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Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-11-2009 11:40

November 5, 1934 - New York - The Tricky Mister - close to midnight

“You want me to rob a bank?!?” said Joey in surprise, suddenly realizing his voice was a little louder than he would’ve wanted to. He quickly scouted the room and was relieved to see no one seemed to have heard him. The Tricky Mister wasn’t really crowded on that late week night.

His interlocutor though didn’t seem to bother much about this situation. He was a middle age slim man in a dark pin striped suit, sitting relaxed across the table with both hands crossed in front of him. His tie was straight, his jacket fully buttoned up, his hair posed a clean arrangement on a side. A short and perfectly cut mustache was framing a slightly prankish smile, as his eyes were thoroughly scouting Bane’s reactions. Although his attitude was loose, he seemed to be the kind of man who always likes to keep himself sharp.

After a short moment of silence he slowly lowered his look, shaking his head in an almost imperceptible move, miming a disappointment gesture. “Mr. Bane” he continued in a low voice “that is…’come si dice’…” snaps his fingers “ILLEGAL!” He rose back up his eyes. “We are not asking you to do anything against the law, but only to acquire the possession of some documents that actually regard US. It just happens that these papers are currently stored in a safe deposit box inside the National Bank and since we have already attained this piece of information, we believed it would be helpful to pass it on to you, in order to make your work easier. However you will decide to retrieve these documents, it is entirely up to you.” He stopped, straightened up his back and took a sip out of the wine glass he had ordered. “Exquisite flavor, Mr. Bane, you should give it a try.”

“Ya, well…I’m more the whiskey type of man. Now…Mr…”

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red_rose
red_rose

Feb-20-2009 03:03

*earlier that day (sorry, I would've posted this before but I got sidetracked and didn't have time to write... sorry)*

Rose skipped along, arriving at the docks in no time flat. Once there she stopped skipping, she would have to be very serious now, she had to prove to Joey that she could work in situations like this. She saw a couple of warehouses with beefy looking guys standing outside. That looked like somewhere she needed to be heading. She calmly walked along; looking like it was perfectly natural for a young girl to be walking along a dock surrounded by men in dark suits.

Arriving at one of the warehouses, she peered into one of the windows that weren’t completely covered in mesh wiring. She squinted, attempting to make out the dark shapes in the room. She could just see a lady, wearing some sort of robe. She was sitting on a stool talking to a man who had is back to the window. Rose noticed something familiar about the woman’s face, but she didn’t know what it was. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed out the picture of the woman she was meant to be finding. Looking up, she saw an exact replica of the face in the photo. ‘Mona’ she realised. But what was Mona doing in their, casually talking to that man? Wasn’t she meant to be a prisoner?


red_rose
red_rose

Feb-20-2009 03:03

Part of their conversation came floating out of the window, Rose could distinguish the mans voice,
“…So the police are on standby, JC, Bane, whichever of them is ready will bust into the bank, where the police are waiting. They’ll caught and, hey presto, face a hefty time behind bars. Getting rid of them will leave the city free to us!”
Rose couldn’t make out the woman’s reply, for at that moment a pair of beefy hands came slamming down on her shoulders.
“Doing a bit of sleuthing” came a rough voice from above her. “Now, usual procedure would be to present you to the boss, but he’s a little preoccupied at the moment, so I guess I’ll have to deal with you myself”
Next thing she knew, there was a loud thud and she felt her head hit the ground, then it all went black.


red_rose
red_rose

Feb-20-2009 03:03

Rose felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She remembered being driven around, and being passed from someone’s shoulder, back to the car, then on the ground, but by the time she fully regained consciousness, she was lying in a comfortable bed with the smell of cigarettes hovering near her bedside. Her eyes fluttered open and she heard an exclamation from near her head.
“Praise the little baby Jesus, she’s alive, she’s alive I tell you!”
Rose was thankful to realise that the voice praising the Lord was one she recognised, Maria. She felt something stick up on her forehead and realised that must have been where she bumped it.
She finally remembered what had happened to her, and what she had heard.
Clearing her throat, she attempted to make the words come out, her voice sounded a lot feebler than she remembered them
“Maria… help… we have to tell… have to warn… Joey”
then she fell into the blackness again.


Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-20-2009 06:11

Upon delivering Rose to Maria’s, Bane had decided not to wait. ‘That bump on her forehead doesn’t look good. It might take her a while to wake up. Let’s get back on the streets, big guy. We’ll catch up with her later on.’ He exited the door trying to duck the heavy fire of Maria’s words, ‘blessing’ him for the situation he had put the young child into.



About half an hour later Whispers pulled over on the side on an earth road, somewhere into the city outskirts. “What are we doing here, Bane?” asked him while turning off the engine.

“Paying a visit to Barresi” replied Joey. “This here is his summer crib.” He looked up. It was cracking dawn. “We should move while it is still dark.”

“What do you plan to do? Shoot him?” Whispers took out of his coat what seemed to have been a revolver once, but now had an extended barrel up to about 15 inches or so.

“Wohow! Now what the hell is that? What are you doing with that cannon, man?”

“My…revolver you mean?”

“Revolver?!? That’s a freaking rifle! Put that away…and DON’T SHOOT ANYBODY FROM NOW ON! You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Bane…” He posed a disappointed face.

“Ok, let’s go in now. Come on.”

“How do you even know he’s here?”

“I don’t. I’m just testing the waters. Come!”

“So what if he’s not?”

“WHISPERS!!!” Joey barked clearly annoyed. “We AIN’T GOT TIME for crappy questions! Now move your arse! You take the back door. I’ll knock on the front. Make sure you ain’t gonna lose this one also.”

They finally stepped out of the car, each heading for his designated spot.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-20-2009 07:42

Humping slowly towards the house, Bane’s ear caught what seemed to be a flowing water sound. He noticed a small bathroom window half open on the ground floor. He threw a careful eye inside. ‘Damn. I’m in luck!’ he thought. Barresi was indeed in there, apparently taking a shower. Thus, Bane decided against knocking, in favor of picking the door. He made his way in silence trough the house and ended up right in front of the bathroom. As he was reaching for the handle, the door suddenly opened rendering him face to face with a…naked Barresi!

“BANE?!?” said him startled facing Joey. And that was all he got to say before heavily dropping on the floor. Blood started dripping slowly from his broken nose as he just lay there inertly.

Whispers appeared in the hallway rushing, noticing Joey bending over Franco’s body. “What happened?” he inquired Bane. “What was that cracking sound? Is he dead?”

“Nah…just passed out. It appears my old left hook is still alive.” Bane smiled as he was shaking off his hand in pain. “Damn! I forgot how much it hurts to knock out someone without a glove!” He pointed his eyes to Whispers. “Why are you standing there? Search for Mona!”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-20-2009 07:42

Upon searching the house it turned out that Franco was alone. “Well now…” Bane said…”I guess we’ll have to ask our friend here a couple of questions. So…tie him up, big guy…I’ll go search for some whiskey. My leg is killing me.”

Whispers posed an expression of disgust upon laying his eyes onto Barresi’s naked corpse. “Damn, mate…now that’s an ugly view!”

Bane took a stroll along the kitchen and came back gulping form a bottle of the finest booze. He almost burst in laughter seeing Barresi wrapped up in a drape and tied up to a chair with its chord. “You couldn’t find something better?”

Whispers lifted both shoulders, palms pointed ahead. “What the hell did you want, Joey? You said to tie him up, THERE! He’s tied up. You wanna dress him in ball suit, be my guest!”

Bane laughed. “The drape will do.” He sat down on a nearby armchair and took another sip.

“You want me to start softening up his bones a bit?” asked Whispers pulling up his sleeves.

Bane eyed him with an irritated look. “Sometimes you’re acting like a big ape with no brains, mate. Now don’t you think we should wake him up first and try at least asking one question before you start you…persuasion work on him?”

“Right! Sorry Bane…I’ll go check out the house for a bucket.” He left the room while Joey was adjusting his position to lower down the pain in his wounded leg.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-20-2009 20:40

"Where's my whiskey?" JC stumbled onto his cot as he giggled. It was a miracle that he managed to find his way back to his place.

"I'm a man who's made to hold his LIQUOR!" JC yelled into his empty shack, then he burst out laughing. He still had his shoes on when he fell asleep. The sun was just coming out.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-21-2009 08:26

Upon smashing and bashing on things around the kitchen, Whispers appeared in the doorway carrying a bucket full of water and…a meat hammer. In a firm move he dumped the water onto Franco’s head from behind, then went in front of him and lifted the hand with the hammer.

“HOLD!” shouted Joey. “What the hell are you planning to do there?”

Whispers turned over his face with a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you mean? You said to wake him…he’s awake.” Indeed Barresi’s eyes were open. “I just want to give him a prelude…if you get my drift.” He grinned again with a sadistic face.

“A prelude with a hammer, mate? I now know why you don’t have any children. No prelude. Let him focus for a minute and then we’ll see what will need to be done.”

Whispers lowered his arm and took a step aside. He was clearly disappointed.

It took Barresi several long minutes to recover. As he finally managed to bring his mind back into the present, he eyed Bane with an angry look. “You FOOL! You don’t know what you’re messing into. Did you completely forget who I am? You lost your mind, Bane? Untie me NOW!...and maybe I will only cut you a few fingers!”

“Ease up, Barresi. I’m the one giving the orders.” Bane leaned ahead in the armchair to get a more imposing posture. “I have a few questions to ask you. Now you be nice. You answer all of them or I’ll let my friend Whispers here deal with you. Ok?”

“You’re crazy, Bane! I’m not telling you s**t. You have one minute to untie me. You don’t…I’m making you a promise: you’ll die in pain…but before, you’ll have to watch Mona go first. And trust me: I’ll make sure it’s not going to be a pretty picture!”

“Smart move…using her name to touch me.” Bane took a gulp, adjusting again his position, stretching his leg. “Well now, since you brought up the subject, I guess it’s a good point to stat. I’ve seen you love birds on the docks, so stop feeding me any crap and tell me what’s the deal with her?”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-21-2009 09:06

Franco fell back into the chair stopping his struggle to get free. It seemed as if he realized he lost his best card against Bane. “You’ll get nothing from me” he said. “My lips are sealed.” His voice was now low and somehow submitted.

“Well then…you leave me no choice, Franco. Whispers! Feel free to do your…thing.”

Bane didn’t have to say that twice. With a strong blow, Whispers stuttered Barresi’s knee. He screamed in pain. A cracking sound marked the next blow onto his other one.

“OKAY!!!” he screamed. “I’LL TELL YOU ALL YOU WANT TO KNOW! I’ll tell you everything! Just call this freaking ape off me!”

Bane had to jump up from the chair and grab the big guy by the arm as he was getting ready to strike yet another time. “We done already?” Whispers looked amazed. “Damn it, Joey. I was just starting to get warmed up over here.” He took a seat gesticulating disappointed again. “These guys nowadays are just pussies.”

“I have to say I took you for a tougher nut to crack, Barresi. I’m glad though I was wrong about this.” Bane sat back down in his armchair. “Ok now…” he said…“start squealing. Also pray that I’ll believe it!”

It didn’t take any more ‘persuasion’ to loosen up Barresi’s tongue. He spilled out everything he knew…or, let’s say…everything that Bane wanted to hear.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-21-2009 10:39

“You’re late! You’re supposed to be here before noon.”

“Don’t state the obvious, Ronnie. I don’t have much time. Is everything ready for tonight?” JC asked while he lifted the hood of the Lincoln very carefully -- he couldn’t risk ruining his suit, he didn’t have time to change again. Damn that whiskey.

“Don’t worry, I polished this baby inside out. Petrol, motor oil, breaks… all in top tier condition. You know this Model L has strong acceleration and the engine is capable of reaching a top speed of 90 miles per hour?”

“I’m not expecting a chase tonight, but it’s comforting to know. Thanks.” JC closed the hood, “See you tonight at 10:30, Ronnie.” Off he sped towards the Restaurant.


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