For All Our Sins (O/F)

[f a l l i n 4 d a n c e]

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Lessy was right, where their love lives met their father there was little hope. Not that Rosabella's own particular blend of recent love related quandaries had been related to Babbo in any way. Normally Rosabella prided herself on living a love life away from her family, but the truth usually laid in the fact that she rarely let herself care about any man that came into her life in general. It was a cold callous life, but it was one that she would live until she deemed her control was firmly in her hands."At least it's only our lives he interferes with now." The sister murmured thoughtfully as she slipped her arm into Lessy's and they crossed the street. "Although, I thought you'd want a guy that Babbo couldn't scare away. He did a favor to weed him out for you." Rosa's spare hand patted Lessy's arm before staying simply lying there, joining the two sisters in the vision of two woman strolling the town for a night out. Exactly the type of image Rosabella wanted to project.

The streets were crowded as closing time drew near, out of the corner of her eye Rosa could see her people beginning to get into position, internally she nodded. So far everything was going according to plan. Now for their part. Rosabella steered Lessy in front of the bouncer. Rosabella batted her eyelashes, knowing it would do little. He was one of her's. Newly acquired, proving his worth, and of course still known as one of Moretti's. Without a word and with no line formed outside the door it took no time for Rosabella and Alessandra to gain entrance to the Moretti 'stronghold'. Rosabella internally chuckled at the word. Really their new leader needed to increase security.

Inside the club looked much like any other club. Rosabella leaned over to speak quietly in Aless's ear. "Perhaps we should distract Babbo." She was confident that Aless would understand her meaning. This was the part of the plan that when suggested to Rosa she had been skeptical. Find the Moretti's, threaten them with idle words, power play the moment, keep the attention on her and not on her people outside surrounding the club, and to gain an idea of how many Moretti's were actually sober. It was a gamble, but almost all big strikes were. There was a time to play it safe, and then there was a time to gamble. Usually when the stakes were higher and Rosabella knew the hand she had been dealt. This time however she didn't know all the cards in her hand, even if she thought she did. There were variables at hand that even she could not control.

A cool voice caught Rosabella's attention as they approached the bar. She knew then that they had been spotted much faster than she had expected. The moment Rosabella saw the woman she knew who had been speaking. "Ah, you must be the Volkova girl." Rosabella nodded in slight acknowledge of the woman, taking her hand off Aless's arm to make a slightly dismissing movement before it casually hovered to her side. A hint of a smile tilted her lips up as she surveyed the woman. Of course she had heard of Volkova's reputation and would have loved to recruit the Russian, there was a fire and a catlike movement in her that reminded Rosabella of herself and meant that she'd never really trust the woman. No it was better to leave such a risk in the hands of Moretti. The fool likely thought he could control her, Rosabella was willing to make a hypothesis that it would only be so long before Volkova strove out on her own, no longer hovering on the edges of Moretti apron strings.

Rosabella's attention had lingered on the woman a moment too long, another voice entered the conversation. The accent was more rounded, she could hear the slight italian lilt that permeated the voices of those who surrounded her. It was a man's voice from next to Volkova. Rosa's eyes landed on the Moretti's second in command. Kalen Moretti. Young. And apparently rash. Rosabella tilted her head to the side slightly as she took in his words. "Do I?" A smile curled at her lips. "Such big words after last night Moretti." The dark haired woman's eyes blazed despite the almost uncaring delivery of her words. She shrugged. "Although I suppose there's no reason to blame the two of you." She allowed her eyes to dart around, she saw a few men around the perimeters, few of the italian brand she had been trained to expect of the Morettis. "It was all just a," Rosabella paused a moment as if trying to think of a word, then waved her free hand again in dismissal. As if she weren't on edge by the whole situation. The high ups were suppose to have left. But then again they were less likely to pull a gun on her, they had more to risk, all of them. A firefight would only do them all harm. Lower members, though, they wanted a bigger reward, it was a riskier situation. "Misunderstanding. I'm sure." Her voice remained unconcerned, a half smile at her lips, but the menace was close at hand. The venom almost at the surface of her carefully crafted mask.

[TDA_Romeo]

I have found comfort in someone
Now I’m bound, empty and hollow
I took the pills, I’ve been consumed
I drank the water, I had to choose

DAMIEN CARTHAGE
✄ DeLuca Toymaker

Location: Industrial District, Chicago Outskirts
Company: None
Status: Making toys

The Industrial District in the North East side of the city seemed dead. The employees of the various mills, foundries and railyards had taken their Christmas vacations, leaving only skeleton crews to run the sites- which suited Damien perfectly. He didn't need their mettling for why his small building was the only one with it's lights on, Brazilian and American metal music blaring and machinery cranking and whirling. Although, he was certain they would be less concerned with the machinery and more concerned with the pops and cracks of gunfire that came from his backyard from when he tested out the toys he was making. Inside the building, the shop floor was encompassed by the sounds of the intense metal music that blared through the wall mounted speakers. Gun components and accessories were strewn about the various tables and workbenches that occupied the space. Near the back of the workshop stood Damien, wearing a set of baggy OD Green cargo pants that covered his combat boots. a set of welder's goggles over his eyes as he worked on a .45 barrel with a small abrasive grinder, a stream of sparks flying against the metal wall that the workbench was placed against.

As he worked on the weapon, his head bobbed the music, enjoying the atmosphere he had set for the workshop. After a few seconds of grinding, he stopped and checked his work, setting down the grinder and moving the goggles up to his forehead and began closely critiquing the barrel. Gunsmithing was an art. Just like being a Special Forces soldier. You put all your heart and soul into the job at hand. You spent days, weeks, even months to hone your skills to create a final product that was like a beautiful painting like the Mona Lisa or The Night Watch. After looking closely at the work on the weapon, Damien grabbed a headspace gauge and stuck it into the breach end of the barrel, seeing that the item became snug when it was inserted. Happy with himself and his work, Damien took the Welder's goggles off his head and set them down on the bench, walking over to another bench that had the pistol that the barrel was going to be inserted. He placed the piece down and reached into his pocket as he walked away from the bench and made his way to a set of stairs that led to his office/second apartment. More often than not these days, Damien had found himself sleeping at the shop more than he did at his Apartment back in the city. He was all work and no play since he picked up the job with the DeLucas. He was either making guns, sending up reports to his supervisors or just burning the midnight oil to keep from seeing the bad memories. Pulling out a pack of reds and his zippo, Damien placed a tobacco stick in between his lips and lit up, plopping down onto a cushioned office chair behind his desk. As he sucked in the carcinogenic smoke into his lungs, he propped his feet up onto his desk and closed his eyes as he let the heavy guitar riffs and thunderous drums take him away.

His relaxation didn't last long, however.

As he sucked in more smoke, he could see a bright splotch penetrating the skin of his eyelids. Opening his eyes to investigate what the source was, he slowly realized that his LED monitor for his computer was on. A design program was open and the graphic image of a project he had been working on made him snap away from his blissful music-induced purgatory. The image of a set of ivory pistol grips, a set of white lilies wrapped in barbed wire "s**t! Her Christmas present!" He exclaimed before sucking in more smoke, dropping his legs from the desk and pulling a small notepad from inside a drawer in his desk. He had been tasked out so much lately that he had forgotten to finish up a project that he had started at the end of November. The paper on the notepad had been covered with small sketches of what he was going to design on the grips, along with a shopping list of the materials he was going to need to make the item. The Toymaker's desk was cluttered with various papers, styrofoam cups from various fast-food places, and empty prescription medicine bottles- most of which had been long past expired. The only spot that was free of any clutter from behind the desk was a couple of picture frames with a group of bearded men standing in a semi-circle with a raging fire behind them, the other frame holding the picture of three of the men in civilian clothes, holding up shot glasses in a bar. Every time Damien looked at the pictures, he smiled and thought of the old days.

As he attempted to work on his project, he felt his right pocket of his pants begin to vibrate, his ears picking up the faint presence of his cell-phone's ringtone. Putting down his pencil, Damien reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone, seeing a number that he recognized from when he started his operation. He swiped the green icon at the bottom of his phone and held it up to his ear. "Go ahead." He answered, standing up and moving over to a dresser that he had moved into the office from his apartment. The voice on the other end of the line answered. "We got activity over at the Moretti's Club down here." The voice informed Damien as he began to put on a khaki colored Long-sleeve and a leather Affliction Jacket. "Where are you at?" The male-voice asked Damien, a hint of curiosity in his voice as he inquired. "I'm at the shop..." Answered Damien, moving over to a large metal gun safe and punching in his code. "Typing up some reports." As he lied to the Voice about his actions, Damien removed his tan and black Glock 23 Gen 4 from the safe, conducting a brass check before stuffing it into the concealed holster on his hip and trowing his shirt tails over the weapon.

"Well, stop what you're doing and get your a** down here. The DeLucas are over here." Damien paused in the middle of grabbing two extra magazines for his pistol and raised his brow. "Are they showing any hostile intent right now?" He asked as he stuffed the two magazines into his pocket and ensuring that they went into the slots that were sewn inside the fabric. "Given the history of the two groups, do you really think they're trying to have a cup of midnight coffee?" Damien rolled his eyes at the sarcastic statement. "They have to display hostile intent to each other before we can apply it towards anything with the investigation. Regardless. If I magically show up without being told by someone in the DL Family, I run the risk of being compromised. Then this whole investigation and my life goes down the Chicago River."

"Well you better figure something out and get your a** down here." The Voice responded before hanging up. Frustrated at the situation he was in, Damien gripped his phone and fought off every instinct to throw it against the concrete wall across the room. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he shoved the phone into his jacket pocket and began moving to the lobby of his workshop, stopping at his locker near the front door and pulling out a set of tactical gloves and his full-face helmet for his bike. Well, there goes any hope of getting that project done tonight. He quipped in his head as he made his way out the door. As he made his way to his La Muerte Negra parked under the covered driveway, Damien began to run ideas for an excuse as to why he showed up to the party. It was a good thing he had some time before he showed up to the Moretti's Club. He would need the time to get his story straight.

When you’re high who ya flying for
When you ride who ya riding for
When you toast who ya drinking for
When you play, gotta deal with the devil

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Looking over at Lex's words, Toni nodded. He didn't have much of a choice. He swallowed down the thought that he should let her do things her way for something this important. But he couldn't seem to form the words. Every time he tried, his jaw clenched as images of hungry brutes' hands over Lex's delicate body came to his mind. But what if he could let her, just this once. Then he'd make sure she never had to do that kind of work again. He'd let her up in the command. He'd find someone else to take her place. Perhaps he could even recruit from the DeLuca's. Defectors did happen. But it was a risk. Wasn't everything?

Toni stepped out of the car and followed Lex, hovering after her as if she were the one who had demanded they stop for answers. A stoney look fell naturally on his own features as they approached the door. His eyes noted the guards. Something was going on in there. He didn't like this risk, but at least Lex wasn't facing the guards on her own. How could she even seduce, was that the term, it wasn't a term he felt could apply to his Lex, but how could she seduce more than one? They were on the job, it would take a lot to seduce them. Their plan had to be better than that risk.

It took no time at all for them to cross the parking lot. Toni stayed a step behind, although his whole being wanted to throw itself between her and the guards at the doors. There were more than he expected. He could see more coming into the hallway as they approached. He swallowed. They couldn't have recognized him, could they? Had he already endangered the mission? He swallowed hard. There was no time to turn around. They needed this information. With his men celebrating as they should he didn't have the resources to try to figure out in time who they would need to bribe to find out any information on the DeLuca plans. Why hadn't Angelo approached him sooner?

"Get ready to run, if I say so." His voice was low, his lips hardly moved. Then they were in the building. He let Lex play her role, the one he knew she could pull off. He had never doubted Lex, but he couldn't stand to have her continue as she had. She could do this. He had full confidence in her. Those guards, not so much.

[TDA_Romeo]

I have found comfort in someone
Now I’m bound, empty and hollow
I took the pills, I’ve been consumed
I drank the water, I had to choose

DAMIEN CARTHAGE
✄ DeLuca Toymaker

Location: Moretti Club
Company: Rosa, Alessandra,
Status: Joining the Party

The ride up to the actual populated area of the city was rather quiet, all with the exception of the the roar of a V-twin ripping up the side streets that led out from the industrial district and in to the city. The roads were less than idea, luckily the fresh powder that lay on the road provided better traction than if it had been melted and left to freeze. Even with his long sleeve, jacket, and his full face helmet, Damien could still feel the cold grip of the wind on his bones. It was weather like this that made Damien miss his times in the Jungles... Hell, he'd even take the dust bowl of Afghanistan. In Damien's mind, however, both climates had their pros and cons. In the cold, all you needed to do was add a couple more layers as needed. In the heat... you could only down-grade so much, and the heat would still kick your a**. As he straddled the hog on the ride back into the city proper, he continued to play the scenario that he was going to give to any DeLucas he was going to run into when he reached the club.

If Damien had to guess, it only took him twenty minutes to reach the city. in a couple of minutes, he would reach the the road to the Moretti club where the two groups were gathered. As he leaned in to the turn that lead to the street, Damien saw the group of people out on the street that had left the club, causing him to squeeze his break and slow his bike. From behind his visor, Damien scanned the faces of the civilians as he passed, keeping on the lookout for anyone who might be a member of either mobster group. As he rolled up he caught the gaze of various people on the street. They must have thought he was crazy, riding a motorcycle in the middle of a snowy night and exposing himself to the cold. The down and dirty of it, though, was that Damien loved riding his bike. Unless he was transporting something or had more than one person with him, you wouldn't find him on any other mode of transportation. When he rode his Harley, he didn't worry about anything. His memories didn't come back to haunt him. He didn't worry about whether or not Rosa was going to rape his ear about an arms deal going south. The fear of getting pinned as a UC and getting his throat slit wasn't even in his mind. The only thing on Damien's mind when he rode were the good things. The open, welcoming road. The wind rushing against him, and giving him that almost Superman feeling. The spirit of mind to think about all the good things going on with his life... and the possibilities the future might bring.

As he rolled up the street, he caught the sight of the club and the DeLuca foot soldiers that were surrounding the place, as well as the bouncer that was on Rosa's payroll. His observational skills were back to when he was still in the military. He was starting to pick up the suspicious people in the crowds. Picking out the cartel men from the civilians. The insurgents from the village people. He was suddenly back in the jungle. Back in desert. Back in every shitty place Damien had ever been in. Pulling up to the curb and parking his rear wheel to the curb so he could make a quick getaway, if need be. Damien continued to receive the curious stares of the civilians as he passed, even as he removed his helmet- revealing his mo-hawk topped, unshaven head. Now that he was off his bike, the feel-good ride now over, it was time to go to work. Damien unzipped his Affliction leather Jacket, revealing his khaki shirt- his piece still hidden by his shirttails. Damien then began to make his way over to the club, opening the doors and stepping in, his hands by his sides but still close enough to grab his weapon if need be.

He saw the Morettis that faced toward him, Noticing the Moretti Weapons Specialist first. Katerina Volkova. the Moretti equivalent of Damien. She was the one that worried him the most. He had read through her file that the Precinct had provided him. Yeah. She was one to watch out for. Some Russian Mafioso's daughter, with an unrelenting demeanor that rivaled any CIA SAD officer that Damien had the unpleasant experience of working with. And civilians thought water boarding was inhumane. Yeah. She was one hardcore b***h. Although, Damien had to give credit where credit was due... He liked her taste in weapons.

The next person that Damien noticed was that of Kalen Moretti. His made mention of him being stubborn, hard headed individual. Yet there was some underlying feeling in Damien's gut when he looked at the kid. Something he couldn't quite pick up on. He couldn't help but feel as though there was a little apprehension in the kid. Kid. He chuckled a little inside when he used the term. After a few years in the Special Operations Community, everyone was a little childish in Damien's eyes. But his file made him out to be a fairly level-headed kid. If Damien wanted to know more about him, he was going to have to get a hold of someone inside the Moretti's organization. That was an angle he was working on. He stood near the door and watched as the two parties talked it over, his eyes began to scope around the inside of the club, catching the Moretti soldiers that began to come out of the wood work. It was only a few. Inside his tactical gloves, his hands began to sweat. He had to sit there and quietly whisper to himself. "Stay cool. Stay cool." His voice staying low so that only he could hear himself thing. He was hoping that he wasn't going to have another episode. His hands balled into fists at his sides. His thumbs rubbing the hardened knuckles of his gloves as he did his best to keep his composure and not go back to Uruzgan. So far it was working... and he was giving nothing away to show that he was on edge. As he continued to watch the Morettis on the perimeter of Rosa and Alessandra and the Moretti reps, his ears were on the four that were talking, waiting for anything that could trigger a situation.

When you’re high who ya flying for
When you ride who ya riding for
When you toast who ya drinking for
When you play, gotta deal with the devil

[TDA_Romeo]

SAMUEL JOHNATHAN PATRICK
ϟ Moretti Hacker

Location: Moretti Club, Back office -> Bar
Company: Kat, Kalen, DeLuca Sisters, Damien
Status: Thirsty

The computer screen in front of Patrick was littered with DOS-style script boxes, notepads, and various programming tools as he typed away furiously on his keyboard, his eyes dancing from one section of his monitor to the other- the stick of a sucker poking from the corner of his mouth. As he typed, his earbuds were stuck in his ears, the heavy bass of dubstep and rave music pumping into his ear canals in a vain attempt to block out any distraction. Samuel's eyes constantly going over to the handgun that the Bureau had issued him. He hated the fact that he had been given the damn contraption. He hated the fact that he had to carry it with him. Most of the time, he simply left the damn thing in his computer desk drawer, never having to see it. Sam hated the use of firearms- any weapons really. He deplored violence. It just wasn't his nature. When he was forced to take the Glock by his SAC, Patrick was rather crossed. The only time he had touched a gun was when during his initial training at Quantico. He still hated the shooting and cleaning the damn thing. Sam couldn't figure out how Kat could enjoy the contraptions. He had to admit though, she did look pretty amazing when she held them.

After almost a half-hour of furious typing, Samuel started to feel his eyes become heavy. Every time he blinked all he saw were algorithms and code. On top of it all, his throat became dry and demanded that he fix the problem. He'd clearly been at it for too long. After creating roughly another ten lines of code, he rubbed his eyes and decided that he was finally at a good stopping point and rose lazily from his computer chair and stretched his arms high over his head as he arched his back and yawned with the bass equal to that of a wild animal. Cringing as he felt each muscle in his body stiffen then relax, Sam threw his handgun into the drawer of the desk. Why would he need it? He was at their headquarters for god sake. How could anything go wrong? S.J. made his way out of the back office and out to the emptying club.

Once he entered the main area of the club, Sam noticed the usual Moretti drones that stood their posts on the perimeter of the club. The sight being a common occurrence, he thought nothing of them and simply walked past and made his way to the bar area,only making it half way before noticing that there were more gangsters than normal- along with seeing the reason for the added security. He noticed the DeLuca sisters with the the Second in Command of the Morettis, along with the Weapons Specialist, Volkova. The bar was a volatile situation... unfortunately, it was also the only place he was going to be able to get a drink. S.J. looked away from the bar when he then noticed the cage-fighter man standing over by the door. He didn't match the others that normally frequented the club. Nor did he look like any member of the Moretti Organization. He stuck out like a sore thumb to S.J. After a minute of observing the scenario, he made his way over to the end of the bar and motioned to the bartender to grab him a beer, hoping that he was invisible to the others. Sam knew that if s**t hit the fan, he might be called upon to fight with the others. Something that scared him to the point that he would have an out of body experience.

[Xothe_jer_bearXo]

Wearing

Lights flickered in the room as Lex came to. She didn't remember much before her world went black. As she tried to gain her bearings, her head throbbed. The last thing she remembered was Toni telling her that when he said to run she needed to run and then they walked into the building. She had tried to play her role as best as she could but she could tell the guards hadn't believed her. Instead of the eyes being on her, their attention had been on Toni. He had tried to grab her hand or arm to lead her out before the shots had been fired and then she was screaming. One of the guards had grabbed her and just out of the corner of her eye, she had seen one of the bullets hit Toni, she wasn't sure where he had been hit but it didn't matter. Everything had gone wrong and if Toni died she didn't know what she would do. Finally her instincts kicked in and she tried to fight back. The guard had dropped her and she started to make her way towards the door and to Toni before a bullet hit her and she was knocked out.

Blood ran down one of her arms from the wound from her shoulder, she groaned in pain as she opened her eyes. The lights blinded her and she couldn't see where she was exactly but she had a pretty good idea she had been taken from the warehouse and was being held by the De Luca's but the only thing that really mattered to her was if Toni was still alive. If he wasn't, his death was on her hands. She understood why he had gone with her but if he had just waited in the car none of this would have happened but still she didn't believe, refused to believe that Antonio Moretti was dead. Finally the door opened and one of the guards from the warehouse walked in. He didn't say anything, just stood by the door. She tried to see if she had any wiggle room in the rope that bound her hands behind her back but who ever had tied it had been thorough. She knew she was in deep s**t and that it was a matter of time before Rosa De Luca walked through those door.

Alex didn't have to wait long before the mob princess walked in. She didn't give the guard a passing glance before she stood in front of Lex. She didn't have time to see it coming before the other women's fist connected with her jaw. Lex could feel her lip bleeding and saw the fury in Rosa's eyes as she got closer to her face. "Where is she?!" Lex looked at her blankly, "Who?" Another slap came, making Lex's head throb even more. "You know who. Don't play dumb. Now where is she?" It took a moment before Lex remembered that Rosa had a younger sister, Alessandra or something like that and she just shook her head. She really didn't know and even if she did she wouldn't tell. She wasn't a talker, now was the time to put herself to the test on whether or not she would die before she told the De Luca's anything and she vowed she would never talk.

[TDA_Romeo]

I have found comfort in someone
Now I’m bound, empty and hollow
I took the pills, I’ve been consumed
I drank the water, I had to choose

DAMIEN CARTHAGE
✄ DeLuca Toymaker

Location: Warehouse
Company: Rosa, Alexandra DeCarte
Status:

After the debacle at the Moretti's Club, Damien had a hell of a time trying to explain to his superiors what exactly happened, as well as how he wasn't completely involved in the incident. While, he didn't do anything to compromise his position, he definitely wasn't exactly just a witness to the place being razed by the DeLuca sisters. It took some silver tongue skills to convince them that he wasn't compromised and that he was good to go with the rest of the investigation. While he wasn't sure how much confidence they absolutely had in him as an Undercover, he knew that they had enough to allow him to stay on. Ever since he left the meeting though, all he did was fantasize about grabbing that arrogant p***k DiMaggio and wringing his neck until it was nothing but ooze between his fingers. The audacity of him...

Although, in the back of his mind, he couldn't say that the man was completely wrong.

It was looking like he was going to be able to get some headway on Rosa's present for the night, when Damien had received a call from Rosa demanding that his presence was needed at the warehouse. When she spoke, she seemed too focused. She said nothing other than the order for him to get to the warehouse and to bring what she called "The Talking Kit". Nothing she said made any sense to him. Then there was the matter of the kit- suddenly he knew that he was going to have to make someone talk. That matter was clear. He had grabbed the kit from the workshop, merely a large black military bag, similar to the kind that the Eighteen Deltas carried with them. The only difference was that this bag didn't alleviate people from pain... It caused it. Damien hated when he had to use it, deep down, it killed him inside every time he had to use it.

When he arrived at the warehouse, it took Damien no time to meet up with a DeLuca Soldier and get the low-down. He wasn't even off his bike before he started speaking. "What's going on here, Gio?" He asked as he entered, moving with a sense of urgency and motioning for the man come with him as he made his way into the building. "We caught ourselves a Moretti Puttana trying to break in." Damien took a deep breath and shook his head. "Caraca. First the club, now I got to deal with this s**t. Where's the boss?" Damien stopped several feet away from the entrance and turned to get an answer from the man. "She's already inside." Damien barely let Gio finish his statement before he fired another question at the man. "Who are we dealing with here?"
"Her name's Alexandra DeCarte, our insider tell us that she's the Primary Acquisition Specialist for the Moretti's."
"Their Thief, eh? She must not be very good if she got caught. Age?"
"Twenty-Seven."
"I'm wearing my ear-piece, so get me some information on this b***h and I'll try to spook her into talking."
"One more thing you ought to know before you go in... Lessy's missing."

Damien's eyes widened upon receiving the news. "Mãe de Deus. Thanks for the heads-up. See if you can make any headway on that info, please." Damien may have not really held a position of power over the DeLuca grunts, but when he had to do a job, he wanted to make sure he had every tool possible to be effective. The theft of their weapons shipment was one thing. Even the attempted break in would make Rosabella DeLuca a little upset. But the kidnapping of her baby sister? She was liable to raze every city from Chicago to Rome. Damien had to figure something out to level the Mob Princess into a cooled state. If only for a moment. As Damien neared the room, he had already caught Rosabella mid-slap of the Moretti woman. As he listened to the Rosa's outburst, Damien crouched down on the ground and opened up the front accessory pocket on his pack, pulling out a half-mask and throwing it over the bottom half of his face as he covered the top of his head with the hood of his jacket. He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of M-frames and throwing them over his eyes.

Part of the get-up was for his own protection. Another side of it was simply the psychological effect it had on people. There was just something about not knowing who was doing these bad things to you. He remembered when he was going through SERE and he kept getting interrogated night after night by the damn instructors and never knowing who the hell was the one breaking his damn hand over and over again. Then the last part, was the fact that he didn't want the girl to see Damien's own disgust in what he was going to have to do if she didn't want to just give him answers.

His costume ready, Damien picked his bag back up and threw it over his shoulder and made his way into the threshold of the door, standing defiantly in the middle of the door way. From head to toe, the man was dressed in all black with the exception of the white skull painted over the cloth that covered his mouth. As he stood there, there was one saying that kept repeating in his head. 'Homem de Preto, o que é que você faz? Eu faço coisas que assustam Satanás!' Over and over, the saying repeated in his head. Man in Black, what is it that you do? I do things that scare Satan. After several long moments of standing in the doorway, Damien hit his hard-knuckle glove against the metal door, the sound reverberating through the open room rather loudly. He hoped that it got Rosa's attention, more importantly, he hoped that it scared the s**t out of the Moretti girl. With his presence announced, Damien made his way over to a metal table and set his bag down, unzipping it and turning towards Rosa and the Thief, awaiting his cue to step in.

When you’re high who ya flying for
When you ride who ya riding for
When you toast who ya drinking for
When you play, gotta deal with the devil

[f a l l i n 4 d a n c e]

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The past few hours had been wearing on Rosabella, it was as if her seams were about to burst. No one could find Aless anywhere, it didn't matter how many men she sent out for reconnaissance, the Italian girl was no where to be seen. An unfamiliar feeling of fear bubbled in the pit of Rosabella's stomach as she refrained from pacing outside of the warehouse door, waiting for the stupid Moretti girl to wake up. Normally Rosabella was in full control of her own emotions and her actions, but this was Aless and as much as Rosabella liked to think she'd be calm and cool even when it came to the younger girl, that wasn't the case when something actually happened. For Heaven's sake Lessy was her baby sister!

For what had to be the millionth time Rosabella played the prior night in her head. Somehow she had lost sight. Alessandra was capable of getting herself out of a bind, there was no way that she would have allowed herself to get trapped by the Morettis.

It felt like forever before the security tapes showed the girl finally waking up. With great restrain Rosabella remained where she was counting the seconds of each minute, calming herself as best she could. Moretti's little slut would have the answers. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours, really it wasn't half as long as Rosabella had expected when she turned on her heels and walked to the room.

As soon as she past through the door her eyes fell on the slight girl and everything but Alessandra fell from her mind. Poised to strike Rosabella crossed the small space in a matter of rapid steps, already her fist pulled backward and smashed rewardingly into the girl's delicate features, pain shot across her face, but Rosabella remained impassive. "Where is she?" She hissed, trying to maintain her careful façade. "Who?" So she was going to play innocent, was she? Anger burned white hot through Rosabella. It would get her no where. She had to stay poised. Rosabella's eyes narrowed. "You know who, don't play dumb." She had to reign her choicest words in. "Now, where is she?" She spat out through gritted teeth. Recognition floated to the girl's face. Ah, yes, she knew what Rosa was talking about. There was no hiding it, not even with the shake of her head. Well Rosabella could make her break. She'd make Moretti wish he hadn't abandoned his little whore on her front steps.

Carefully masked rage, as long as she didn't let it get the best of her. Her control was starting to slip as she felt desperation. Rosabella leaned forward, gripping the Moretti girl's forearm with vise like hands, her thumb digging into the bullet wound with increasing pressure. Hands that seemed so delicate, so beautiful, full of her anger and her strength. The girl would talk.

Metallic ringing echoed through the room. He was there. Finally he was there. He'd make the slut talk. He'd find out what they had done with Lessy. Rosabella leaned closer to the girl, pressure never ending on the bullet wound. "I'd suggest you talk, it only gets worse from here." Her low voice warned, before she let the smaller girl's arm go and glanced over at Damien's masked face. The face that could frighten so many, the relief she felt with him there was almost palpable. She didn't care what fight they had gotten into, he'd help her. If anyone could it was Damien. As always when around Damien she could feel just how fragile her mask was. With a nod she signaled him to start, turning away for a moment to compose herself before she turned to watch what Damien would do to the girl. Panic was threatening to get to her, but Rosabella pushed it down, smoothing over the cracks of her carefully built being and focusing on the girl.

How long would it take to break her? Would it be the pain, or the psychological torture? Placing herself in her normal torture stature, Rosabella blocked out how personal the information she needed from the girl was. As long as she paid attention to the two of them before her and not on where Lessy might be she'd be fine.

[TDA_Romeo]

I have found comfort in someone
Now I’m bound, empty and hollow
I took the pills, I’ve been consumed
I drank the water, I had to choose

DAMIEN CARTHAGE
✄ DeLuca Toymaker

Location: Warehouse
Company: Rosa, Alexandra DeCarte

Damien sighed and rolled his neck, hearing this vertebrae crack as he loosened up for his part in the interrogation. He then began to flail his hands about, making sure that they were loose and ready for the next series of events. He then began to take his items out of his bag. He first took out a small black roll bag and set it to the side, followed by a pen and a pad of paper. He then began to write down a list of items on the paper. Most of which, to someone who didn't know what the intent of the items, seemed completely unorthodox. A wooden box with cover- no bigger than five-foot-five by sixteen inches? A set of speakers, max volume 120 Decibels? An office cooler jug filled with water. The list became more and more uncanny as it went on. To Damien though, there was a method to the madness of his requests. Once his list was completed, he emptied out the remainder of what was in his back pack zipped it closed and opened the roll bag to display the contents, he then whistled over to a pair of DeLuca grunts and motioned to the table with a simple head nod before pointing that he wanted the table to be a few feet away from where Alexandra sat, close enough to get a good look at what was there to get her to talk, but far enough away for her to be unable to reach them if there was a struggle.

As the table was moved closer to his victim, Damien walked over to Rosa, the rubber soles of his boots clicking against the pavement and echoing through the open warehouse. Damien then passed the list to the woman. "I need these items. And whoever goes and gets it, make sure when they come back they have a pistol topped off with blanks." He told her quietly, so that only she could hear him. It was a struggle for Damien to say just that. He was lucky he was wearing everything to hide his face. If she saw the sorrow in his eyes, he knew that she wouldn't let Damien go through with it. She had already seen it before, all the confessions he had with her over the last couple of years. All the times he had told her about his brothers while he was in the Army. She had comforted Damien more times than he liked to admit. Now, Damien knew it was a time to comfort her, but he couldn't. He wanted to ignore the fact that there was a captured foe in the room and just hold Rosa and tell her that 'Everything will be okay'. He understood that he couldn't do that, though. Not now. There would be time for that later. Now, it was time to give her the satisfaction of seeing someone be hurt through her will.

With the list handed off, Damien turned his back to Rosa and defiantly made his way over to the b***h in the chair. While he knew that she couldn't see his eyes, they burned with a fiery hatred and unshaking resolve. As he arrived at the table with his torture implements, Damien surveyed what laid before him. Inside the slots of the roll bag was a small assortment of surgical tools. Scalpels, forceps, separators, surgical tubing, small retractor tools small scissors. Apart from what was in the roll bag, there were several sets of clear thick plastic bags, a towel with four full one-liter water bottles, thin zip ties, a hand-crank drill, numerous needles and syringes, a Specula-type device and a sleeveless black T-shirt. As Damien looked everything over, he smirked under his mask. Everything was good. The medical instruments were nice and shiny, everything was splayed out as though his way having an inspection by his instructors back at Selection.

As though he was admiring the implement, Damien picked up one of his small scalpels and held it up to the light, watching how it danced off the mirror-like stainless steel. "Here's the deal: You answer my questions, and nothing will happen. If you lie to me, or if I think you're not telling me a whole truth, then the pain happens and you force my hand. Now, I am only going to ask you this nicely one time, Miss DeCarte.. Just this one time." His voice sounding twistedly calm and sadistic as he started his warning. He then slowly moved over to the girl, stopping a few inches away and towering over her like an Jaguar ready to pounce on its prey. His hand gripping the scalpel like a doctor ready to make an incision. "Onde é Alessandra DeLuca?"

When you’re high who ya flying for
When you ride who ya riding for
When you toast who ya drinking for
When you play, gotta deal with the devil

[deathangelle]

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Clicks filled the room then a crash from a metal hitting metal filled the room. The only light that filled the room was coming from monitors. Then a loud crashed filled the room with a yell of aggravation then silence. Falling back into her chair Mary-Jane had her eyes closed while slowing her breathing. Leaning forward she rested her elbows on the now empty spot that she just cleared of garbage and books. Rubbing her eyes since she felt her eyes begin to tear up. Shaking her head pull it together rolling her chair back in front of the monitors she moved her fingers over the keyboard trying to get into the database of Moretti's hacker. Hearing her friend was taken last night she had been working none stop only to down a redbull. She was glad that she went through all the walls already since she was trying to get the intel about the weapons. On one screen she was using it to track down the vehicle that they used to take the guns. She hacked into the traffic camera's to find images that looked exactly liked the car so she could try and figure out the route they went so she could tell someone about it. While that was on one screen she used the other two monitors to try and get into the hackers computers camera or find pinpoint locations of where he was at since one of his spots had to be the main base.

A tear slipped down one of her eyes since she kept staring at the screen hardly blinking while going through the information so fast. If she didn't see anything helpful she closed it or pushed stuff to the side. A cough then filled the room, jumping, Mary-Jane turned to look at Arnie since it was on of those coughs for attention. Raising an eyebrow at him since she wanted to get back to work. "Maybe you should take a -?" cutting himself off since Mary-Jane was shooting him a death glare that told him to shut up or she would hurt him. Swiftly turning around she quickly went back to her work moving her fingers onto her screen she tapped on an image zooming in and almost cried since it wasn't what she needed. Slamming her hands down on her keyboard she rested her elbows on the desk while her hands held her head up. Looking down at her keyboard she refused to cry since she wasn't alone in the room and it also wouldn't help her find Ali. Where did they hide you? She looked up waiting for the locations of where the hacker stayed to pop up which would make her happy.

A thought then crossed her mind. Thinking about the conversation with Dante about seducing some old farts. She chewed on her bottom lip at the though of even trying to talk sexy. Rolling her eyes since she didn't even have any kind of clothes to do the job. Looking at the screen with the images of the car with the stolen goods so far three pictures popped up. Tapping her fingers on the table she moved her hands to the screen tapping it the map of the city popped up showing where the three pictures were taken from. Staring at the screen a smile was on her lips if this worked it might lead to Ali. A folder then caught her attention I could use that but Ali and Rosabelle would kill me if they found out, well the entire gang actually.

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[TDA_Romeo]

SAMUEL JOHNATHAN PATRICK
ϟ Moretti Hacker

Location: Moretti Mansion
Company: None ATM

Things were rediculously hectic in the Moretti camp. Thanks to the DeLucas kidnapping Toni's main squeeze, SJ was busy with trying to look at all the parties that were involved in the incident at the club. He watched the videos from every camera angle that was available catching the DeLucas and identifying them one by one, saving the clearest screenshots to a detachable hard drive for further review. He caught the images of the Deluca sisters from most of the cameras, he had to admit, for being cold-hearted bitches, they were quite stunning. They weren't as stunning as Kat though. From the angle he had seen her in one image, he could have sworn she was looking at the camera and knew that he was going to see her. SJ guiltily saved that image as his personal desktop background. As he continued to play through the videos, SJ came upon the image of "Mr. Punk Rock", as he called the man, standing next to the door. As he looked at the man, he came to the same conclusion that he had made at the club. The man just didn't fit the company that he kept. The aura he projected- even through the camera- didn't mix with the likes of the DeLucas or the Morettis, or even Organized Crime for that matter. The Hacker made a mental note of it to look the man up as a person of interest for further investigation.

Even after twenty minutes of looking through the hundreds of hours of tape from the night for the ten-thousandth time, SJ was still no closer to piecing everything together. He had enough for weapons charges, prostitution charges, and drug charges for the organization, he didn't have enough to really stick them for serious stuff. Ahab was going to have to keep fishing for his white whale. Finally tired of looking for something in the digital videos, SJ grabbed the Chinese take-out box and his chop sticks, scooping noodle after noodle of beef chow mein into his mouth for a second of peace.

His relaxation was cut short, however, when his computer suddenly began to sound the all-hands alert. SJ, looked up from his take out and quickly noticed that there was a foreign IP suddenly in his system. "Son of a b***h!" He muttered under his breath as he quickly took a hold of his keyboard and furiously began to trace the IP back to the originator, launching a legion of Worms, Trojans, Adware, spyware, anything that would disrupt his cyber visitor while he undid the damage and improved the network's security. Plus, SJ was certain that the visitor would find the I Can Haz Cheezburger kittens, Skyrim Warriors, Zoidberg GIFs, all the other internet memes amusing while they went to work trying to get everything right again. Atleast he was considerate enough to give some humor along with the damage.

[deathangelle]

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Going back to looking at files she was about to get access to one of the active computers cameras but she was blocked. Frowning she was about to get to typing but crap started popping up. Realizing she was busted she started to fight through all the stuff that was being sent to her computer. Half the stuff was blocked because of the protection she had up but the meme's were going through like a flood. "Ugh no, no, no" she typed faster while closing files that were being sent to her.

She had a her game face on now while her fingers flashed over her keyboard trying to fight her way through the stuff but more and more kept coming. She then looked at the other folder figuring it would be her last resort if this guy succeeded in booting her out completely. Once she got the memes she didn't know if she should be upset or not. Going with upset she worked harder while more images popped up on the screen of the get away car.

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(ooc: writer block sorry)

[f a l l i n 4 d a n c e]

Over the course of the past twelve hours Toni had rediscovered just how limiting it was to be the boss. Again and again the limits of his position had been provided for him in a sort of living nightmare. Arms forced him into a submission he couldn't resist, not with the throbbing in his side. Doctors insisted he rest, but he couldn't. The worst case imaginable had occurred leaving Lexi in their hands. Toni's eyes involuntarily closed as if he could shut out the images that thought brought on but the action only caused the images to focus more clearly. He slammed the heels of his hands into his temples, his shoulder aching with the sudden movement. Aching, now there was a term for it. His whole body was throbbing, screaming in pain, but it was only a mere aching compared to the mental anguish of losing her. No. He hadn't lost her. He couldn't lose her. There was still a chance. This wasn't like his brother. This time he would do everything he could.

Toni started pacing again, each step a small agony of his own. He'd tried everything. He'd sent men after her, he'd placed his hacker on surveillance for her, he'd - in a rather hallow attempt - sent someone to question the DeLuca girl they'd managed to snag. Hours ago he'd abandoned blame, the questions had been continuously circling his mind as his wounds had been inspected. Had Lexi listened to him, had Angelo thought through the plan more closely, had Toni been able to stop it... Had, what itfs, they wouldn't bring her back. He had abandoned her now he would have to get her back. He owed it to her, after all he was the reason she had even been in that position. But what could he do beyond what he was doing? Pacing a room while everyone else did the work? He had thought he'd lay down his life before she could be taken, and yet he hadn't even been allowed that freedom, that choice.

The scenes of the night before played through his mind again as he turned and slowly moved across the room again. The guards suspicion, his own intention to turn back, then the shots. He'd seen Lexi hit, but she had still been struggling against the arms that grabbed her, his own mind barely registering the impact to his side where a bullet had torn into his muscled stomach (the doctor's told him that it was lucky it had missed anything vital). He had tried to rush for Lexi, aiming his own gun and firing it as best he could as arms grabbed his and pulled him backwards. One of the men near Lexi had gone down. Something had impacted with his shoulder (later he heard it narrowly missed the bone). He'd struggled all the way back to the car he was shoved in, the men refusing to listen to him, had he not recognized them once he had been locked in, he would have assumed they were DeLuca's men. Instead Angelo had sent men after him on a second thought, just in case. If Angelo weren't family Toni would have had him taken care of.

And of course if he had just stayed at the club they wouldn't be trying to assess the damage of the place in it's half burned down state. He'd missed DeLuca's visit, missed the flames, and ruined everything all in the course of one night. Effectively making him question if he was even suited for his position. He had jeopardized everything by going with Lex, his mind wasn't clear because of her.

These thoughts had to stop. He couldn't keep thinking about them. They were torture and they would do nothing to help Lexi. He turned his course again, this time instead of following the worn thread of the carpet in a straight line again he headed toward the door. Maybe S.J. had found something.

It didn't take Toni long to find his most prominent hacker. He let himself into the computer room to see S.J.'s annoyed features. "What have you found?" His tone was tense, a mix of tightly reigned in emotions. Toni eased himself into a chair, he didn't care about appearances anymore. He hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, he'd run his hands through his short hair so many times it stuck out at odd angles, and the smell of nicotine permeated the air around his disheveled appearance.

[TDA_Romeo]

SAMUEL JOHNATHAN PATRICK
ϟ Moretti Hacker

Location: Moretti Mansion
Company: Antonio Moretti

S.J. quickly began to activate every random password generator for the Moretti network firewalls, at the same time, he worked to get the footage that Antonio had requested. Sam hoped that with the random passwords changing every thirty seconds, he wouldn't have to worry about someone hacking into their systems again- or at least give Sam some time to do what he needed to move the files without compromise. While his password generators worked on locking the doors into their system, S.J. went to work kicking out every IP address that he didn't recognize from their network. He then quickly went to work moving the group's important computer files to a more secure network. A network he had set up for his colleagues at the FBI. The agent hoped that they would find something damning and he would be able to get out of this assignment faster than a virus on a adult tube site. When the Mob Prince told Sam to find a way to figure out where Lexi was taken. The man had sounded pissed when he asked over twenty four hours ago, so after hours of hacking into every DeLuca network he could, hiding his tracks, sifting through the footage of the Chicago street cameras, and going to work at the firewalls of the DeLuca network, hoping that he would be able to bring up the warehouse security footage from the to see what kind of vehicles they had bought so he actually knew what kind of vehicles they had taken Alex in.

After finishing his fifteen scan of the network, S.J. continued to try to hack into the DeLuca security camera at the warehouse. Taking extra care to try to make sure his tracks were covered and he wasn't going to be seen inside the system. As he typed the coding to assure his stealthy penetration of the DeLuca network, the voice of the Moretti boss caught him off guard, causing him to jump in his chair. "s**t!" He cursed, his hands jerking and sending cans of Monsters, Red Bulls and Mountain Dews flying off his desk. "You just scared the ******** out of me." The Hacker took a couple of controlled breaths as he closed his eyes and regained his composure, then went back to typing away on his keyboard. "Well, until I got a hit that our own network had been compromised- if I had to make an educated guess, it was probably someone from the DeLucas. I had been working on getting the footage you wanted."

With exception of when the Moretti boss came in, S.J. hadn't looked away from the computer monitors as he typed away, making sure that the coding was precise and his presence wasn't picked up as the penetrated the DeLuca network and after a few minutes of sifting around, he had found their security camera footage of their various properties. As he accessed the files, he realized that he didn't know which warehouse Toni and Alex tried to infiltrate. He looked up from his monitor for the first time since the boss came in and looked over to him. "You know which warehouse you broke into?" He asked as he flipped through the various camera feeds of multiple buildings.

[deathangelle]

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Cursing up a storm Mary-Jane slammed down on her keyboard since she was blocked out now. She almost pushed her monitors over but roped in her anger in before she stood up to do so. Slowing her breathing she began to count to ten figuring the old trick might help, it didn't. A noise then went off on her monitor looking at the screen she moved her fingers over the screen and it was all the pictures of the vehicle that stole their guns. Looking up at the other monitor she showed the path that the car took and she smirked a little since the cars path lead to a secluded area with only a few options of where the guns were. Tapping on the map it zoomed into the last spot and showed the live fed of the area. She wiggled in her chair while figuring out the controls to the camera. Moving it slightly she was able to she the buildings in the area now it was jus tto determine which ones were associated with the Moretti's. Going through the files that she had already attained before being booted out she did a search for anything in that location. While waiting for that search to finish she began to dig threw her locked files for the one she needed.


Taking a deep breathe she paced a tired look on her face and turned to look at Arnie. "Hery Arnie I'm tired I'm going to hit the hay but your on my bed and," she gave a sheepish look while crossing her arms over her chest. " I sleep nude," her cheeks went bright red and so did Arnie's which he quickly got up and cleared his throat while pointing at the door. "I'll be down the hall give me a shout when you wake up." Embaressed Marry-Jane nodded her head and waited till Arnie left the room for letting a breathe that she was holding. Like I would sleep in the nude even though it was a lie she still blushed even harder not wanting to know what Arnie thought of that. Shaking her head to clear it she stared at the file on her screen and tapped on to it. "Maybe it would be a smart idea to see if its even on," grabbing her phone she dialed Ali's number in crossing her fingers she pressed send and waited for the first ring.

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