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Post by maxvale76 on Mar 7, 2011 17:13:42 GMT -6
9:02 pm, September 1st, 1927; Manny's Warehouse, 1st Ward, Lakefront City; Wisconsin
The two black four-door sedans turned off thier headlights and coasted into the parking lot of the Warehouse with no gas being applied to the engines; ensuring that the cars were silent in the windy night... As the cars coasted to a stop, the four men inside the vehicles could see dim light coming from underneath the stout, closed and chain-locked double doors leading into the warehouse. As the four men got out of the vehicles, they all hunched thier shoulders and pulled down on the brim of thier hats as the chill wind ripped through them. They huddled together; with a tall and broad-shouldered brown haired man with a stern look speaking in a quiet but firm tone...
"Allright men, you all know the drill. We've recieved several tips that a Tolino brewery is located in this warehouse and we know for sure that an empty Truck from the Miller Brothers Trucking company pulled in here two hours ago and hasn't emerged since. We all know the Millers have been shipping the booz for the Tolinos for a couple of months now. We've got a warrant to search this place from Judge Fallon; though I had to do it without Commisoner Anthony knowing about it. God knows, he only wants us to hit O'Connor joints; 'cause that's what Van Horn wants."
Carl Beck looked into the eyes of each of the three Prohibition Agents on his team in turn; Sal Delucia, Orrie Cather and John Band. Gribbing his pump-action Winchester 1912 shotgun; Carl slowly and delibertly disengages the safety and racks the first 12 gauge shell into the chamber. "There's no turning back after this boys...you'll definitely be on Anthony's bad side if you do this with me. I'm here because it's my job and my late partner died doing his duty against these thugs and I'll be d**ned if that doesn't stand for something. You're all new to this though; so I'm giving you one last chance to bow-out. So....what's it gonna be? Who's with me?"
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Post by coffee on Mar 8, 2011 1:19:52 GMT -6
Johnny Lucky chambers a round in his pistol as well.
"I'm in," he says, looking Beck right in the eye.
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 8, 2011 8:51:56 GMT -6
I look around and flash a grin. "As long as we end up in the papers looking good, I don't care who's on the other side - O'Conner or Tolino! C'mon, let's get 'em... so what's the plan, Bossman? Straight in, or through the windows sneaky like?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2011 15:21:29 GMT -6
Orrie snaps out of his fame daydream inspired by Sal's words. "I knew you and I were going to get along."
He checks his clip, loads it, then looks to the shotgun then back at his gun and shrugs. "All set Beck. Should I slip over to the door and check things out?"
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 8, 2011 16:23:42 GMT -6
"Maybe we should position the cars so that they can't do a fast getaway..."
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Post by maxvale76 on Mar 11, 2011 17:36:09 GMT -6
Carl Beck; seeing that all of this men are with him, gives them all a tight-lipped nod of approval.
In quick, impatient respone to thier questions, he answers curtly;
"No time for putting the cars together and besides, the truck they have would crash through our cars anyway"...
"The only windows are twenty feet up; it'd take too long to rig up a way to get up that high"...
"The press can be a good weaopn when we have to use it; but there's too many informers and friends of the mobsters and gangster in the papers for my liking...like that Lingle rat..."
"No, we all go in together... we catch up by suprise and get this over with as soon as possible."
He ends with; "Allright then; let's do this!"
With that; Special Agent Carl Beck kicks open the door to the warehouse, located some twenty feet to the side of the locked double doors for the trucks to drive up and moves through the deserted entry room in a rush. There's an open doorway obviously leading to the large, lit main-room of the warehouse and thorugh it, several voices can be heard.
The four agents rush into the room and find themselves in a large open-air room with a plain cement floor and stacks of crates in one corner; near a ledge that leads down to asphalt and the open back-end of a delievery truck, with a large barrel on the lip of the ledge and even with the rear deck of the truck.
Several hanging light-bulbs illuminate the center of the warehouse; but leave the corners in shadows. In the well-lit area; several men turn to the sudden commotion; and off to one corner; the unmistakable sight of a good-sized still is clearly visible. The smell of beer wafts over the incoming Prohibition Agents and for a moment; a strange silence overtakes the room.
Beck shatters the silence with a growled order of; "Federal Prohibition Agents; put your hands up! This is a liquor raid and you're all under arrest for violations of the Volstead Act!"
There are six other men visible in the room...
Near the still a rather chunky man with mutton-chops and a bushy mustache has a rather panicked look to his eyes and seems to be muttering in German...
Right next to him; a rather slick-looking man with dark hair, gelled-back, seems to have a rather annoyed look and he moves towards Beck in a slow, easy manner...
A pair of hard-eyed looking men stand about twenty feet from the still; between the two men there and another two men by the truck; which is yet another twenty feet or so from them on their opposite side. They keep thier hands visible, but thier eyes are watching the Agents' like hawks...
Finally, the last two men are by the truck; loading one last heavy barrel; to join the other 9 allready loaded onto the truck. These two men are polar opposites in appearence. The first is short and slim, with a clean-shaven face and his eyes are hugely open and nervous sweat and energy seem to fill up his entire being. The man right next to him however, is a tall, heavy-set and seems to have small, beady dark eyes and a glacial, frozen stance...
The pause seems to drag out for a long heartbeat; when the slick looking man; whom the Agents recognize as one; Guillermo "Willy the Weasel" Valdacci; a Tolino mobster; speaks up to Beck.
"What're you doing here Beck? Don't you know the deal by now? Anthony puts you boys to work agaisnt the O'Connors...not us...I would've figured you'd have learned that by now...what with the untimely passin' of your partner and all...."
Weasal's words are cut short by Beck's sudden swinging of his shotgun's butt around and the rather loud 'crack' sound of the impact with the side of the mobster's head. As Willy drops to the ground; the room suddenly explodes into action....*
*Orrie notices some movement in a far-off shadowy corner
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Post by maxvale76 on Mar 16, 2011 22:40:46 GMT -6
Agent Beck (B) lashes out at "Weasel" (A) with the butt of his shotgun and connects with his jaw with a rather vicious sounding "crack" that echoes throughout the warehouse. The Tolino mobster crumples to the ground and then the room seems to explode into action... The mutton-chopped older man (R) drops to the ground by the still; shouting out something in German... From the shadows behind where everyone is facing off; a slim man moves quickly and a flicks his wrist, sending a silvery object spinning end over end until it reveals itself as a throwing knife which buries itself in Beck's shoulder... The two mob torpedoes reach inside thier jackets for guns; the one on the left (E) pulling out a Colt 1911 .45 pistol while the other mobster (F) pulls out a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun... The slim, nervous looking man (C) dives to the ground and rolls towards the loaded truck. His larger, angrier partner (G) rushes Agent Sal Delucia (D); swinging a powerful fist at the young Prohibition Agent's head.. OOC: Okay, I know the picture looks like something a 6 year old would do; but after making a much cleaner, more detailed map of the warehouse; I realized it was WAY out of scale with the little pieces used to represent the people, still, truck, etc. and just said "screw it" and came up with this real fast...sorry for the crudeness... Okay: for the round; everyone plese say what you would like your character to do....Agent Beck has knocked out "Weasel" and been wounded by a throwing knife. The knife thrower (who is not on the image); is only seen by Orrie; who sees that this figure is running towards the back of the warehouse, into darkness... The ranges are pretty much point blank (Sal and the big guy charging him) or short range (within 20 feet) for everybody else. Attachments:
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 17, 2011 8:33:02 GMT -6
(OOC: you might want to convert your DOCX's to DOCs or JPGs - a JPG can be posted as a picture within the post. "Take out the two drawing!" I yell out as I attempt to duck the ham (G) trying to put his meaty fist into my face and tackle "Slim" (C) who's diving towards the truck.
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Post by coffee on Mar 17, 2011 12:49:59 GMT -6
(Okay, I can't see the image. So I'm kinda guessing here...)
Johnny plugs the thug drawing the double-barrel (F).
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 17, 2011 14:28:52 GMT -6
(Coffee, click on the document attachment - if you can't see the JPG embedded, I will put it as an image on the thread.)
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Post by coffee on Mar 17, 2011 16:48:29 GMT -6
(Coffee, click on the document attachment - if you can't see the JPG embedded, I will put it as an image on the thread.) I clicked, but Microsoft Word said that it was a newer version that made it. I'd download the compatibility thingie, but I'm at work and they frown on things like that. So yeah, if you could post a jpeg that'd be great!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 20:27:40 GMT -6
Post of the image. Will add actions in a bit. Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 20:55:04 GMT -6
Assuming that Orrie is within closing distance of E baddie, he will close and fight fair smacking E with his pistol butt. While doing so he calls out:
"The circus act is running out the back!"
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Post by maxvale76 on Mar 21, 2011 8:50:57 GMT -6
Agent Beck stumbles back a few feet, staring in shock at the sight of a knife protruding from his shoulder. A long moment passes and then he curses in pain and yanks the blade out while at his feet; "Weasel" is out cold and drooling blood and spittle out of his broken jaw...
Glancing around the room; Beck sees the two torpedoes with thier guns out and raises his shotgun to his bleeding shoulder and prepares to fire a blast at the other shotgun-wielder in the warehouse...
Agent Band puts a round from his .45 into the right side of the Mobster* yanking out a sawed-off double-barrelled shotgun causing the mobster to swear in anger and pain and his aim to be a bit off as he pulls the trigger for one of the shotgun's barrels.
Though his aim is off; the deafening blast of the shotgun sprays a cone of shot that does catch Band in the hip and upper thigh and he is almost knocked off his feet from the force of the impact*.
Meawhile; Agent DeLucia takes a few steps towards the slim little man dodging towards the truck and feels a hammer blow land on the back of his right shoulder which inadvertenly helps propel him towards his target.
In a tangle of limbs; DeLucia lands on the little man running for the truck and they both fall to the ground with Sal landing on top of the man and the man seems to have had the wind knocked out of him as he appears to be rather limp and trying desperately to catch his breath. The large man who punched Sal, leaps down from the raised landing and advances on Sal with his arms outstretched...
Agent Cather rushes forward to pistol-whip the pistol wielding triggerman and hears and feels the zip of a bullet pass within inches of his ear as the mobsters rushes a shot at him with his .45 automatic. Orrie then gets within in reach and swings his pistol in a mightly arc. The mobster dodges back and avoids most of the blow; but a corner of the butt of the pistol does catch him with a grazing blow that splits his lip and draws blood...
In one corner; the German brewmeister continues to lie on the ground with his arms over his head; muttering in German; while in the darkness of the back of the warehouse, a door can be heard to be thrown open and the sounds of running feet on pavement can be heard....
*Sal takes 5 points of non-lethal damage from the punch; Johnny takes 4 points of lethal damage from the shotgun blast
OOC: For round 2; the shotgun-wielding mobster appears to be hurt fairly bad; but is still on his feet and aiming his shotgun at Band.....Sal's original target is down and not really moving while the large man is right above him; clearly about to launch another punch....Orrie has a lightly bleeding, pistol-armed mobster at point blank range in front of him and Agent Beck is firing his shotgun at the shotgun-wielding mobster...
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Post by coffee on Mar 21, 2011 9:18:28 GMT -6
Johnny shoots the shotgun guy again (hoping to get his shot off first...!)
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 21, 2011 9:59:44 GMT -6
"And stay down, ya d**n weasel!" I smirk at the dazed and confused "Slim."
Given that it sounds like I'm on the ground on top of "Slim", I'm going to kick out my foot into the stomach of the "Hulk" above me and then aim for the chest or head (not the groin - yet). It sounds like the only option I have?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2011 20:41:09 GMT -6
Orrie glances down at the bloodied lip of the gunman: "now check out my backhand" Orrie swings again.
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Post by maxvale76 on Mar 28, 2011 14:49:42 GMT -6
Orrie lands a devastating backhanded pistol whip into the jaw of the pistol-wielding triggerman, causing his head to snap back with the force and drop in a half-spin to the ground. However, as he falls, he pulls the trigger of his .45 and Orrie feels his shirt suddenly getting wet. Looking down, he sees the blood stain on his left side and a moment later, the pain kicks in*....
Agents Band and Beck fire thier weapons almost simulataenously and the shotgun blast from Beck and Band's .45 shot both crash into the mob Torpedo and blow him back a few feet and flat onto his back. On his way to the ground, his trigger finger twitches and sends a charage of buckshot from the unfired barrel of his sawed-off shotgun into the ceiling...
Band and Beck glance at each other and both give a quick nod and then they turn to check out the situation in the rest of the warehouse. They see Orrie knock-out the other Torpedo; though he gets shot in the process. They also see De Lucia struggling with a large, unarmed man over by the truck loaded with liquour barrels...
Agent De Lucia kicks backward at the hulking brute closing on him and feels his kick mostly slide off the man's thigh and hip. Then De Lucia feels the big man grab his kicking leg and use it as a lever to slam him into the side of the truck. Sal's entire body seems to ache and he hears bells ringing in his head as he finds himself on the ground, looking up towards the hulking brute as he closes in to grab him up off the floor**...
Meanwhile; Prohibition Agent Andrew Neals; sick of working for his corrupt boss; District Commissoner Michael Anthony; hears about the work of honest agent Carl Beck and decides to throw his lot in with him. Travelling to the First Ward, he gets there just in time to see Beck and his men, all armed, getting into cars with VERY serious looks on thier faces. Figuring that somethine's about to go down, he decides to tail them.
Losing the fast moving agents a couple of times in this unfamiliar part of the city; Neals manages to find them again at the warehouse and sees them going in strong. Quickly parking the car; he pulls out his weapon and jumps out of the car and begins to move towards the kicked-in door as soon as he hears the guns go off...***
*Orrie takes 9 points of Lethal Damage from the Gunshot (he's currently at 10/19 HPs **De Lucia takes 5 more points of Non Lethal Damage; he's currently at 9/19 HPs ***Neals will be coming into the warehouse this round; he will NOT be able to take any actions, but he WILL see the entire situation and be able to take next round.
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 28, 2011 15:08:56 GMT -6
Agent De Lucia kicks backward at the hulking brute closing on him and feels his kick mostly slide off the man's thigh and hip. Then De Lucia feels the big man grab his kicking leg and use it as a lever to slam him into the side of the truck. Sal's entire body seems to ache and he hears bells ringing in his head as he finds himself on the ground, looking up towards the hulking brute as he closes in to grab him up off the floor**... **De Lucia takes 5 more points of Non Lethal Damage; he's currently at 9/19 HPs Does this affect my ability in what I can do? (I don't have the rules with me today at work.) Is "Slim" still on the ground or is he still trying to get to the truck? Depending on that, then I'll post my next brilliantly stupid move. ;D ;D ;D
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Post by kipper on Mar 28, 2011 21:52:22 GMT -6
At the first sound of gunfire, Agent Neals draws his pistol and sprints at breakneck speed towards the open warehouse door. "D**n it!" he curses to himself for his own stupidity in arriving late, and thinking the other FBP agents are in mortal danger and in need of immediate backup.
"Agent Neals!" he announces loudly enough to be heard over the gunfire as he enters the door and surveys the chaotic scene.
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Post by chicagowiz on Mar 29, 2011 12:04:28 GMT -6
"Oof, that's gonna leave a mark, Martha!"
Seeing that "Slim" is still down, I'm going to reach for my revolver and aim dead center at the big brute. "That's as far as you go, big boy! One more swing and you're dead meat!"
"NEALS!" I call out when I hear him. "Make sure these louts don't do a quick getaway!"
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Post by coffee on Mar 29, 2011 16:26:16 GMT -6
Since everyone close is down or being fought, Johnny will run toward the back to try to intercept the guy Orrie was talking about.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2011 8:37:07 GMT -6
Orrie staggers over to the fallen gunmen. "You bastards ruined my shirt!" He then, rather roughly, starts cuffing the downed men. Keeping an eye on the rumble over by the truck, he motions for Beck to lend Sal a hand.
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Post by maxvale76 on Apr 4, 2011 15:46:53 GMT -6
Sal manages to yank out his revolver and starts to yell out both a threat to the big man beating on him and the newcomer Agent. However, his weapon is rather roughly knocked out of his hand by the Big man, who then pulls back a massive ham-sized fist to clock him when a deafening shotgun blast sends bits of canvas and splinters flying around behind him.
The big man drops De Lucia and quickly raises his hands above his head as a scowling, bleeding Agent Beck racks another shell into his Shotgun with its still-smoking barrel pointed right at the big man...
Johnny Band rushs towards the back of the warehouse and half trips over a long, narrow, metallic object leaning against the wall which only slows him down for a minute. Reaching the back door, he flings it open and sees an empty alley way. Racing outside, he quickly sees that the alleyway connects to several others and while trying to decide which way to go, he hears the sound of a car engine revving up and tires squealing. Running towards the sound, he only manages to see the tail-lights of the car as it escapes into the night.
Angrily kicking some cans in the alley, Johnny returns to the warehouse and realizes that the item he tripped over is a Winchester Model 7 .351 semi-auto Rifle with a fully loaded clip...
Orrie slaps the cuffs onto the "Weasel" and the German man who had cowered throughout the fight. The man manages to get himself together and says in heavily-accented English; "I no criminal....I Hans Mueller...I just make beer!"
Agent Neals arrived too late for the fight; but he goes over and pulls the skinny truck driver up off the floor and takes the man's wallet and sees that his driver's license says that his name is 'William Ricketts' and that his large partner's name is 'Sven Larrson'...
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Post by kipper on Apr 4, 2011 22:44:36 GMT -6
"Looks like you boys had everything under control after all!" Agent Neals exclaims, "A lot of good I was!", he adds with a laugh. He holsters his pistol and aids in the disarming/cuffing/arresting of the men.
While doing so, he explains to Beck (and the others) that he's tired of his corrupt boss and wants to do some real good, which is why he wants to work with you guys as he's heard you're the only clean crew around.
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Post by chicagowiz on Apr 5, 2011 7:54:40 GMT -6
I slap cuffs on the big guy.
"Told ya you'd be dead meat, cupcake!" I laugh in his face. "Next time, ya listen or ya feel, understand."
I'll "retrieve" the shotgun. "Confiscating this in the name of Uncle Sam, fellas. I'll put this to good use. Besides, it'll look good in the pictures in the papers!"
Do any of the thugs or criminals have any books, notes, ledgers or other items of record on them?
"Someone look around for the books. The DA might like to look at 'em."
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Post by coffee on Apr 5, 2011 13:26:29 GMT -6
Johnny returns to the rest, carrying the rifle he found.
"Good thing they didn't use this on us!" he says, holding it by the barrel, midway along, his hand covered with a clean handkerchief. "But maybe we can lift some prints off of it, find out who it belonged to."
Then he looks around for any likely place they might have kept the books.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2011 8:39:31 GMT -6
Orrie eyes the rifle. "That looks like a nice piece of hurt." He heads over to the brewmaster and has a chat. "So, Mr. Brewmaster, if you're not a criminal, how about you help us out and give us the names of your employers and any other info you know. We might see fit to agree with your statement then."
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Post by maxvale76 on Apr 18, 2011 15:41:40 GMT -6
The next few hours are rather anti-climactic as a thorough search of the Warehouse doesn't lead to any dramatic findings; though interrogations of the terrified Hans Mueller and the truck and papers found on the Truck drivers quickly lead to some obvious confirmations of thier intel-gathering process over the past week.
Hans Mueller has been employed by the Tolino mob for almost a year; running this still and confirming that everyone in the warehouse this evening; with the exception of the two truck drivers; were members of Tolino's crew. "Weasel" Valdacchi pretty much ran this warehouse with his two enforcers; the late Antonio "Tony the Tiger" Bataglia and the concussed Ernesto "Ernie the Elephant" Fabrini; providing 'security'.
The two truck drivers were employed by the Miller Brothers Trucking Agency; and while big Lars Svenson wasn't saying a word; little Charles "Chuck" Lawrence was clearly sweating bullets. The Miller Brothers were clearly doing delievery duty for the Tolino's and Mueller tells the Prohibition Agents that the alchohol was to be delieverd to "Little Augie's" Speakeasy in the 1st Ward.
The mysterious knife-thrower ws known to be one of Tolino's personal 'hit-men'; and Mueller didn't know his name; but everyone called him "The Basque"; and were terrified of him. He had showed up unexpectedly that night; to ensure that things were going smoothly; according to Mueller. Mueller said he had heard that 'The Basque' had killed over a dozen people; all with knives; in the past few years.
Beck had called in a few police officers that he trusted and had them take 'Weasel'; Ernie; Lars; Chuck and Hans downtown; though he personally assured Mueller that he wouldn't be there long as long as he continued to cooperate. He also called both major papers in town; and a couple of cub repoters came out and took photographs of Orrie; Band, De Lucia and the newly-arrived Neals (Beck purposely stayed out of the pictures); and the cops breaking up the still and the barrels of alchohol.
Following that; Beck made sure that Johnny kept ahold of the Winchester Model 07 Rifle; Orried the nickel-plated .45 and Sal kept the sawed-off Double Barrel and the four returned to their small office; attached to the 1st Ward's Post Office. They put the newly gathered weapons in the gun-locker; and then Beck and Band went to the hospital to get patched up.
It was going to be a busy week...
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Post by chicagowiz on Apr 18, 2011 15:45:04 GMT -6
Sal is going to head on over to a moving picture show and try and lose the headache by finding a lovely dame to pass the time with.
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