Run Me Down (Open)

[Eric Black]

The tires screeched to a stop as Black slammed on the breaks. He jumped out of the cruiser in pursuit of a suspect on foot. They ran across the street before entering a park. It was midnight, so there was no upsetting any children as Black tackled the suspect from behind and wrestled the man onto his back. The suspect struggled, giving Black reason to raise a fist into the air before smashing it into the man's face several times.

"Where. The fuck. Are. My. Drugs?" Black asked in between strikes, the man's bloody forehead shining against the moonlight.

"I don't...don't know what you're talking about...," the battered man groaned, laying motionless as Eric stopped hitting him.

"You sure about that, Jacky? Because a little bird told me you ripped the stuff off my friend. You did this to me, Jacky...not too smart, you know that? Wouldn't take much for me to get you locked up for another five years, would it?...So here's what we're going to do. You're going to give me my fucking drugs right now, or I'm taking you downtown and I'll tell all my cop friends how your little shit shack has been transformed into a grow op...got it?" Black ended, raising his fist to hit the man again.

"No, no, no, wait!...Okay, okay...jesus...it's in my pocket...didn't know he was one of your boys, Black, I didn't know I swear," Jacky pleaded, scrunching up his face in preparation for another thrown punch. But no punch came as the lieutenant fished the bottle of pills out of his pocket, rattling them for good measure.

"No harm done, Jacky. Everyone makes mistakes. Just don't make them with me. Not again. And hope the Provenzano family doesn't catch you after ripping their merchandise...there's a lot worse things than jail," Black said, getting to his feet as he pocketed the bottle.

For a moment he felt weak, his head spinning as he stepped away from the injured man. Withdrawals? The need was getting stronger, and it was fucking him up...but what choice did he have? Black walked back to his police car, his movement a little stiff as he sat in the driver's seat. He pulled out the bottle and swallowed a pill before leaning his head back against the headrest.

[Rios Schelentzy]

Rios walked through a park, spotting what looked like a battered man. "Ah, Jacky, Jacky. Looks like someone got to you before me, all the more reason I won't get arrested for your murder" Rios laughed lightly, as he pulled out a piece of fibrewire and wrapped it tightly around his neck. And pulled at it insanely. Breaking his neck easily. Rios rummaged through the pocket of Jacky, and drew his wallet. And he walked off slowly, and he spotted Eric in the car. Now he knew the Attacker. Eric Black. Darn' corrupt cop, who you couldn't trust. Never make a deal with him. Unless you have to. Rios was far enough away to spot him, but the dense bushes of the park concealed him. And he walked off into another direction, not running. But making a slow, steady pace.

He reached his car, a nice kitted out one. He inserted the keys into the door, and unlocked it easily. Taking a seat in his driving chair. He shut the door quietly behind him. Leaning his head back on the headrest. Taking his Bottle of Whiskey from his drink holder, and took a deep sip. He placed it back, and drove off quietly, as he waited till' he got far enough away. And he dialed Eric's number, he knew it all to well. He had been given it before now. "Eric, you know the cop's are going to find it suspicious your area was hit. What if an anonymous call reached the judge's ear? I'm only kidding buddy. How about we have a drink? I'm thirsty?" He asked down the phone, a wide grin on his face.

[Eric Black]

Eric jumped slightly as his cellphone began vibrating in his pocket. He dug the phone out sluggishly, placing it against his ear only to hear the voice of Rios Schelentzy. He rubbed his forehead as Rios spoke, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Jacky? Naw, they wouldn't find it too suspicious. He's been a member of the walking dead for a looong time now...see, he never realized screwing around with the families was a bad idea. My good friends at the station wanted him to squeal about anything he knew on the five, offering our protection...lets just say I had a good talk with him to keep his mouth shut. Everyone's happy," Eric said, looking out the car window, "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I declined, but I gotta insist, Rios, that we go to an establishment of my choosing. I get a little bit nervous when an underboss of the DiLeonardo family knows exactly what I'm up to...you know I'm too pretty to swim with the fishes, right?"

Paranoia set in a little more often around the DiLeonardo's than with other families. The Provenzano family was powerful, but they had a good thing going together so there wasn't much need for concern. The other lesser families of the five were most likely too weak to dare touch him, but the DiLeonardo's...well, Black wasn't sure if anyone was untouchable to them.