Foul Play – GS.

Scene setting : Fifth and Maple Street.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa couldn’t help but grimace with contempt as she overheard Joey’s pleading. This sort of man was an utter worthless waste of food and even in her cursory examination she could smell the drugs here, much less see them. Still, they were here for a particular purpose, and even if they decided to bring this guy down for the drugs, they needed his dark room far more.

As she gladly took up her place to keep Joey under control, her finger actually resting on the trigger rather than resting alongside; unlike Frank who perhaps wanted him as a witness, she had no worries about killing a mobster. She’d done it more than her fair share of times in the past. She wasn’t really taking into account Frank’s treatment of Tommy; this was an act, and he was playing it to a T. But then Joey turned to look at her, and while she made absolutely zero reaction other than to tighten her grip on the gun, she could tell that he was scared about something, and it wasn’t her or Frank. Then…

BLAM BLAM BLAM. Blood splattered across her face her ears were ringing from the shots. Tommy’s words were unnecessary, by the time he said them she was already prone on the floor. As quickly as she could manage, she crawled for cover, pausing to wipe the blood from her face. Eventually she found a place behind a chair, and quickly got herself into a position to fire back, briefly peeking over in the hopes of spotting the shooter so she could return fire. However, even if she normally would’ve been able to, she was distracted by a slight fuzzy feeling, particularly in her upper arm. Frowning, she looked at herself… and would see red blooming on her shoulder. It was only then that she felt the pain explode as she realized that Joey hadn’t been the only one hit by the assassin.

Immediately she was on her ass and leaning up against the couch, a pained hiss escaping her as she dropped her gun, and reached up to put some pressure on it. She was completely oblivious to whether or not she was visible to the others, right now she was just trying to focus on staying alert and keep herself from suffering from blood loss until one of her brothers could get to her. Damn it… why did she wear such heavy clothing?! (Of course, she’d completely forgotten about her scarf, which had fallen off once she slumped over) This stuff couldn’t be easily torn! She tried to shout to them, to let them know of her status, but all that came out was a sound like a cat’s hiss.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The sudden sound of gunfire, followed by the loud thud and shouts from Tommy brought Frank running from the other room. Had Elissa suddenly opened fire on Joey? Had he tried to disarm her? All these things were buzzing in his mind, but the moment he turned the corner, the full scale of what had happened hit him damn quick. Another few shots suddenly were fired and whistled past Frank’s head as he too dropped to the floor. Seeing the slouched body of Joey, with his blood covering the floor and parts of the wall made him swear.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” He exclaimed as glass showered Tommy and Elissa on the floor. The window was now riddled with bullet holes, the glass having shattered and even a few holes in the curtains. The shooter had to have been across the street, watching the entire time. Crawling across the floor, Frank saw that Elissa had been hit. Frank’s eyes widened and then the horror sunk in. He had led his friends into a trap of sorts. When Joey said, he couldn’t go to jail again, and was afraid of something he wasn’t kidding. Now, their only witness to the creature that took Rory….was dead. They were now in the middle of a crime scene, and this was going to have to be explained.

Tommy crawled over to Elissa and started to tear fragments from the table cloth on the table above him. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

As he tried to help Elissa, Frank brazenly jumped to his feet and began firing at what he thought was the opposite window to Joey’s apartment. A light there flickered then went out. Whoever had shot Joey, had now fled. Frank collapsed onto a nearby couch and started to smack his own forehead with his left hand.

“DAMN DAMN…FUCKING A!” He had no other words to describe how he felt.

Suddenly, the key turned in the lock. It was Joey’s partner, Patty. She had raced home cause she forgot her purse and the sight that greeted her made her scream. “JOEY!!!” She saw the damage in the apartment and then the trio who were there, sitting in various parts of the room. “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY JOEY?!” Tommy groaned, as having this girl turn up now, was not going to help matters. Frank then held up his badge.

“Police. I’m Detective Frank Malone….Homicide.”

Tommy pulled out his phone and called 911. He explained the incident in minor details, and then sung out to Frank. “You are going to have to call this in.” There was no escaping it now. Frank reluctantly pulled out his own phone and rang head quarters on a 10-71…..and an 11-41. Slowly Frank got to his feet, as a sobbing Patty fell into his arms.

 

~RB~

 

 

“I can’t go to jail again!” – GS.

Scene setting – Fifth and Maple street

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Once they knew the actual apartment number, Elissa took up a nice place on the edge of an alleyway and leaned onto the wall. She knew full well what they were doing was illegal, or at least it was walking a tightrope, but she didn’t mind really in this specific case. There were some situations where dancing the line were appropriate, usually when the system was doing everything in its power to sabotage the pursuit of justice. Sighing, she took another swig of whiskey and looked over at Frankie, trying to figure out what was going through his head. He was so close to getting some answers, so close, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be teased in such a way. She felt for the man, as a brother in arms, and she really hoped that this would help him.

However, right now she was more concerned with Tommy. While his reassurance that he would be alright was appreciated, she wasn’t certain. She hated this idea of sending a civilian to the wolves, and just didn’t have the heart to tell him off or the mind to come up with a better plan. Granted, he wasn’t some helpless lamb, but it still worried her, and in some small way, when she saw the window open she felt kind of relieved. Putting away her flask, she gestured to Frankie and headed her way up. As they went, she definitely sent a concerned look Frank’s way, but she wasn’t certain she’d show that she wasn’t so much afraid for her own safety. She could handle herself just fine.

Once up to the apartment, she’d wait for Frank and make an ‘after you’ gesture to the door, considering that it would probably be a more impressive entrance if he went in. Of course, if he didn’t take her up, she’d take the initiative. Either way, she’d walk in calmly and authoritatively, straightening her scarf as she joined the congregation and very calmly looking at Joey, all emotion gone from her face and replaced with an expression made of pure ice. Even when looking at Tommy, checking to see that he was okay, she was completely emotionless, just a simple blink to confirm that he was alright before gazing straight at their quarry.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Down by the car, Frank was feeling a little apprehensive. Joey was known to be irrational when disturbed, and knowing Tommy as he did, all it would take was one slip up. This was going against normal police procedure, and if it went belly up, he could see himself being demoted or worse. He hated the idea of getting Elissa into trouble, but this guy may well hold the clues aside from the few photographs that he had sent Frank in the mail. Staring up at the window for signs from Tommy, Frank then noticed that Elissa was offering a swig of whiskey from her small hip flask. The detective paused for a moment, and then realizing the drink could only help cut back the nerves he was feeling. Taking the flask, he took a sip before letting out a gasp. It really hit the spot. Handing it back, he uttered a word of thanks before watching her gesture that they were going to head up. It was now or never. Patting his jacket which concealed his fire arm, he followed Elissa into the building. Tommy had opened the window as a sign for the two to come up. The tension was growing.

Reaching the door, Frank tensed when Elissa made an after you gesture. Frank gave a small shrug and then with one bold kick from his boot, he punched the door open, much to the surprise of Tommy…and Joey.

“FUCK IT’S THE COPS!” Joey blurted, realizing he had a bag of hash in plain sight. He was not expecting this, and much to his shock he threw up his arms and went as white as a ghost. Frank had his gun drawn, and this may well have impressed Elissa, who followed in walking calmly whilst straightening her scarf. She looked over everything as Frank aimed his gun at Joey’s head. “AGAINST THE WALL….SPREAD EM, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Joey didn’t wait to be asked twice, doing exactly as Frank ordered, shaking in his boots. “Don’t you have a warrant?” He squeaked, knowing this was out of the ordinary. Frank simply scanned the room and then saw the bag of drugs.“You….Bozo.” He referred to Tommy. “You his dealer?” Yep, Frank was playing it like he didn’t know Tommy at all, and Tommy quickly bought onto the act they were going to play out. “No….Officer…I swear. I’m innocent.” Smirking, he then shouted at Tommy. “Hands behind your head, and on your knees.” Tommy shot a look at Elissa, like he wondered what Frank had been sniffing…or drinking. But Frank had it worked out. As he started to frisk Joey, he turned his head to Elissa and said. “Check the rooms, before we call this in.”

If she went into the spare bedroom, she would discover it was a dark room. The walls plastered with pictures, but most importantly, a whole heap on the large beast, just like the ones that he had sent Frank. In Joey’s terror, he didn’t recognize Frank at first, mainly since the death of Rory had aged him.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was a damn good thing that Elissa couldn’t laugh, because honestly she would’ve done just that as they stormed into the room, the sight of Joey’s reaction making a smile tug at the corners of her lips. Still, she too pulled her gun out as they came in, if for nothing other than show. Still, she remained nice and calm; she knew what Frank was thinking, and hopefully he was right that Joey wouldn’t be smart enough to think that Tommy was actually part of their little cadre. When she caught Tommy’s eye, she just smirked and gestured with her gun (though pointing to the side rather than at him) to get down. Then, at Frank’s order, she quickly began making her way through the rooms.

She made a lot of noise, slamming each and every door open as she went and acting like it was a full-blown drug bust or whatever it was that Frankie was claiming it was. However, besides the place looking and smelling like Satan’s ass hole, she didn’t find anything of any real note… until she came upon the dark room. Oh, this place was a goldmine of what they needed, but while the NYPD would, in general, have a field day with this stuff, her eyes were immediately dragged to those of the thing that they were hunting.

Immediately she came back into the room with the other three, and snapped her fingers to get Frank’s attention before gesturing in the direction of the spare bedroom/dark room, nodding confidently to confirm they had exactly what they needed. If he wanted to take a look and not take Joey with him, she’d gladly take control of him, making sure she had him by the wrists and keeping her gun at the ready, even if she didn’t expect to have to use it. Regardless of whether that happened, she’d make gestures like she was making sure to sweep Tommy to keep him down, but really it went nowhere near him, and she’d give him wink and a smile to tell him ‘well done.’

 

Razorbackwriter:  The slamming of cupboard doors would have Joey wincing, since he had drugs stashed all over the apartment. He wasn’t a user, he was a dealer and his main source was from the East side Mob – The Monaros. A bust like this was going to send him down, and as he kept his place against the wall, he tried to plead with Frank. “I can’t go to prison again. Look….I’ll make a deal with you, coppa.” He had his face to the wall, so he couldn’t see Frank’s face, but the detective was already getting the feeling by the way Joey was acting that they had stumbled onto something big, not just the evidence in what killed Rory.

Hearing the snapping of fingers, Frank and Tommy both looked up to see Elissa come back out from one of the rooms she had searched. Her face said it all. Frank raised an eyebrow and then said. “You keep your gun on the suspect, while I check the back room.” He went past Tommy and shouted at him “WHAT YOU LOOKING AT, ASSHOLE?” Yeah, Frank was getting some mileage out of paying out on Tommy. He had to sound convincing. Walking into the hall way, he let out a nervous sigh, before walking into the dark room. JACKPOT! The room was filled with photographs and there on the string that ran across the room were the same pictures as the ones that had been sent to him. He pulled one off the string and stared at it. He wasn’t the only one that saw it. He had an eyewitness……

Back out in the lounge, Joey was getting anxious. You could say he was worried about something more than the cops. He slowly turned, hands in the air to face Elissa. “I can’t go to jail again.”

~BLAM BLAM BLAM!~

Shots were fired through the window, that Tommy had opened earlier and hit Joey. Two in the head, one in the chest. His body jerked and spasmed, as his brain was splattered against the nearest wall. Joey teetered on his feet, before dropping like a sack of potatoes on the floor. Tommy screamed at Elissa. “GET DOWN!”

 

~RB~