Innocenti and Pulse

GM: Aspanu Innocenti
Players: Aspanu Innocenti, Pulse, Stitches in the background
Synopsis: Aspanu and Pulse discuss the on going Org War and a missing Mafia member.


Aspanu Innocenti calls up Pulse to come meet him. In the background behind him, a man semi-laying in the trunk of a limo is yelping in Russian and is being "questioned" by a female ork. Aspanu is at the mouth of the alley fairly far away from the scene.

Pulse's own cadillac pulls up in front of the other end of the alley. Out steps Pauly, shutting the car, locking it, the big man's blue eyes glowing softly in the dim light. He's got a predator jammed into one of the interior pockets of his coat, and a manhunter in a conceal-carry holster at the small of his back. He steps forward, looking at the bodygaurds, and lights a cigar. "Mr. Innocenti. You called?"

Aspanu Innocenti nods. A few more screams from the Russian, a cascade of blood oozes out of the trunk of the car. Aspanu nods, "Obviously, and firstly I'd like to thank you paisan for taking care of that dirty laundry I needed you for. Now-" he motions to the back, "We're looking over their books for discrepancies." He breathes in the stale garbage air. "You may have heard through the grapevine, Big Man Miller is missing. Have you heard this?"

Pulse nods once, stepping closer to his oft-times boss, offering him a cigar, as well. "I have heard. Do you want me find him? Or have another message sent?"

Aspanu Innocenti shakes his head, "Keep your ear to the ground for now. Sucreasi and I are not sure if he's….a rat fink fuck of a traitor or something worse. I just paid his god damn medical bills and magical healing bills for that gavone witch doctor. " He pulls out a water bottle from his pocket and has a sip, he spits the water into a tepid puddle that spells like piss. "The people watching him were all whacked at his house and he's gone. I'm trying to find out if this is Vory's but from the looks of it-" The russian man appears to have passed out. "It aint likely."

Pulse takes another tug from his cigar. "Right. I'll keep my ears out, you know that." Smoke slowly pours out of his nose. "Got another idea or two. How we playing this? Let them move in, but make sure they know their place? Push them out of our town? Or use them to finally pull the teeth of the damn osakas?"

Aspanu Innocenti nods, "Russkies? Let them play ball with a good chunk of tribute…..they got top snatch prosties." He grabs his junk. "Too small to fight back and with all this press, I don't need another headache. I appreciate your idea." He breathes wearily, a bodyguard comes forth and whispers something in Aspanu's ear. He nods and the bodyguards walks back. "Osaka's must be making a play. Sucreasi buys their beetles from them, I'm thinking Miller's sold us out maybe got a group of runners with him doing all this shit. But still, Big Man ain't that smart." He shakes hish ead exasperated, "For now keep this business between us. Hire some talent that you can take care of if need be, see about locating Big Man. But don't touch him don't let him know you know…..si?"

Pulse nods. "Recon work," he says. "I got it." He reaches into his coat while the boss stands close, and hands something to him. "Got biz taking me out of town, boss, but I'll keep my hands moving in town. Here's a secure comm code for me, while I'm gone." He meets the Don's eyes. "Don't get killed again, and we'll take care of this little bit of trouble. How much can I pay my talent?"

Aspanu Innocenti nods, "Keep it under 25kay if you can. Don't want anyone to get too curious yea?" He turns on his heel and heads back towards the alleyway as steam envelops the mysterious Don.

Pauly watches him leave, then finishes his own cigar and tosses it aside. He gives a final look at the Don's bodygaurds, then steps back into the darkness himself, bound for his car and happier parts of town.

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