The O'Leary Family Mob (With changes)
Sleuth About Town
Who can join: Anyone (reading Reformed Burglars Never Rest would be nice)
Golden Rule: No 'moving' or speaking for someone else's characters unless you have previously talked about it.(That's basic netiquette)
Plus, I'd like (that's not a rule, though) that off topics would come marked in some of the following ways:
OFF - X, have you read my PM?
No need to ask to join, just post. The O'Learies are all NPC's, so anyone can 'move' or speak for them. Any doubts, feel free to pm me.
The previous night during the interrogation scene:
Marc slammed O'Leary against the wall as he whispered in a deep, raspy voice, "This is only the beginning."
James grunted as he fell to the floor and he looked up as the cloaked figure, Marc, reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.
Marc cocked the hammer back on his Colt .45 Special Revolver; 6 shots. The sound of the hammer being pulled back slowly, as Marc always liked to do, made the person on the other side of the gun sick. It was a scary sound and Marc loved using it to intimidate.
"Where is Tim?" Marc asked.
"Who the hell ARE YOU?!" O'Leary screamed in fear.
"I'm your worst nightmare!" Marc screamed back. Once again, he used both of vocal chords to make his voice deep and raspy.
Marc fired his gun. The bullet exited the barrel and inserted itself into O'Leary's left knee, shattering the bone. He would now, never be able to walk right again.
"Tell me, or you lose your other knee. Tell me, and I might let you live."
"Tim is on his way back from Ireland." James cried.
"What's he doing in Ireland?" Marc asked.
"I have no idea. He told me that-"
BANG! Marc fired and hit James in the right foot. "Don't tell me lies, James," Marc said calmly.
James cried in agony.
"Bootlegging. He's bringing back alcohol and opium! That's all I know. I swear!" James cried out.
"See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Marc said with a slyly. Marc raised his pistol to James' head.
"What are you doing?!" He asked quickly. "You said you'd let me live!"
"No, James. If you recall, I said I might let you live. I've decided that since you're just another scumbag, no one will care." Marc replied. "And besides," he continued, "you spoke. If your crime family found out, they'd have you whacked anyways."
The last thing James Brian O'Leary ever saw was the flash of a revolver being fired.
Marc holstered his revolver and left. He went home and slept like a baby.
The next morning, Marc woke up. He hadn't slept that good since he came back from London from chasing O'Leary in the first place.
Marc turned on his radio to hear his favorite song, A Kiss To Build A Dream On, by Louis Armstrong. Marc smoked a cigarette, had a cup of coffee, ate breakfast, then left to go to his office at the Obelisk Agency.
Just before he left, he called his personal secretary/assistant, Grace, and told her to take the day off.
By 8:00, Marc made it to the Agency to find Molly Maltese accompanied by a little girl, whom Marc assumed was her daughter.
"I have some news about Tim O'Leary," Marc said to Zeo when he woke up.
"What's that?" Molly asked coming in from behind Marc.
"Tim is on his way back from Ireland. He's bootlegging liquor and opium, and he's probably bringing back relatives to make his crime family bigger." Marc replied.
"And you know this how?" Zeo asked.
"I paid a little visit to his brother last night." Marc said with a smile.
"And how did that go?" Zeo asked.
"Um..well, he died." Marc said.
"You killed him didn't you?" Zeo replied.
"Yes I did. I left no evidence I was there, and when the cops come around and run his name, they'll think it was a hit. Not an interrogation." Marc said.
"You had better hope they'll think that," Zeo snapped.
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As Marc, Molly and Zeo were talking, Elizabeth had gone back to the room she was using, to tidy things up.
As she came back downstairs, she looked around for a moment. Her left eyebrow raised slowly.
"Well...", she started, biting her lip for a moment, "...I see I've interrupted some important meeting."
After a long pause she looked at Zeo, who was, by the moment, in charge of keeping her safe.
"Z, I really need to get out of here. I have something important to do. But you can't come with me. Is that a big problem?"
"Yes it is," Zeo snapped again. He was not in a good mood, knowing his friend Marc just murdered someone in cold blood. To Joseph, it mattered not that the victim was a scumbag. He was a fed officer and private execution simply didn't sit well with him. Now Elizabeth wanted to go off on her own.
Zeo lit a cigarette is exasperation and didn't say anything else. He wasn't able to speak; that happened to him often when he was overly angry or upset. Elizabeth knew very well that Tim O'Leary was loose and probably back from Ireland with more power, money and men. How could she ask at this hour if she could go off alone!? Well, she said that Zeo couldn't go with her, but she didn't mention about others. Perhaps she had some dark dealings which she felt better with someone else accompany her to attend to them?
A white puff of smoke left his mouth as Zeo exhaled. He looked at Molly's daughter, and for some reason, she made him feel 3 folds as uncomfortable compared with how her mother made him uneasy. Like mother like daughter, he thought, but in Molly, at least he could sense an innate goodness. He then realized he was looking at the spawn of Jack Billings, one of the top men on his wanted wall.
"I'm going back to the Bureau," Zeo said as he put on his coat, "and I sure hope I don't see your face on the wall," indicating Marc. His friend simply gave him a 'you won't' grin'. Zeo closed the door a bit louder than he needed be, and headed back to the headquarter. Perhaps he could find out more about Tim's whereabout now that he had Marc's lead. He wanted to thank his friend for it, but at the same time box his ears.
As Zeo went about two block north from Obelisk, a young man and a woman walked by him, speaking in an strong Irish accent. "You reckon Uncle will gift me with a few cases if I get this woman for 'im?" The young man with chestnut hair said.
"Shut it and keep going." The older woman replied. Her sharp features reminded Zeo of a raven. He also noticed an ugly scar on the woman's forehead.
'Could this be...' Zeo shook his head, 'No, I am imagining that everything is connected to Tim O'Leary. Zeo, relax!' The thin man told himself and continued his way to the Bureau of Investigation headquarter.
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Elizabeth knew better than to argue with Zeo when he was in that mood, so she just nodded and sat on a chair, silently.
With her hands crossed on her lap and a calm expression on her face, she looked almost innocent, to whoever didn't know her deeply - and very few people had gotten to that.
Elizabeth's pale green eyes followed Zeo as he went out of the agency headquarters, and she left out a relieved sigh.
After waiting for a while, she stood up and excused herself.
"I'm really sorry, but I must leave you guys now. I'll solve things with Zeo later. Please, don't bother to follow me. You wouldn't want to be where I'm going."
With this somewhat dark remark, the woman went out of the agency and called for a cab. She instructed the driver to go by the docks and relaxed on her seat.
"I hate doin' that", she muttered softly, "but some things have to be done".
"Docks, miss", stated the driver, waking her up from her dreams.
She slid him a fifty.
"You never saw me, never drove me her. 'Kay?"
"Who the hell are you? Never seem you in my life, miss.", the man answered with a grin.
"Good boy", she murmured as she stepped out of the car.
She took some time to wait for the cab to disappear and started walking around like she was home.
As her steps went closer by Warehouse #18, she slowed down and slid the heavy door, closing it again after she went in.
"Look what the cat dragged in", a voice sounded.
"Shut it. I knew I'd find you here. Just want to know what you want."
Tim O'Leary walked to Elizabeth and held her face between his hands.
"You cleaned up allright, Connie. Just want a nice little treasure from your agency's Trophy Room, and I'll leave you alone"
"They keep it locked"
"And what's a lock for you? Don't you remember when we used to call you Master Key Connie?"
"That's past life, Tim. You could be talking about another person all together"
[To be continued...]
Annabelle stared at the thin man, her tiny, bow-shaped upper lip curling in distaste and vague warning utterly beyond her years. But when Molly looked down at her, she smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelashes. A tense moment followed; Molly's eyes searched her daughters face and Annabelle knew that it would take a lot more to pull a fast one on this lady.
So she changed tactics. "Mommy, I missed you so much." she said, her tiny hands enfolding one of her mothers. Molly frowned slightly, staring at her daughter in silence as if trying to figure something out.
"I missed you too, darling." she said, sounding tired again, and then looked up at the others. Annabelle fixed the thin man with a challenging stare, reminiscent of her mothers pigheaded-stubborn expression, and watched him as he made his excuses and left.
"Alright." Molly said, seeming to pull herself together. "If everyone keeps darting off, we're never going to work out a system to approach this."
But Elizabeth and Zeo were already out the door, and she sighed angrily. "Annabelle, you stay here, I'm going to find some things out."
She sailed out the door, and after a moment, Annabelle casually ducked out of the same door, headed in the opposite direction. She soon saw a young man, and a woman with a beaky nose, and paused to listen.
"...The detectives are gonna get in the way, we've got to find a way to get em all riled up so we can sail in and get the woman. Obelisk's the biggest pain in my side there is." the man said, and nodding decisively, the little girl approached them.
"You want someone in Obelisk." It wasn't a question, and they turned to look at her. "My mother is an agent, and I can help you if you help me."
"Her mother's an agent? I know the one, the redhead. What say we take her and shake em up that way?" the man hissed eagerly. Annabelle shook her head.
"Honestly, you have no imagination." she said disgustedly, folding her tiny hands. "I mean I can HELP you, from the inside..."
"...if you help me."
"How so?" the beaky woman asked.
"Easy. Find my father and deliver me to him. It's time I got my inheritance." Annabelle said politely, and then told them her fathers name. They blanched.
"Do we have an accord?" she asked, and after a moment of hushed talking they nodded. Another minute bore the fruit of her first assignment, and in a moment she was walking back into the agency as if nothing had happened, giving a tiny, secretive smile.
Her mother didn't know who she was and that was fine. She had a lot of her father in her, and Annabelle wasn't inclined to care about the welfare of a woman who had abandoned her to the far reaches of the world in the name of her "safety". More like to go off gallivanting with these men like the whore she was.
With another little smile, Annabelle set about wandering the offices, searching for something in particular.
Jack Billings sat at his desk, entrenched in his headquarters in New York and stared at two pictures on his desk. One, was of a redheaded woman with a pointed, elfin face, staring off at something, one hand idly twined in the waves of her thick, copper hair. Her eyes were huge, and her smile soft. The other was of a redheaded child, looking into the camera with a serious face. Even the photographer had been able to capture the vaguely calculating look in her eyes.
The worst thing Molly had done was send his child off away from her to protect him, for it was a matter of hours to find her location and dispense with the young Sister who was in charge of her. No, Annabelle hadn't been in Shanghai at all. He had intercepted her at the docks and spent all this time cultivating her...education at his right hand. His suspicions were correct...she was very much his daughter after all.
Getting up, he strolled out of his offices, donning a coat. What Molly didn't know...would definitely kill her.
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"But I'm not. You still got it, Connie, I know".
The woman didn't reply to that. After a few silent seconds, she asked him a question.
"What do you want?"
"I want the Silver Ring of the Druids, to start with. Have had my eye on it for quite a while. And another treasure Von Victor has been keeping"
"Leave Heim out of it. What do you want?"
"Heim", the man mocked, "quite close, are we?"
"Mind off the gutter, Tim. What... do... you... want? You have five seconds".
A dangerous sparkle showed in the green eyes as Elizabeth waited.
"My, my. Fine. I want the Ring... and you"
A loud laugh followed his words.
"Not a chance, Tim. I'll get you the Ring, and be happy with it."
The man looked at her.
"You will be back, Connie. You know you will."
The woman let out a tired sigh and left.
As she moved out of the warehouse, she wandered around for a while, remembering the days she had spent there as a part of the O'Leary Mob.
"If I could only..."
Her eyes sparkled again.
"Stupid girl. You can take them down. From the inside. You just need someone to trust"
With these words, she rushed back to the headquarters. She NEEDED to find someone to talk to.
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