami. Lawyers to the rich, the powerfull, and well informed, and last, but not least, the mob. The other families told them to stay out of New York and Washington. To many crooks there now, there is no room for this family practice.
As the third son got a straight shot into the mob. With a slight detour through the Army for four years. Then four more at Columbia University in the City of New York.
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"What time does her flight land?"Carlos askes looking through his latest edition of Field and Stream.
Tony checks his watch. "In about a half hour. We have plenty of time."
"You know, I tried fly fishing when I was in up state New York. I didn't catch anything, but a cold." Carlos adds.
"Ohhh booooo, that is a lousy joke, you should shoot yourself for that one." Tony replies.
Carlos only smiles to himself. "Lets hope we don't have to shoot anyone tonight."
Tony leans back." Yeah that would be a welcome change. It's annoying to be dragged down to every police station we ever venture near. Just because we did a little littering."
Carlos flips a few pages and adds with a sly smile. "Tony I don't think it pleases them that you litter the streets with bodies. I think that is why the cops are wanting to speak to us all the time."
Tony looks out the window. "Yeah, I guess your right. That seems to upset them some what."
Carlos lowers the magazine and looks over the top. "Yeah think?"