I believe "SanFlippino Family:" was the title of that 'group', the group containing Don.
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[EM] It's Not Personal. It's Business.
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I believe "SanFlippino Family:" was the title of that 'group', the group containing Don.
You signed up at a time when it was full. But rick_snagwell seems to have dropped out, so there's room for 1 more. You're in if you want; just pick a role.
sorry raven...ill stay if you need ofcourse. just won't be able to check anything till nighttime PST
to speed thing s up, why don't you just randomly assign all the roles?
alternatively, it might be better to wait till monday. weekend tend to be very slow
alternatively, it might be better to wait till monday. weekend tend to be very slow
You may have a point....this games can come to a stand still if everyone isn't around to participate.
No worries, if we start Monday, then we start Monday. I'm cool either way.
Most ideal scenario would be that everyone picks their roles by tomorrow, and I'll PM everyone their roles, and set everything up with the Don (goon placements, etc) so that we'll hit the ground running on Monday.
jav6454, since you're the Don, watch out for my PM tomorrow or so and work with me on Sunday to set the map up.
Other than that, good weekend everyone!
All PMs sent.
However, -aggie- backed out, so we have one spot remaining. I have PMed Eldiablojoe asking if he is still interested in playing.
However, -aggie- backed out, so we have one spot remaining. I have PMed Eldiablojoe asking if he is still interested in playing.
Alright Shaun.P, you're in. You'll be the Enforcer, it's a bit of an unorthodox role, though! 
We're waiting for jav to place his baddies on the map, then we'll start.
We're waiting for jav to place his baddies on the map, then we'll start.
Alright Shaun.P, you're in. You'll be the Enforcer, it's a bit of an unorthodox role, though!
We're waiting for jav to place his baddies on the map, then we'll start.
Oh, thats done and sent.
Ok, I wish you people some luck...
Buona fortuna a tutti. Io, il Don, saluto il tuo coraggio e audacia in questo sforzo. Tuttavia, certi, sarete tutti morire.
Tip: My Honduran, and hence Spanish, background allow me to easily pick up romance languages. I learned French, now I'm learning Italian.
Ai miei cari seguaci, vi ringrazio per essere qui con me. A coloro che mi si oppongono, unitevi a me o, come ho detto prima, morire.
All right! Let's get started!
From this point onwards, jav6454 and Shaun.P will not be permitted to post in this thread. If they wish to communicate with the assassins, they must do so through Scepticalscribe.
Opening story post upcoming...
From this point onwards, jav6454 and Shaun.P will not be permitted to post in this thread. If they wish to communicate with the assassins, they must do so through Scepticalscribe.
Opening story post upcoming...
It's Not Personal. It's Business.
***
ravenvii sat silently behind his oak desk, watching as his Consigliere opened the door, letting the hitmen - and hitwomen - into ravenvii's office.
"Sit," said ravenvii simply. As the men and women sat down in the six chairs set before the Don - all but one, who remained standing - ravenvii looked at them one by one.
ravenvii did not know their names. Only their 'specialities,' and the fact that they are the best money can buy.
The man in a long coat and wearing a fedora that he did not take off, is the expert with guns. The best gunslinger in the business, they say. He stared right back at ravenvii with unwavering challenge. "Look at me wrong and die," the eyes seemed to say. ravenvii knew this to be a baseless assumption in his own office, but elected not to dispel it.
To the man's left is a strikingly beautiful brunette in a tight leather outfit, her legs crossed and her face locked in a "come here - I dare you" smirk. Men took the bait and regretted it mightily, ravenvii knew. This is the expert of being stealthy. Rumors say she could enter an impenetrable safe, steal its most valuable contents, and it would be days before anyone even noticed. Looking at her, ravenvii decided this rumor is most likely true.
Moving his glance to the nervous man next to the woman. The doctor-turned-assassin did not look the part at the least. His eyes darted from ravenvii's face to the wall behind him, where pictures of his family hung, to the faces of his colleagues and then at the floor. Despite his skittish appearance, the man is an expert at quickly getting a wounded man up and running. Valuable for when a mission gets messy - and it always does.
Next is a man in camouflage. His face, with its wide grin, is the face of a madman. ravenvii knew it is not far from the truth. Bombs is his life. Blowing **** up is his passion.
The second hitwoman, sitting in the front and to ravenvii's right is wearing a dark blue suit, her fedora respectfully laid on her lap. The woman nodded towards ravenvii when the Don's eyes fell on her. He has not expected there to be a second woman. Certainly not a former CIA agant. Most definitely not one who considers torture her profession. Despite her respectful demeanor, this is the expert of torture, able to torture information out of anyone. ravenvii did not know the details of her work, nor did he want to. She will prove very useful in obtaining information for their mission.
The last hitman, pacing near the wall to ravenvii's right, is a skinny man in clothes more fitting for a bum peddling the streets of Manhattan. The drug dealer-turned-hitman looks as if he is no threat to anyone. ravenvii knew, however, that liks his colleagues in the room, looks are deceiving. His knowledge and use of drugs to enhance the senses and abilities of the person is unparalleled.
ravenvii finally nodded and spoke.
"You all know why you are here. I have hired you all to take down the Sanfilippo family. Don Sanfilippo will be at his mansion tonight - make sure you are also there.
"Don Sanfilippo is a secretive fellow, and a blueprint of his mansion is difficult to find. However, one of my men was able to obtain a blueprint of the mansion before Don Sanfilippo moved in. It was partially destroyed in a fire, and might not be accurate, but make use of it as you will."
ravenvii took a folded piece of burnt paper from his desk drawer and opened it on the desk as the hitmen and hitwomen gathered around.
"As you can see, there's not much. However, we do know that the mansion is two floors, and that there are two entrances - " ravenvii pointed to the left side of the blueprint, then the right, " - here and here. The Don will probably be locked up in his office somewhere on the second floor, protected by his goons and likely the Sanfilippo Family enforcer." ravenvii looked up at the assassins pointedly, "do not underestimate Don Sanfilippo. You are the best money can hire, but Don Sanfilippo also has money to burn. I hired six of you, instead of just one or two, to make damn sure the job will get done. You understand me?"
The assassins nodded one after the other. "Good. Make sure Don Sanfilippo sleeps with the fishes tonight."
With a wave of his hand, ravenvii sent the assassins out of his office. As his Consigliere closed the door, ravenvii finally relaxed in his chair.
"Is this a wise idea," ravenvii's Consigliere asked, "those... killers look like they belong in a mental asylum."
"Damned if I know. Those hitmen - and hitwoman - look nuts as all ****. I can't help but get the feeling that they'll happily **** us over if offered a better incentive."
ravenvii sighed. "But there are not many choices open to us. We cannot let anyone **** us and get away with it. Not the Sanfilippos. Not anyone."
***
It is now night. As black as she's ever seen, the clouds covering any light that might have been given by the moon. Her idea of the perfect night.
As the hitmen - and hitwoman - silently strode up the stairs leading up to the patio of the Sanfilippo mansion, Moyank24 hung back, in the darkness. She does not like to expose herself to the light unless necessary. And she was hesitant to take her eyes off the other hitwoman. Men are easy to control. But women - women are unpredictable.
The mansion is immense. Only two floors, but sprawling, and the ceilings are high - the height of a floor is equivalent to a two-story house.
Moyank24 slowly left the shadows as the assassins gathered to discuss their entrance into the mansion...
***
The map that ravenvii showed the assassins are displayed below...
***
ravenvii sat silently behind his oak desk, watching as his Consigliere opened the door, letting the hitmen - and hitwomen - into ravenvii's office.
"Sit," said ravenvii simply. As the men and women sat down in the six chairs set before the Don - all but one, who remained standing - ravenvii looked at them one by one.
ravenvii did not know their names. Only their 'specialities,' and the fact that they are the best money can buy.
The man in a long coat and wearing a fedora that he did not take off, is the expert with guns. The best gunslinger in the business, they say. He stared right back at ravenvii with unwavering challenge. "Look at me wrong and die," the eyes seemed to say. ravenvii knew this to be a baseless assumption in his own office, but elected not to dispel it.
To the man's left is a strikingly beautiful brunette in a tight leather outfit, her legs crossed and her face locked in a "come here - I dare you" smirk. Men took the bait and regretted it mightily, ravenvii knew. This is the expert of being stealthy. Rumors say she could enter an impenetrable safe, steal its most valuable contents, and it would be days before anyone even noticed. Looking at her, ravenvii decided this rumor is most likely true.
Moving his glance to the nervous man next to the woman. The doctor-turned-assassin did not look the part at the least. His eyes darted from ravenvii's face to the wall behind him, where pictures of his family hung, to the faces of his colleagues and then at the floor. Despite his skittish appearance, the man is an expert at quickly getting a wounded man up and running. Valuable for when a mission gets messy - and it always does.
Next is a man in camouflage. His face, with its wide grin, is the face of a madman. ravenvii knew it is not far from the truth. Bombs is his life. Blowing **** up is his passion.
The second hitwoman, sitting in the front and to ravenvii's right is wearing a dark blue suit, her fedora respectfully laid on her lap. The woman nodded towards ravenvii when the Don's eyes fell on her. He has not expected there to be a second woman. Certainly not a former CIA agant. Most definitely not one who considers torture her profession. Despite her respectful demeanor, this is the expert of torture, able to torture information out of anyone. ravenvii did not know the details of her work, nor did he want to. She will prove very useful in obtaining information for their mission.
The last hitman, pacing near the wall to ravenvii's right, is a skinny man in clothes more fitting for a bum peddling the streets of Manhattan. The drug dealer-turned-hitman looks as if he is no threat to anyone. ravenvii knew, however, that liks his colleagues in the room, looks are deceiving. His knowledge and use of drugs to enhance the senses and abilities of the person is unparalleled.
ravenvii finally nodded and spoke.
"You all know why you are here. I have hired you all to take down the Sanfilippo family. Don Sanfilippo will be at his mansion tonight - make sure you are also there.
"Don Sanfilippo is a secretive fellow, and a blueprint of his mansion is difficult to find. However, one of my men was able to obtain a blueprint of the mansion before Don Sanfilippo moved in. It was partially destroyed in a fire, and might not be accurate, but make use of it as you will."
ravenvii took a folded piece of burnt paper from his desk drawer and opened it on the desk as the hitmen and hitwomen gathered around.
"As you can see, there's not much. However, we do know that the mansion is two floors, and that there are two entrances - " ravenvii pointed to the left side of the blueprint, then the right, " - here and here. The Don will probably be locked up in his office somewhere on the second floor, protected by his goons and likely the Sanfilippo Family enforcer." ravenvii looked up at the assassins pointedly, "do not underestimate Don Sanfilippo. You are the best money can hire, but Don Sanfilippo also has money to burn. I hired six of you, instead of just one or two, to make damn sure the job will get done. You understand me?"
The assassins nodded one after the other. "Good. Make sure Don Sanfilippo sleeps with the fishes tonight."
With a wave of his hand, ravenvii sent the assassins out of his office. As his Consigliere closed the door, ravenvii finally relaxed in his chair.
"Is this a wise idea," ravenvii's Consigliere asked, "those... killers look like they belong in a mental asylum."
"Damned if I know. Those hitmen - and hitwoman - look nuts as all ****. I can't help but get the feeling that they'll happily **** us over if offered a better incentive."
ravenvii sighed. "But there are not many choices open to us. We cannot let anyone **** us and get away with it. Not the Sanfilippos. Not anyone."
***
It is now night. As black as she's ever seen, the clouds covering any light that might have been given by the moon. Her idea of the perfect night.
As the hitmen - and hitwoman - silently strode up the stairs leading up to the patio of the Sanfilippo mansion, Moyank24 hung back, in the darkness. She does not like to expose herself to the light unless necessary. And she was hesitant to take her eyes off the other hitwoman. Men are easy to control. But women - women are unpredictable.
The mansion is immense. Only two floors, but sprawling, and the ceilings are high - the height of a floor is equivalent to a two-story house.
Moyank24 slowly left the shadows as the assassins gathered to discuss their entrance into the mansion...
***
The map that ravenvii showed the assassins are displayed below...
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