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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:55 pm
Angel laughed a little, "Forget about it." he looked at Tiffany, "Want some?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:57 pm
((You pun me? o_o *innocence* ))
Bubba wiped his forehead of the blood on it. Wait - Damn it. Blood. I'll have to clean up... that's just great.... These were Bubba's thoughts. That pesky automatic would have to accompany this resilient mechanic to the bottom of the sea, as well.
Bubba grabbed the neck of Ace's shirt, dragging him up off the ground and to his feet. Headbutt- bang! Ouch- must have hurt.
Dropping Ace now, Bubba instructed his mechanical eye to watch Ace intently for movement, while Bubba went to eradicate the more... obvious evidence, and also to procure a few things he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:27 pm
"Ow! Hey!" Anthony said and frowned at Rose as the nurse did up the rest of his clothes.
Tony's phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:30 pm
Rose rolled ehr eyes, "Wimp.."
(sorry g2g might be back!))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:33 pm
Sami sighed and then snuck around to the undefended slice of cheesecake, picking it up and beginning to happily munch as she waited for Anthony and Rose to get ready.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:35 pm
Jasmine blew frustratedly, causing her cheeks to puff out for a moment. Then she placed the phone between her ear and her shoulder, tilting her head to accommodate the phone.
"Yes," she began, tying a knot of cloth with her hands at Alfone's knee. "This is J- uh, that is, this is your mysterious assassin friend. I've given you plenty of time to mull over our previous conversation, which was cut short due to an unfortunate turn of events. Now, however, it is time to cut to the chase. I have one of your men. What would you do to get him back, and prevent him from spilling all your secrets?"
((lol! 'undefended cheesecake' - that's so funny. I think I'll go snack on a real piece right now. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:45 pm
"Our men never squeal!" Tony hissed into the phone.
Anthony stuck his tongue out at Rose. "Whatever" he said when he was fully dressed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:54 pm
Jasmine blinked. "Are you sure? Are you sure that you don't have some pathetic little brat who whines, complains, and never seems to do a decent job? This poor excuse for a Family Member doesn't even really connect to the Mafia; he's just the sorry son of an even sorrier man who couldn't keep reign on his own life. I'm sure you know him; he's the only pitiful fool who actually has a conscience in your organization. And he listens. You bet he does. Do you know an... Alfone?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:01 pm
Tony eyes went wide and then he sighed. "Let me guess. His stupidity got him into this mess" he said into the phone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:06 pm
Tiffany shook her head lightly.
"No thanks." She responded quietly, looking out the window now. Watching.
Well, Ace was semi-consious now, and tired. He didn't do much.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:20 pm
After a few minutes of rearranging things, removing evidence, and evaluating the situation, Bubba returned, with rope. With this, he bound and gagged Ace. Yes, you can gag someone with rope. It's just not very pleasant, that's all.
The furniture had been arranged back in the pattern it had occupied previous to Bubba' visit. The bullet casings were all retrieved. As for the holes in the wall... well, there wasn't much he could do about it.
All traces of blood cleaned up - this was grunt work! But there was no way to determine when Tiffany might arrive. Of course, Kanu would have an agent call ahead of time to inform him of this - but you couldn't clean anything up in as much time as he would have then.
Out of the dazed Ace's earshot, Bubba left a voice message on his phone to Kanu. "Marie. I've incapacitated Tiffany's mechanic. He'll go for a nice dip... most evidence has been erased, but there was some gunfire, and I can't do anything about that."
A car. Bubba would take the really nice car, with Ace in the trunk. Make it look like a suicide, straight into the salty dip. If, that is, they ever find the body.
Bubba returned his attention to the phone. "If you've got the resources nearby, you might think of a creative way to cover the holes in the wall up. Just upstairs, really. Not a whole lot. Tell Morto that his eye works perfectly, even if I do prefer old-fashioned assault-and-battery myself."
The eye in question beeped once using the control pad, letting Bubba know that he was wasting time.
"Bubba out."
And soon enough, that fancy car with the custom paint job was cruising out to a winding road overlooking the sea.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:26 pm
Jasmine chuckled, and breathed that heavy, sensuous sigh into the phone as she worked on the prisoner in question's knee.
"You might say his boy-brain fell for my girlish charms, Tony," she replied. "I can tell that you know this Family Member has the endurance of a chocolate bar in hell. Now, you will-"
A groan from Alfone. Then, before Jasmine could even react, this was what Alfone - only feinting to be unconscious for quite a while now - shouted:
"Tony! Eighty-eighth street Boulderdasche apartment - the girl is Jasm-AH!"
A smack, then a muffled cry. Jasmine hung up the phone, kicking Alfone's head furiously, before running around the apartment room, quickly gathering things. She muttered all manner of swear words, in four different languages, at Alfone, leaving the apartment three times before hoisting Alfone up and forcing him out to a waiting car.
There was no way she could take all of her things from the room before someone got there - but the important things. She just hoped that she didn't leave and forget any crucial information in her rush.
But it couldn't be helped. Her weapons, hopefully all of her personally-identifying information, her papers of many sorts, her prized cheesecake, the hostage, and other assorted items went into her SUV.
Quickly, drive!
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:27 pm
((remember, I must receive PMs from both parties saying they're alright with a character being killed off...if they are going to be))
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:28 pm
Silently, another car drove up to the auto mechanics shop.
The door opened, and something dropped from it onto the street.
Then the door closed.
Another, similar version of the eye Bubba held made its way across the street on eight spider-like legs - all tipped with razor sharp points made of titanium - and into the shop, using the garage door, which had only two or three inches of space between the bottom of it and the ground.
Entering the building, the eye made its way to the second floor, finding the holes in the walls and climbing up easily.
Using a small container full of white wood putty, the robot used this putty to fill in the holes in the wall, using the sides of its mobile legs to smooth it over and blend it in with the wall.
It was dainty work, and required patience - both of which the robot had.
After all the holes were filled - seventeen in all - the robot walked back down the wall and to the floor, making its way out of the building and across the street to the car once more.
Silently, the door opened, and the robot hopped inside.
The car sped away as the door closed.
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