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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Apr-22-2010 21:04

"Cut!" The director screamed. He ran onto the movie set and stared at the lost man in a tacky detective costume. The director was a head shorter than most actors, but his stare was fierce. "I told you for God knows how many times, read your script as it is WRITTEN!"

"But real detectives don't say things like 'What were you doing at the time of the murder.' It's a straight give away to the suspect that a murder had taken place!" The poor man defended.

"God damn it, who cares what you say as long as it's a talkie film. A MOVIE!" The director slapped his script on the prop table. He turned to his crew, "Who hired this genius?"

The crew was stone silent. The cameramen wiped their bulky equipment fervently like their life depended on it. The lighting crew looked at their silver lamps as if they saw it for the first time. The soundman listened to his playback looking for noises that didn’t exist.

A young man in a plaid sweater put up his shaking hand, "but sir, you said you wanted an authentic guy to play the part, so I got you a real detective."

"I said I wanted an authentic LOOKING guy, Martin! Not the real deal. This is show biz, use your brain, if you're not SITTING on it!!" The stumpy director bellowed.

"But…"

A voice light as chimes cut through the quarrel. "Boys, if you don't mind, I'll just go powder my nose." The lead actress with white blonde hair and the figure of an hourglass floated back into her dressing room.

"Yes of course, certainly my darling." The director cooed. He then turned coldly to Martin and the detective. "We'll take a 15 minutes break for you two to sort this out."

"Break! 15 minutes!" Martin announced, he then turned apologetically to his friend, "I'm so sorry, detective Zeo. I know most of this doesn't make sense, but can you please stick to your lines?"

Joseph Zeo looked at his shiny detective costume and gave a weak smile, "I dig what you mean," he sighed, "and you know I wouldn't have taken the job if I wasn't low on dough.

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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Apr-27-2010 19:47

Marc jumped up pulling out both pistols and aimed them at the figure in the door way.

"Whoa there, Marc. It's me," Zeo said, holding his palms up and open. He then walked in and closed the door behind him, wearing a solemn look on his face.

"Sorry, yesterday's incident have me on the edge." Marc replied as he put his guns away. "What's the matter, you look grim."

"I think today's shoot have just been cut short." Zeo stated.

"What do you mean?" Simone sounded alarmed. She stopped herself from tweaking her eyebrows in the mirror and turned to the two men.

"Riza just had a 'conversation' with Salazar, and left him with a few broken body parts. Since Riza had been seen by a few people and had a 'run in' with the security yesterday, they are reporting her to the police. She might be in big trouble now. I quickly ushered Riza off the set and asked her to meet us at my office. I think she did found out a few things though. Anyway, Martin attended to Salazar and have called an ambulance. Without a conscious director, we cannot proceed with the shoot today. Martin is dismissing the cast now..."

"Oh the poor man!" Simone exclaimed.

"I believe 'the poor man' hired someone to beat up your brother badly, but didn't kill him. Anyway, we can talk about this when we're out of here." Zeo got up. "I am going to try to call Vulkie too, see if she's back from her photo hunt. I'll meet you two outside by my car."

***

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Apr-27-2010 19:48

When the group finally settled down in Zeo's office with their regular booze and cigarettes, Riza told them about her discoveries.

"Tony Genovese? That's Vito Genovese's good for nothing nephew," Marc remarked. "The wise guy doesn't have half a brain in his head, and would've ended up dead on the street without his last name as a protection. How did Salazar get that kid to do things for him?"

"The director does have his own connections, true." Simone's voice rung out like tiny bells in the wind, "You cannot imagine what people would do when they were promised to be made stars in a movie. Of course, most of the time they were just being lied to, just like the girls who listened to my brother."

"Speaking of which," Vulkie voiced out as she placed 3 photos as well as a torn one on the table, "I found a man dropping these as I battled him inside your brother's apartment."

The photos depicted naked women being nuffed by some Italian men. They were all very graphic. Zeo's heart winced when he saw them. What animals would do these things to any girl? Simone picked up the photos and flipped them over one by one. She brows furled together. "This is not all the photos."

"Yes, the guy took off with half of them." Vulkie replied.

"I need the rest." Simone blurted out.

"What do you mean you 'need' them?" Riza raised an eyebrow, "If the mob has taken them back, isn't it the end of the story? They've got what they wanted. If I were you, I'd just hand over the rest and get on with my famous movie star life!"

Simone stifled what she was about to say. She took a deep breath and said instead, "Yes, you're right. That's the end of it."

"No it isn't," Zeo said, "we now have a lead as to who killed your brother. Tony knew that Johnny fell to his death, and don't think he heard it in the news either. Tony must have seen something. I'm going to find out what he knows."

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Apr-27-2010 19:49

"I'm coming with you!" All the detectives said.

"Marc, you must stay with Simone. We'll be back as soon as we can. Riza and Vulkie, arm yourselves with all your gears."

"You know i'm always readied." Riza said nonchalantly and walked to the door.

Simone got up on her feet, "You really don't need to do this! It's okay, let my brother rest in peace!"

"No death should be unavenged." Vulkie said, "Don't worry, we'll find out who killed your brother. Joseph, can we drive by my place to pick up my 'collection' of firearms?"

Zeo nodded and the three hurried off, leaving Marc and Simone behind.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Apr-27-2010 20:56

Marc was just asked to do the unthinkable. To go behind his friend's backs. He had no clue how this would turn out. But he had to protect Simone Summers too.

"Simone...This is not going to be easy." Marc said. He sat down in a chair and ran his fingers through is hair. After a moment Marc pulled out his pipe and lit it. "We leave when just before darkness," Marc said after a moment.

Within a couple of hours Zeo, Riza, and Vulkie had not returned. Perfect. "Let's go," Marc said grabbing his small fedora. Quietly, the two people left.

"Where does this Sleven guy live?" Marc asked when they pulled out from behind the hotel. She told him where to go. Within an hour, it was dark. Night time was Marc's best friend. He knew how to use it. He shut the lights off in his car and slowly crept up the driveway the average sized house, just outside the city. "Stay here," Marc said shutting of the car. He pulled the keys out o the ignition to make sure that she wasn't going to set him up. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but even those you trust..something can always go wrong and Marc wasn't going to take the chances. Besides, he knew Simone wouldn't go anywhere. Marc started for the front door.

--Inside the house--

Marc walked quietly inside the house. The front door was locked but luckily Marc knew how to pick locks. He wasn't proud that he knew how to do it but it always came in handy from time to time. Marc could hear some noise. It sounded like someone talking to himself. It didn't matter. Marc was here to get the photos. Marc entered to room to find Sleven trying to hide some pictures.

"Sleven," Marc said,"I think you have something that belongs to me."

"Who the hell are you?!" Sleven screamed. He dropped a small box. All he could see was an outline. A tall, creepy looking figure standing in the shadows. Sleven reached for the light switch. Marc moved faster and shot the light in the room, blowing the bulb. Now they were in total darkness.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Apr-27-2010 20:57

((One quick note; that shouldn't say "hotel" I meant office. The are in Zeo's office not a hotel))

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Apr-27-2010 21:11

"Give me what I want," Sleven and you'll live to see tomorrow.

"F**K you!" He screamed. Sleven reached for a pistol and Marc fired another shot. The bullet zipped through the air missing his head by mere inches. Marc was sure that Simone could hear the gun shots outside.

Marc walked up to Sleven who was still trying to find his gun, and cracked him across the face. "Where are the photos?" Marc asked.

"What photos?" the man spat back.

CRACK!

Marc hit him again across the face. This time, blood poured from the wound above Sleven's right eye. He grunted as he fell over. Marc picked him up and sat him down in a chair.

"Now, where are the photos that Johnny took?" Marc asked again.

"Johnny who?"

BANG! Marc shot him in the left knee. "Don't play stupid with me, asshole! You know! Your best friend. Now where the photos?"

"You'll get nothing from me!" Sleven said behind tears in his eyes from the pain. And with that, Marc shot him in the other knee. Sleven cried in agony as his patella was shattered from the .45 slug.

"In the box!" In the small box. There is a small portion of photos..he has more...they are hidden. I don't know. I swear to god!" Sleven cried.

"Swear to me!" Marc growled, "Who has the other photos?"

"I never knew the guys name. I was Johnny's closest friend. But this guy...I think he's family..maybe a cousin..I don't know his name...his last name I think..I think is Rodgers...." Sleven said with sweat pouring down his face.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Marc said picking up the box. He turned and pointed the pistol at Sleven's head.

"Wait! You said you'd let me live!"

"I lied," Marc said. "Sorry." Marc pulled the trigger.


Marc got in his car and left with Simone and the small box of photos. "This is only a small part of them," Marc said.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Apr-27-2010 21:21

"Only part of all the photos?"

"Yes," Sleven said that they have been divided up. One person who has some is a cousin of yours with the last name of Rodgers." Marc said.

"But for now, we are going to a safe house that I have." Marc said.

They drove in silence to the safe house.

--At the Safe house: Location is somewhere deep in the heart of the city--

Marc had just killed someone in cold blood. This would not be the first nor the last. He didn't have to tell Simone that Sleven was dead. In fact, he didn't even show signs that he had just killed someone. Whether or not she knew was beyond him.

Marc sat the box down on the small table and Simone sat down. Marc turned on the light switch. Inside the box was a pile of photos of women. More pictures of them being nuffed by a group of men.

"Your picture isn't in here, Simone" Marc said after a minute. They dug through the box several times. Someone else had that photo.

Marc pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was late. Very late. Which meant that the others had found that Marc and Simone were gone. He was now sure that they knew something was up.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Apr-28-2010 08:58

Vulkie ran out of her house and jumped into the waiting car, her jacket bulky with concealed weapons. ‘Hey, do you really need all those?” Joseph queried, looking Vulkie up and down.

“Of course! Always better to be prepared,” Vulkie replied. “And stop staring at my lady bits.” Joseph turned back around in his seat, blushing slightly.

“Ok, let’s go,” Riza said, and hit the gas. The car lurched forward. Ten minutes later they found themselves across the street from a rather run-down looking apartment building; not the type of place you’d expect a Genovese to live in.

The three slowly and quietly got out of the car and snuck across the street, which wasn’t all too hard considering the amount of noise the two-directional traffic made. “There’s no Tony Genovese listed here,” Joseph said, confused.

“Let me see,” Riza said, pushing to the front. “Evans, Phillips, Smith…” Riza read as she ran her finger down the list of tenants on the wall. “Here!” she exclaimed, pointing to an “I. Gerard” near the bottom.

“Riza, that’s an I, not a T. and Gerard is not Genovese,” Vulkie said, giving Riza an odd look.

“No, wait, she might be onto something,” Joseph said, leaning closer. “See right here? The white lettering on the sides of the T has been rubbed out. And what a better way to hide the fact that you’re a Genovese than by changing your last name to another G!”

Riza smirked. “Shall we then?” The three proceeded in the open front door and crept up to the third floor until they reached a hidden side door down a long corridor marked 3F.

Riza and Vulkie looked at Joseph. He nodded. The women positioned themselves on either side of the door. “Landlord! Open up!” Joseph said in a gruff voice, pounding on the door with his fist.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Apr-28-2010 08:59

“What the hell? I already paid this month’s rent!” a deep voice called from inside as the door was wrenched open. Tony Genovese stood there in black dress pants and a dirty stained undershirt, a scowl on his face. His expression slowly changed to surprise as he saw who was standing there. “What the-oomph!” he cried as Riza and Vulkie simultaneously tackled him to the ground.

“On your feet, and don’t try anything!” Riza yelled, pulling out her pistol and aiming at his heart. Vulkie had two huge black guns aimed at him as well, staring him down, not showing any fear.

Tony slowly got onto his feet, and put his hands up in the air. “So, I hear Salazar hired you to do some work for him?” Joseph asked.

Tony didn’t answer. He only stared down the barrels of the guns pointed at him. “Answer the man!” Vulkie screamed, firing off a shot. He flinched as the shot went right past his left shoulder and blew a huge chunk out of the cheap wall. Tony still didn’t answer.

“How do we crack a mafia man? He’s probably been through tougher situations that this,” Vulkie muttered into Joseph’s ear. Joseph smiled. “Riza? Go ahead and do whatever you need to do.”

“My pleasure,” she said, handing Joseph her pistol. “Hello there Tony. Not talking, huh?” She grabbed a bunch of his oily hair and yanked it downwards, forcing the big man to his knees. She pulled back, ripping strands out of his head one by one.”

“You’re one sexy lady, you know that?” he finally said, grimacing while smiling up at her. Riza forcefully smacked him across the face, her long nails leaving bloody gashes across his cheek. “Pig!” Tony started to laugh. His eyes darted to the open door, but he didn’t dare make a move since three guns were still trained on him.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Apr-28-2010 09:01

Riza raised her right stilettoed foot and brought it down hard on his shoulder. A loud crack could be heard, and then Tony started screaming. His arm had detached from his shoulder, and his neck was bent sideways towards the other shoulder at an unnatural angle. The heel of the boot had cut through his flesh, and there was now a two inch deep gash left, which was gushing blood. “ANSWER the man, dammit! Don’t make me torture you to near death like Salazar!” Riza grinned madly.

“Alright! Alright! Salazar asked me to beat up some guy for him. God knows he couldn’t do it. The guy’s a puny little shrimp! I owed Salazar some money, and he said I could pay him back that way.”

“And what did you do, exactly?” Riza asked, bending down close to his face. Suddenly, Tony lunged at Riza and tried to tackle her down. BAM! A shot was fired, and Joseph stood there holding the smoking gun. “Gah! You people are insane!” Tony yelled, now crying and staring at his now other bloody, useless hand.

Riza got up off the floor and stared daggers at Tony. “You shouldn’t have done that. You’re gonna pay now.” She removed her knife from her jacket pocket and plunged it deep into his shoulder wound. Tony roared in agony.

“What did you do?” Riza repeated.

“I jumped Johnny from behind as he was coming out of his place, and took him to a deserted part of the neighborhood. Then I dragged him to the roof and beat the shit out of him!” Tony spat.

“Keep going,” Vulkie said.

“I didn’t kill him or nothin’. Salazar just told me to rough him up a little. And I did. But not a little, a lot,” he admitted.

“And what happened after that?” Joseph demanded.

“Then I left to get some food. Man’s gotta eat, and that Johnny guy had some dough in his pocket.”

“So you left him half-dead on the roof, huh?”

“Pretty much. Though if I knew he was gonna fall over the side become a sidewalk pancake, I would’ve just shot him then and there. Less messy.”

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