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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 7, 2017 21:51:06 GMT -6
(This thread takes place after the opening post of the "Body of Evidence" thread under the Moonlight Lounge sub-forum.)
It started with an early morning phone call to Cale’s residence. Thankfully, he was the one who picked up.
“Cale, my sincerest apologies for disturbin’ ya at this hour,” said Korso on the other line, half whispering. “I need a favor, my man. I need you to host a private meeting for me an’ my boys. There are too many eyes on “the lounge,” an’ I don’t want many to catch wind of what I gotta say. I can trust ya though…can’t I?”
It wasn’t long before Cale agreed to welcome him and his men to the Jive and Thrive during closed hours.
Under the veil of the night sky, two hours before sunrise, Korso and his men parked their cars in a secluded spot and then one-by-one traveled on foot into the establishment. One large round table, the only one with chairs around it, awaited them in the dark secluded corner of the room.
Korso took his place as his finest men joined him: Dante, Elias, Adam, Eugene, Phillip, Jack, etc.
With his hands clasped in front of his mouth, Korso lifted his head, slightly revealing his stone cold eyes beneath the rim of his fedora. “Boys, we have ourselves a situation,” said the Don, a phrase he’d not used in a while. He scanned each of the faces at the table. “Word on the streets is that a product known as Bluemoon is makin’ the rounds.” He reached into his suit pocket, picked a container, then threw it to the center of the table where the lid popped out, allowing the blue crescent shaped tablets within to spill out.
As his men examined them, Korso continued, “Bootleg is one thing. Firearms another. Prostitutes…ya gotta hav’em. But drugs…not in my town—not without MY permission.”
Korso leaned back in his seat, holding back his anger. “These things are deadly too. I got them from a skank whose corpse is currently in my bathroom with my goddamn fingerprints all over her. The press have been swarming all over my joint since it’s opening, which is fine by me, but if this news gets out it could damage my image. For fuck’s sake, it could get the damn FBI involved if this shit spreads across town.”
Korso’s fist slammed the table, shaking it. “We’ve worked too goddamn hard to let this town slip from our fingers! I don’t want a war with these fuckers, but I sure as hell want them gone!”
Now Korso shoved himself back into his seat. Using his hand to wipe his face as he took a deep breath.
“I can’t allow everyone in on this operation. Loose lips sinks ships, they say. But the lot o’ ya are my best an’ brightest. So tell me, how we gonna extinguish this fire before it gets outta hand? How we gonna get rid of these...'mooners' pushin' this shit on my streets?"
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Post by Cale Tucker on Jul 8, 2017 6:17:35 GMT -6
After getting off the phone with the Don Cale told Vanessa what was going on. Vanessa was a little annoyed about their place being used by the Don for a meeting but she just rolled her eyes and asked him to take care of it.
After closing Cale got one of their bigger table and surrounded it with chairs for the Don's men. He also had the bar prepped incase Korso wanted a drink, but since the was a meeting he figured he'd wait till asked before pulling anything out.
As the Don's men came and sat down Cale started wiping down one of the tables, then the Don started talking about the new drug going around the city, Bluemoon. Cale had seen and heard about the drug. He'd been trying to keep it out of Jive and Thrive for weeks now. They even had a death last week. Luckily Vanessa and he had been able to keep it quiet and were able to get rid of the body.
Cale moved over to the full table. "Excuse me Don," he interrupted as politely as possible. "Do you mind if I join this little conversation? I've been tryin' to keep this shit dope (slang for many drugs) out of this place but it keeps slippen' in and I don't like it." Cale didn't care if some Dumb Dora got themselves killed taken the stuff but coming into his place getting others killed and putting Vanessa and what they are working for in danger he wouldn't tolerate it.
He waited for the Don's word before taking a seat.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 8, 2017 8:34:50 GMT -6
Jack had his back pressed against a chair, his gaze focused on the club's display around him. For sure, it was something well tended to, much cleaner looking than the Devil's Eye, even if it did not pack the same ammount of punch as his beloved bar. It would have to do, though. At least for the time being, it would.
Rubbing the back of his head, the boxing legend could not help but smirk teasingly at the men around him. Ranging from scrawny to old, he felt as a true adonis among them, even if he knew they were a lot. He had come to know them through the years, even if he had never respected them.
In truth, Jackson Reed worked for no one, only being loyal to the best paycheck. If anything, Korso tended to pay him well, as was the current case at hands. For now, he'd be content with serving the Don.
"Ah, the answer to that little game is very simple, Big Dog" he said, his back pressed against a wall, his feet on the table in front of him "To bring rats out, ya starve 'em. Ruin their supplies and shipments. When they are hungry enough, they either attack or run. And then..." he murmured before slamming his fist on the wall. "...yeah? Figuring out where they get their shit at should be easy enough."
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 8, 2017 8:46:34 GMT -6
*This post replies to both Cale and Jack*Cale moved over to the full table. "Excuse me Don," he interrupted as politely as possible. "Do you mind if I join this little conversation? I've been tryin' to keep this shit dope (slang for many drugs) out of this place but it keeps slippen' in and I don't like it." Cale didn't care if some Dumb Dora got themselves killed taken the stuff but coming into his place getting others killed and putting Vanessa and what they are working for in danger he wouldn't tolerate it. He waited for the Don's word before taking a seat. Korso waited patiently for his men to reply, but it took a good minute before anyone spoke up. Surprisingly, the first to speak wasn't one of his men, it was Cale Tucker, the owner himself. "Do you mind if I join this little conversation? The Don nodded and directed his men to listen up. He had hoped that Cale would join in, he needed him to hear about this situation, and as a talented fighter, Korso was always looking for a way to 'put him back into good use.' I've been tryin' to keep this shit dope (slang for many drugs) out of this place but it keeps slippen ' in and I don't like it." "I doubt this ain't the first drug that's come to yer doorstep either," said Korso, lightly tapping his nails on the table. "Gatsberry's a goldmine fo' these scumbags. Usually, it only takes 'em a week to realize who truly owns this place before they hightail it out. These bastards though...I think they're tryin' to make a statement. I think they lookin' for a fight." The Don looked back at Cale. "So tell me Tucker, you willin' to put those fists o' yours to good use again?" As he asked this, he kept his ears open to any new ideas from his trusted men, eventually, it was Jack who spoke up: "Ah, the answer to that little game is very simple, Big Dog" he said, his back pressed against a wall, his feet on the table in front of him "To bring rats out, ya starve 'em. Ruin their supplies and shipments. When they are hungry enough, they either attack or run. And then..." he murmured before slamming his fist on the wall. " ...yeah? Figuring out where they get their shit at should be easy enough."
The Don raised an eyebrow to his act of aggression. "Wise words, Jack, but could ya please respect our host an' not damage his establishment," said Korso, staring at his fist on the wall, but smiled at the thought of taking their supplies. "It's not a half-bad idea though. We're gonna need a team to track down where they keepin' the stuff an' then 'make it disappear.' What'cha say Jackie Boy? Wanna lead this crusade?"
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Post by Dante Valentino on Jul 8, 2017 12:54:34 GMT -6
Dante sat at the table, his fedora low on his brow as he listened to Korso speak. A new drug, huh? I'll have to make sure Aria doesn't get near it... he thought as he glanced at Cale when he spoke.
Dante wasn't sure but he felt he might have worked with the blonde once or twice in the past when Cale still worked for the Don. A smirk came over Dante's features when Korso asked Cale if he wanted to work with them again to take care of the issue.
His gaze moved to Jackson as he spoke. It was a good plan, but how would they accomplish it? How would they even begin to find where the drugs are coming from?
Dante put a hand to his mouth in thought. "We need someone to be bait... someone who looks to be an easy target to get the drugs, right?" he asked as he tried to think who would be good bait to work into the system.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 8, 2017 13:04:37 GMT -6
Jack raised his eyebrow at the Don, a smirk slowly but surely manifesting on the corner of his lip as he nodded. This seemed like his kind of job, for sure. Swift, ruthless and merciless agression was what he was used to dealing with, be it in the ring, be it outside of it. He was good at going in, shooting first and asking questions later. This was sure to be his cup of tea.
"Big K, you have a knack for reading my mind." he said, leaning forward and letting his eyes show how they sparkled in excitement. "I know some of the schmucks who sell in the streets. Shouldn't be hard to turn them around and get some info...God knows they owe me some favors." he mused, grinning at the other guests, as if throwing out the most hilarious punchline.
To be honest, this was all he could ask for. A chance at getting his hands in a shipment of dangerous drugs could definitely help him pursue his side goals. Korso was helping him more than he could imagined. He'd just need a good squad and ways to keep them quiet about it.
"Sounds like a plan, though. Gimme the order and I'll make sure you see some bonfires around the docks." he asured with a shrug before eyeing Philip. "Not to mention more patients for the doc..."
His eyes fell on Dante in an instant upon his question, leading him to quickly shrug. "Always the hoes. Easiest targets, best costumers and sellers. If anything, one of us can pose as a junkie."
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 8, 2017 13:08:46 GMT -6
*This post includes a reply to both Dante and Jack*"Big K, you have a knack for reading my mind." Jack said, responding to Korso's suggestion. "I know some of the schmucks who sell in the streets. Shouldn't be hard to turn them around and get some info...God knows they owe me some favors." he mused, grinning at the other guests, as if throwing out the most hilarious punchline.
Korso hesitated for a moment, he never liked the idea of involving outside help, but then again it was an opportunity to find some new potential hires. Get rid of the Mooners and get some new recruits? It sounded like a win-win to him. "Sounds like a plan, though. Gimme the order and I'll make sure you see some bonfires around the docks." he asured with a shrug before eyeing Philip. "Not to mention more patients for the doc..." The Don nodded. "You make sure these schmucks of yers follow orders an' keep their mouths shut 'bout this. We're all ready walkin' a thin line here."
With that said, Korso returned to the others and awaited some more suggestions: That's when Dante spoke up: Dante sat at the table, his fedora low on his brow as he listened to Korso speak. A new drug, huh? I'll have to make sure Aria doesn't get near it... he thought as he glanced at Cale when he spoke. Dante wasn't sure but he felt he might have worked with the blonde once or twice in the past when Cale still worked for the Don. A smirk came over Dante's features when Korso asked Cale if he wanted to work with them again to take care of the issue. His gaze moved to Jackson as he spoke. It was a good plan, but how would they accomplish it? How would they even begin to find where the drugs are coming from? Dante put a hand to his mouth in thought. "We need someone to be bait... someone who looks to be an easy target to get the drugs, right?" he asked as he tried to think who would be good bait to work into the system. As upset Korso was about the problem-at-hand, he couldn't help but smirk at Dante's suggestion. He was starting to sound like a true up-and-coming warlord. But the situation demanded a strong focus, so Korso, without playing favorites, considered Dante's remarks. "I'm sure these bastards can ping anyone of us as gangsters," said Korso, studying all his men's faces, each one carrying that tired-but-tough look that all men in their field possessed. Well, all except Dante, whose babyface could easily be mistaken for a young minister. Yet, Korso couldn't allow himself to take him away when such an operation could put some un-needed attention on his daughters. He could have John Diverio take watch over Aria, but what about poor Charlotte? Korso shook his head. He couldn't believe what he was about to say, but it was the only option considering the circumstances. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose," said Korso, tapping the table once more. "Anyone know somebody on the streets that could pull it off? Someone that could take orders an' keep their cool?" Jack threw in his two cents: "Always the hoes. Easiest targets, best costumers and sellers. If anything, one of us can pose as a junkie." "I told ya, we're too well known 'round these parts fer that," said Korso, stroking his goate. "But perhaps a woman is what we need. They are 'our' greatest weakness after all." Now the Don was looking for his boys to throw out some names for potential candidates.
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Post by Cale Tucker on Jul 8, 2017 15:35:04 GMT -6
Cale shook his head. "Why do we have to involve anyone? Like I said I'm getting it slipped in here just about every night. All we have to do is wait for tomorrow night and the first one I find with any shit on them, and that won't be hard, I hand off them off to one of you. You get the info we need and we just move up the chain. Fact is we don't know were this stuff is commin' in from." He said thoughtfully. "Could be the docks, could be cars, hell they could be cookin' this dope up right here in town." He pointed out. "And while the girls at the Spread Eagle might me more likely to use I've noticed it's young girls that have it more often. Girls around Vanessa, Charlotte or Aria's age. Early 20's to late teens. I don't know about you boys but I'm not putting Vanessa out there to deal with that shit. And I doubt any of us want to put any of the girls we know out there for that." He pointed out.
While Cale had worked as muscle for Korso back when he was a kid and though Vanessa handled more of the paper work for the bar Cale was far from dumb. He could think things through. It was one of the reason's he had been so good when he worked for Korso. He knew just when to stop a beating, he knew who to talk to and how to talk to them. And he had learned about supply chains when starting up Jive and Thrive. If you want to find where the bootlegged liquor comes from you start at the person drinking it, then the person selling it, the one delivering it, and on up till you found the person making it and the one financing it. The same would apply to drugs too.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 8, 2017 17:16:46 GMT -6
Cale shook his head. "Why do we have to involve anyone? Like I said I'm getting it slipped in here just about every night. All we have to do is wait for tomorrow night and the first one I find with any shit on them, and that won't be hard, I hand off them off to one of you. You get the info we need and we just move up the chain. Fact is we don't know were this stuff is commin' in from." He said thoughtfully. "Could be the docks, could be cars, hell they could be cookin' this dope up right here in town." He pointed out. "And while the girls at the Spread Eagle might me more likely to use I've noticed it's young girls that have it more often. Girls around Vanessa, Charlotte or Aria's age. Early 20's to late teens. I don't know about you boys but I'm not putting Vanessa out there to deal with that shit. And I doubt any of us want to put any of the girls we know out there for that." He pointed out. Korso rubbed his eyes. "I respect that, Cale, but I'd hate to bring yer business into this," said Korso, but after a moment gave him a slight nod. "We can go with yer plan, so long as yer comfortable with the risks involved."
Minutes later, by Korso's request, a map of the city was produced and spread across the table. "We have our bait," said Korso, using a red pen to circle the Jive & Thrive's location, "and we got Jack on the hunt. But..." He tapped the pen against the map as he scanned various locations. "...we need a quiet place to interrogate these bastards. The hideout is off limits."
He let out a sigh at the thought of the dead woman back at his hotel. "Also, we're bound to have bodies, an' we need a place to start stashin' 'em, startin' with the skank back at my place," he said, looking at possible location. As he eyes wandered across the map, he asked aloud, "I need someone to be in charge of disposing of said bodies."
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Post by Elias Valiant on Jul 9, 2017 14:54:01 GMT -6
Elias looked up from where he was playing with his knife. He'd let everyone speak as he thought about the situation. "Detectives or street rats might be useful" he mused, just loud enough for people to hear him. "And I can take care of bodies. I have the river, a spot on an abandoned farm, and a...friend showed me a handy pig farm. I'll get them out of your hair, make sure nobody can identify them" he smirked, his eyes flashing dangerously. "This is our town, and we're not having it ruined by some 'mooners' and their drugs" he picked up one of the pills, look at it, and crushed it between his fingers. "Not on my watch"
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Post by Phillip Kingston on Jul 9, 2017 15:29:51 GMT -6
Phillip had arrived at the club already with quite the rings under his eyes almost screaming to give the poor unfortunate soul some more sleep. However it was more than clear for him that the three hours of sleep, if not less, he had gotten so far surely would remain the only time of rest for him. But what could he do? If work was calling he had to go. If the big boss however was calling he almost had to fly. So there he was, sitting at the big table among familiar and not so familiar yet just as intimidating faces since after all he knew what they were here for. The same reason as he was.
Taking a close look at the drug he listened carefully to what the others suggested and discussed about. The plans sure had potential but still at least the needed details would need to be developed and talked about some more. Just as he put the drug sample away though he eyed Jackson at his remark. "Don´t you mean more victims Mr Reed? I´m sorry to destroy your illusions but my patients I actually care about to feel better at least if not cure them. These people however are surely nothing more than rats, not even worse experimentating on." Once this was said and more ideas had been presented the doctor decided to speak up as well since as well a certain question was quite bothering him. "If needed I can offer the hospital to take care of these mooners. If we cover it up right you can stash the bodies there until you can dump them outside of the city. Not to mention that a few rooms there could come in handy for interrogation since after all screaming isn´t that uncommon there. Definitely nobody would ask questions of any wounds there as well." He suggested with a smirk before he went on. "However if I may I do have a question. Do we know any of the symptons of both, the ones consuming the drug, as well as the mooners?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 21:21:59 GMT -6
Gaston kept quiet throughout the exchange. He stared at the blue tablet pressed between his thumb and finger, jaw clenched in silent contempt. He never liked shit like that. Booze and tobacco were one thing, practically everyone enjoyed them, but Bluemoon was a bigger threat they couldn't bribe or threaten authorities to ignore. Something so small, and yet it risked being the undoing of them all.
Gaston looked up when someone mentioned a pig farm, his lips curving slightly into a knowing smile. He tossed the tablet back onto the table and leaned back in his seat, grinning. "My sister Sara and I got a few other places to help with the disposal, too. Farms. Untended graveyard way out the countryside." He offered, "Won't mind personally breaking a few skulls, either. Whatever's needed."
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 9, 2017 22:08:26 GMT -6
*The Following Post Replies to Elias, Phillip, and Gaston*
"Detectives or street rats might be useful" he mused, just loud enough for people to hear him. "And I can take care of bodies. I have the river, a spot on an abandoned farm, and a...friend showed me a handy pig farm. I'll get them out of your hair, make sure nobody can identify them" he smirked, his eyes flashing dangerously. "This is our town, and we're not having it ruined by some 'mooners' and their drugs" he picked up one of the pills, look at it, and crushed it between his fingers. "Not on my watch"
Elias, Korso's most trusted man, not just for his unwavering loyalty, but also for the bond they shared as struggling single fathers. He knew he could get the job done, but he explained to the men that he wanted these bodies so buried they would not be found for years. Another needed addition to the plan: a driver. Thankfully, Korso had somebody in mind.
"Elias, I'm puttin' you in charge of the body dumpin' team, but I have a driver in mind for you an' yer friend. We should head to the Hotel Aquila after this an' meet with him. After that, I need ya to find a way to that body outta my pentahouse an' make it 'disappear.' I'll try to distract the press an' employees while you guys get it out."
Gaston jumped in: "My sister Sara and I got a few other places to help with the disposal, too. Farms. Untended graveyard way out the countryside." He offered, "Won't mind personally breaking a few skulls, either. Whatever's needed."
"It's yer call. If Elias an' his team needs a new buryin' spot, yer more than welcome to point the way, but we're definitely gonna need ya to rough some of these bastards up," said Korso, eyeing the potential of his muscular arms.
"If needed I can offer the hospital to take care of these mooners," said Phillip. "If we cover it up right you can stash the bodies there until you can dump them outside of the city. Not to mention that a few rooms there could come in handy for interrogation since after all screaming isn´t that uncommon there. Definitely, nobody would ask questions of any wounds there as well."
"Interrogating, yes, but stashing bodies, no," said Korso with a disagreeing head shake. "I don't want to put too much focus on one location. Plus, Ole Harris has plenty of room in her basement; an easy place for our potential driver to load them up. We can pay her back by trafficking any Mooner whores we snatch up to her an' her lil' 'side business.' So try bein' a lil' gentle with the ladies, 'aight boys?" asked Korso, smirking to Gaston and Jack.
"We know any of the symptoms of both, the ones consuming the drug, as well as the mooners?" asked Phillip.
Korso stroked his goatee. "Until last night, I thought it was some kind of bootleg bein' sold 'round town. But before callin' the meeting my informants did some more research. The effects range from feelings of achievement and happiness to sexual desire, but it all depends on the user. They said people out on the west coast were takin' them under a different name; many died during workouts, intercourse, yadada. So it sounds to me like takin' the tablets during intense situations puts too much strain on the body."
He rubbed his eyes, then checked his pocket watch. Time was of the essence, but a gentle roar of thunder from outside reminded him of something else.
"You guys know we got some bad weather comin' our way? Each of you should use the storm cover to your advantage. I don't want anyone, outside yer trusted circles, to know 'bout this operation. I'll deal with gettin' the police off yer trails, but we gonna need to move fast. Lord help us if a hurricane comes at a time like this. That understood?"
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 10, 2017 7:14:39 GMT -6
He nodded at Korso, grinning with amusement while he pressed his back against the chair's back, humming to himself. This was going to places he was rather comfortable with, especially with the way the Don adressed him. Felt as if everything was proceeding in sheer synch and perfection.
"Got it, Big Dog. I'm sure I can find and make some o'those good ladies work it well." he mused while looking at the other men, his grin growing at Phillip's remark. "Doctor, you got me all wrong...I was really hoping you'd have your fair share of fun"
Upon the mention of the storm, his eyes gleamed as he leaned back. "Why don't we improvise? Buy some of that blue shit and...well...hook a poor runt in it. The doc should be able to measure a healthy dose." his breath was huskier and more intense. "Imagine a storm...the poor soul will really not resist not having any more. No chance but to look for suppliers. If we follow them, we have our little preys."
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 11, 2017 20:13:34 GMT -6
Upon the mention of the storm, his eyes gleamed as he leaned back. "Why don't we improvise? Buy some of that blue shit and...well...hook a poor runt in it. The doc should be able to measure a healthy dose." his breath was huskier and more intense. "Imagine a storm...the poor soul will really not resist not having any more. No chance but to look for suppliers. If we follow them, we have our little preys." *I'm going to wrap up this thread, but feel free to reply should you wanna add anything.
The Don listened as another roar of thunder echoed from beyond the walls. He liked Jackson's idea, but would they be able to pull it off in the short amount of time they had? "If that's yer plan then ya better act fast, Jackie Boy," said Korso, snatching a toothpick from the center of the table before resting it on his lips. "I ain't hearin' no more talk, boys, I only expect results from now on. Get out there, an' make this problem disappear, but hear this: I want the head honcho alive an' brought to me. No one steps on my turf without feelin' my wrath." With that said, Korso stood, kicking his chair back. " Dante, I want your focus to be on watching over my daughters, make sure they don't hear 'bout this mess either. Elias, I'll have your driver get in touch with ya very soon, an' fer god's sake get that stickin' corpse outta my place, as soon as ya can. Phillip, stand by for interrogating. For the rest 'o ya, if ya need anything, I'll be in the hideout." "My friend, thank you fer havin' us," he said to Cale, before patting his shoulders and gave me a light ceremonial kiss on the cheek, a sign of respect. "You keep yer eyes open an' 'dose fists ready." The Don gave his farewells to his men and exited the Jive and Thrive to a waiting car outside. Tropical winds swept across the city, bringing unease into the air. Like hunters, the men smelt the air and began tracking their prey in the wild concrete jungle they called home. Was it the drumming of thunder the people heard? Or just the roar of beasts ready for a fight? And so the hunt begins...
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