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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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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-21-2009 16:40

JC headed for the washroom, passing the backdoor on his way. He checked that it was simply bolted from the inside, as usual. JC went into a toilet stall and laid the suitcase on the water closet. He opened it and took out the inner case. Knocking on the smaller suitcase 3 times, in a predetermined rhythm, JC received 4 knocks of a similar pattern as a reply. The little Thai seemed all right.

JC opened the cleaner's closet within the washroom. It was near the closing hour, and JC believed that the caretaker again would not get that broken lock fixed today. Anyhow, JC had equipped Anastasia with hammers and wrenches in case anything happens; he had given it to her earlier on along with the wire cutters. He placed the smaller case near the back of the closet and partially covered it with a dirty cloth, making sure there was enough room for the girl to get out. The case now looked non-descript, like the rest of the junks and brooms in the closet. JC picked up the now empty larger case, waved at Penny and slowly walked out of the bank, as if the case was still heavy.

As soon as JC was three steps outside the bank, three guns were pointing at him. Cops. JC smiled.



Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-22-2009 15:23

While heading towards the front entrance, Joey checked out with his eyes the visible side of the house. “She’s here!” said him satisfied upon noticing a thin smoke was coming out of one of the chimneys. He walked up to the door and knocked. He didn’t want to startle Mona. No answer came back so he knocked again. The door remained shut but he heard a small noise coming from inside the house. He decided to go for the handle. He pressed it slowly and the door swung open. “Strange…” mumbled him stepping inside. The front door went directly into the living room. He took a few steps looking around with caution.

“Hold it right there, Bane! Stay where you are!”

He turned his eyes to see where the voice came from, but had to cover them with his hand in order to avoid the powerful sunlight coming through the windows. Mona had used the light and shadow contrasts to hide herself in plain sight right inside the room. She stepped out for Joey to see her, holding a small Derringer in her hand.

“Now that’s not really what I usually call a warm welcome, Mona” said Joey looking at the gun.

“You’re not exactly welcome here, Bane. I also do believe the purpose of your unexpected visit is not just plain and simple courtesy. Sit down.” She pointed towards the couch.

Bane complied fast with her demand as actually he was barely standing. His wound was staring bugging him again. He raised his eyes at her and fell into a chain of memory flashbacks. She was as beautiful as ever. Her red locks were enchantingly boarding her clear and elegant face lines, crowned by the most beautiful green eyes that he has ever seen. His memories were highly vivid, making him feel as it all happened yesterday: their first words, the time together…the tender moments they have spent alone…

“Wake up, Bane!” said her sharply, snapping him back into reality. “Now I assume you didn’t come here in order just to take a short nap on my couch. Speak up! What do you want?”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-22-2009 15:24

“Well now…” Bane spoke…”I see there is no point in bringing up the past. I’m under the impression you don’t like me as much as you used to.”

“Right” she replied. “Now please get to the point!”

He lit himself up a cigar and continued. “I’ve also heard that you have changed…professions. What happened to you, girl?”

“Life happened, Joey. Life. Now tell me…how exactly did you find me? The only one who knew where I was is…”

“Barresi?” Bane smiled. “I heard that you two are in love.”

“He is. For me…it’s just…a convenient love.” She sighed. “I got myself in trouble, you see…”

“I know. He just told me.”

“Barresi? How come?”

“Well…I did have to use a little rougher persuasion methods, but he came clear in the end.”

“To hell! What did you do with him?”

“What do you care? You don’t need him. J.C.’s breaking the safe tonight. I’m sure we can work out something with him…for old time’s sake. It’s just a matter of locating him.”

“NO! You don’t understand! I need Barresi!”

“What for? What good can he do now? He set everything up and now things are in motion.”

“Not quite” she said dropping down on a chair. “You see…he had a different plan.”

“A different plan, you say? Let’s hear it.” Bane’s eyes showed curiosity.

“He tipped the cops. J.C. will be arrested.”

“But…I don’t understand. Why? For what purpose?”

“Franco has a contact inside. The documents are due to end up in his hands.”

“Ok…that makes sense. Who’s his contact?”

“I don’t know, he’s the only one who does.”

“Well then…let’s bring him in” said Joey with a smile.

“He’s here?” replied Mona in surprise.

“Yeah…I just gave him a free ride in my trunk.” He rose up and shouted with power. “Yo, Whispers! Bring him in, big guy!”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-22-2009 15:26

A couple of moments later Whispers came through the door carrying Franco on his shoulder. “Where do I put him, Bane? He’s heavy.”

“Just toss him somewhere, big guy.”

Whispers dropped him hard on the floor. Mona let out a small shout of surprise upon seeing him wrapped up in the drape that was now soaked in blood around his legs. “What did you do, Joey? Killed him?”

“No, I just had to convince him into being more…open to communication.” Bane grinned. “Wake him up, mate!”

Suddenly Whispers posed a puzzled face. His hand reached up and started scratching the back of his head. “Emmm…wake him up, you say? Well…I can try, but…I don’t think he will.”

Bane stood up looking clearly concerned. “Now why would that be, mate? What did you do?”

“I…kinda…strangled him…about five minutes ago.”

“WHAT? WHY?” Bane was astonished.

“Well now…you did say not to shoot him, so…” Again he raised both his shoulders, palms pointed ahead.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-22-2009 15:28

Bane hit his forehead in despair. “Damn, Whispers, you ain’t sleeping on your pillow, mate! Why the hell did you want to waste this guy so bad?”

“I figured…since he’s the mob’s lawyer…we wouldn’t want him to squeal up on us, so…”

“GOOD THINKING!?! Now what do we do? He was the only one who knew the name…” Bane took a short break to clear his mind. “Wait…maybe Rose...heard something. Maybe she wasn’t passed out all the time.”

“Who’s Rose?” asked Mona interested.

“The little girl I snatched back from your arms. She was with you back at the docks.”

“Where is she now?”

“Down at Maria’s. You think she might’ve heard something?”

“Maybe…She was in there when Barresi spoke alone with a certain man. I didn’t know him, but he looked familiar…like someone I’ve seen in the papers.”

“Well then” Bane said looking a bit relieved. “Let’s go see if she’s up. She should be.”

The sound of a weapon arming stopped him as he was aiming for the door. He turned around to see Mona pointing her small pistol onto him.

“Not so fast, Bane…this is my show. I don’t want you messing it up any more than you did by now. You’ll stay. I go alone.”

“Now listen here, missy…” said Whispers taking a step towards her. A shot! Joey watched him astonished as he hit the floor hard. A small blood wire started flowing out of his chest. He wasn’t moving.

“Damn, Mona! Why did you do that?”

“I do mean what I said, Joey. Stay put!”

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me too?”

“Actually…yes!” The gun went off. Bane followed Whispers down onto the floor. Mona ran out quick and got into the car. She forged the engine hard as she went off.



“Damn!” Joey said in pain. “The same leg! Hit twice in two days! DAMN!”

red_rose
red_rose

Feb-23-2009 03:21

Rose felt someone shaking her awake and heard Maria babbling in the distance. Something about Mona needing to know something. Opening her eyes groggily she saw standing above her a fairy. That’s the only thing it could possibly be, the woman was so beautiful the only explanation was that she was a fairy out of one of the stories she had heard. Shaking her head, the world stopped spinning and the fuzzy edges straightened themselves out. With a jump she realised who the woman standing above her was, it was Mona, Joey’s friend.

Attempting to sit herself up, she found Mona assisting her, being more kind and gentle than she ever expected from a bad guy. Suddenly she heard a soft musical voice speaking, it took her a while to realise it was coming from Mona. Some of her words slurred together, but she heard her mention Barressi, and something about policemen. There was a short silence before Rose realised she had stopped talking.


red_rose
red_rose

Feb-23-2009 03:21

“I… don’t understand. What do you want to know” she murmured, her words braking up.
“I just want to know if you heard Barressi say anything while you were…well, being held.” The musical voice replied.
Rose tried to think back but her mind was covered by a thick veil of fog. The only thing that could come to her was a snippet of a conversation she remembered hearing.
“I think I heard him say something about a relative. Someone connected to him who worked inside the bank.” She heard herself saying. “Someone who would ensure that everything went to plan.”
“A contact, well… I guess that’s helpful.” Mona said heavily. “So we’re looking for some sort of man that resembles Barressi.” She paused. “Thanks for your help kid, you’ve done great.”
Rose couldn’t help but feel like she’d failed somehow, like there was something important she hadn’t picked up. But as hard as she tried, everything was covered in fog.
She felt a movement beside her and realised that Mona was leaving. Muttering a goodbye she fell back on the pillows, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. Just as she heard the door close a name came to her
“Ruby…Ruby, she’s the one! Ruby works at the bank” but her feeble cries couldn’t reach Monas ears, who was now hurrying away from the building.


Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-23-2009 07:47

“There’s nothing in here!” The skinny cop with a pimple-scarred face said to the other two policemen in the interrogation room. He had flipped it over three times, cut the inlay open, and ripped the whole suitcase apart. Of course, the three cops had searched JC thoroughly many times over. Both of JC’s wrists were now handcuffed to the arms and his ankles tied to the legs of the hard chair he was sitting in. The door was locked.

“And you’ve searched his safety box?” The fat one asked while gobbling down another donut.

“Yeah, Ruby was there too. It’s basically empty.”

“And she said he’s been to the bathroom?”

“I’ve been there too. Nothing.” Pimple-scar said. JC smiled to himself.

The fat one was finishing his last donut while he walked over to JC. “So, Mr. Tombstone, you better start talking.” JC could still see bits of chocolate in the fat guy’s mouth while he chewed.

“I thought my identification clearly stated my name as Eugene Smithson Jr.” JC probed. All three cops laughed. JC was beginning to piece the story together.

‘So, this was one of Barresi’s tactic.’ JC thought. He knew Barresi would make several backup plans of his own; Joey the chaperone being one of the many. ‘The bastard thought he could get his cops to arrest me for the bank job, pocket the documents in the process, and put all the blame on my head. Even that flirty Ruby was his pawn. Good that they mistaken that I’ve already got it done. What, they think I'm some kind of magician?’

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-23-2009 07:48

Suddenly the dark cop who’s been quiet all day slapped JC in the face. “Where is it?” The fat one growled.

“You know you cannot keep me here forever.” JC’s face burned red where the dark cop touched him. “I came out of the bank with nothing on me, not even a pocket knife. You will need to let me go soon.”

“Not until we’re through questioning you!”

He knew what ‘questioning’ was all about. He had been through more police interrogations than three life times of dentist visits. He was immune to the pain. He just hoped they’d leave him healthy enough to finish the heist tonight.

Scarface held a thick phone book on top of JC’s chest while the dark cop took out a hammer. It’s an old trick. The cops can damage their victim as much as they wanted without leaving a single mark on him. No bruise, no scar, no external evidence.

‘Well, Barresi, I guess I ain’t gonna play nice to you either.’ JC thought. The dark cop held the hammer up and was about to strike. JC braced for what was to come next.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-23-2009 14:59

Joey took a few moments to moan, and then decided it was time to do something a little more constructive. He felt his leg, noticing that the bullet was still in. He managed to get up with difficulty and started thoroughly searching through drawers. He took out a roll of thin wire and a small pair of scissors. He headed then into the bathroom trying to find a couple of bandages. Upon coming back into the room he laid everything down on the table. “Now…for the anesthesia…” he mumbled, as his eyes fell upon a small bar displaying several kinds of booze. He picked up two bottles of Jameson and set them also on table. “I also need something to tie my leg with…” added him in the end, looking around. His eyes stopped upon Franco’s body, noticing the string Whispers used to tie him up. “I guess restraining him now ain’t no use…” Upon untying the chord, he had to pull hard to make it let go. This move rolled over Franco’s dead corpse, unveiling one more time his nakedness. “Damn…this was the one thing that Whispers was right about: this is indeed a freaking ugly picture!”

Bane took a seat then in front of the table and dismantled the scissors. Using the wire, he tied them back up, turning them into something resembling a forceps. He then tied up the string tight, right above the wound. He grabbed the first bottle of whisky, brought it up to his mouth and didn’t let go until he had managed to empty half of it. He groaned while feeling all his body burning from inside out, and then poured the rest of the bottle over the wound. A long and powerful shout followed as he kept digging in his leg attempting to find the bullet. He managed in the end to take it out and then fell back into the chair, seeming to be just half awake from all the effort and pain he had endured.

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