Mafia:The Old School Versus The New Age O/A [Check News]

Add a law enforcement racket in the near future?

Should be interesting.	60.0%	[ 12 ]
Meh...	15.0%	[ 3 ]
We no like da po-po!!	15.0%	[ 3 ]
Poll gold?	10.0%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 20 ]

[Keiko Misaki Rp]

==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ====Mya Sophia Rezue==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
==== ☠ ====C.E.O Weapon Trafficking==== ☠ ====

Mya smiled at his excitement it was admirable in a man when they took pride and passion in what they did for a living. She was rather disappointed she didn't have closer relationships with the CEOs now...but she couldn't afford the emotional attachment...her father had stressed that importance.

"Its hardly your birthday present Alphonz I can do so much better then that...there is a shipment coming in from Japan and I translated the reports myself." She said smiling at him. "The only problem is I can't hack into the ships coordinates in order to change them." She finished looking at him smirking slightly.

She flipped open her phone as she heard it beep incessantly. Dameon was already gone and she could see why...She let out a sigh as she sent a quick text to Tobias...he may be the heavy hitter for the Syndicate...but she personally liked his methods. 'I have a task for you.'

"I will be more then happy to ride with you." She said looking back up at Alphonz wondering just where they might go for dinner.

==== ☠ ===="...I see the fear within your eyes, its what drives me to pull the trigger..."==== ☠ ====

[Kaiyzen]

Bruce Maddox/DiSarrono/Sgarrista

Bruce rolled his eyes at Jacob's stern response. He threw his hands up as if he were giving up on a lost cause regarding the nicknames. He chuckled a bit as he brought the speckled filter of his cigarette up to his lips for a quick drag. He pulled a load of smoke deep into his chest in which he held it for a moment. He exhaled shortly after in order to release the smoke. A thick cloud seemed from between his lips as well as from his nose. The smoke as broken up as he started to speak upon exhaling.

"What-eva JD. Yer no fun.. To me you'll always be my little JD, but fer now I guess I don't have-ah choice but tah call yah Jack out here.."

He shrugged it off. Bruce realized he was still sitting sideways in his chair facing Jacob. After taking another drag, he started straightening himself up in order to be in the correct seated position of a vehicle. His eyes wandered about the interior of the car, along the dash, across the buttons of the radio, the meters behind the steering wheel, as he tried passing the time. Bruce was growing restless. He would pay to just stretch his legs. Occasionally he would turn to Jacob as he got on the phone with his various contacts. Sensing the frustration in his voice from time to time, Bruce refrained from giving him too many friendly 'ribbings.' One particular conversation caught Bruce's attention, granted he did not speak many languages other than English, Italian, and a little bit of Spanish, he was able to decipher certain key words that would reveal subject matter.

"So, they're trynna sniff us out eh Jacky boy? Those damn Syndicate pricks really know how to annoy two gentlemen such as ourselves, am I right guy? Fuggin' ay."

[Valkore Fraust]

When John got home, it was only a matter of time before he crashed on the couch. He was tired and sore. Not that it'd stop him from doing any work, the man just wanted to relax until he got called in. Chongo hopped on the couch, cramming himself in the space between John and the couch.

"Oi," John groaned, turning on the TV. At this point, he wasn't even paying attention to the tube. He was watching Chongo try to find a comfortable position. "There's no bloody room," John told the dog. Chongo gave John a low, annoyed growl before laying down on the other empty couch by himself. Now John wanted to watch TV. Flipping to his recordings, John played an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, one he missed.

[B1663R]

"You Are About To Enter My world....."

☠☣☭Vladimir Zeroff Zirharko☭☣☠
[ - DiSarrono Family - ]
[- Caporegime | Assassin | Interrogator-]

☭Vladimir watched as Isabella fixed his collar, her fingers brushing against the thick scar that was usually hidden by his dog like collar. Though at the touch of it he noted that she had shied away from it, his eyes fixed on her as she seemed to flee away from him with her words trailing behind her. His cool eyes turned from his office door and went back to dressing him self, taking the knife from his hair and sharping it. It was a simple but the blade was elegant, designed as if it were meant for surgery in some hospital, he had actually made the knife himself. Making it much like a scalpel but could fold up to half its size for more secretive hiding on his person.
_____He placed it back in his hair, clipping it securely in his hair at the base of his scalp. He shook his head to make sure it didn't move and turned to his charcoal suit jacket. Then he put in contact lenses to change his eye color and to top it all off he put on a sleek pair of glasses. He looked in the mirror and reverted to a certain 'character' he had in mind, 'Alphonz' to be exact, the russain man knew little of him other than the man being a Syndicate leader of some sort. His contact had sent him the picture of the man earlier and for the most part Vlad had copied the mans outfit down. except for the jeans and black turtle neck, but he intended to put those on later when it mattered. He went to his closet and selected a pair of jeans and turtle neck and walked out the door of his office, he was ready for this game he would put in motion.
☭Vlad strolled down the hallway walking past the secretary, giving her a wink as he passed on his way to the garage. Reaching there in a matter of moments and had the valet pull his car around, he went into the trunk and grabbed a license plate that had been planted in his car by one of his soldiers. He then got into the car and drove out of the garage and into the street, he would get this done and have the praise of his master after the day she had had. He lit a cigarette and drove down the street, taking his time until he heard his track phone go off again at another text message. He opened his phone, reading it and texted quickly before closing it, turning down a different street and speeding up more to get to his destination that much faster.

- [ 30 Minutes Later ] -

☭Vladimir sighed softly in content as he watched his soldier drove into the abandoned parking lot, putting the Mercedes Benz SLS into park and handing Vlad the keys. He in turn gave his soldier the keys to his car, and swapped pistols with him, he didnt have to ask if it was clean he knew his man wouldnt slip up on his orders. He had trained all of his men well, he made sure they never made mistakes especially ones like these. Vlad took out a screw driver and went to the back of the car putting on the license plate he had received earlier on the Mercedes Benz. After he was finished he got back in the car and drove off, knowing that his soldier would take care of his own car.

- [ 1 Hour Later ] -

☭Vlad sat in the back seat of the car as he slipped on a pair of black gloves, then wiped the gun of any finger prints; he was fully dressed as the man he was impersonating. He was glad for his slim figure for he knew the man wasnt exactly bulk. So he was able to to pull off his look rather closely enough to be mistaken from a distance maybe even closer, but it the facade wouldnt hold up for more then a few seconds if someone that knew him came too close. Vladimir prepared himself for the task at hand and stepped out of the car gun in hand as he spotted the target. A bruised and beaten Marco limping out of his safe house still thinking he was in the clear, a deadly assumption that would now claim his life.
_____The russain man strode towards him in graceful strides pulling the gun from its holster and coming up behind Marco holding the end of the pistol to his back making him freeze in his place.
"You were a fool to think you'd live long enough to even see the end of this day... May the devil take your spirit my puppet....for your flesh is mine.."
_____He said coolly in the man's ear before putting his foot to the back of Marco's knee making him fall to his knees on the ground then kneeing him in the back of the head until he laid sprawled out on the ground groaning in pain as the people of the sidewalk gave the scene before them room. a crowd quickly forming as Marco got up to run for his life even though his efforts were futile; his doom had finally come.
"The syndicate sends its regards!"
_____Vladimir shouted in a different accent then his own, and lifted the gun into plain sight seeing everyone around scatter like roaches in light and shot Marco in the back until the entire clip was empty. Then he walked back to the Mercedes and drove out of the area watching as civilians got on phones and he knew they'd play they're part perfectly, his precious predictable puppets. He sped quickly away from the scene and once he was out of the area he parked the car in an alley and changed into his usual attire, and put his costume into a suite case along with the license plate. Leaving the alley through a side door of a store, purchasing a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes before walking down the sidewalk. Taking his phone out and texting Donatella.

- It is done.. check the local news, the finger is pointed at the Syndicate.. -

"...Where Life And Death Are Meaningless And Pain Is My God."

((sorry for the wait... i was totally mind blocked.. xP))