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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 5, 2009 20:22:54 GMT -6
Giovanni stood around the deserted train tracks, constantly checking his watch. It wasn't everyday when a large shipment of Sicilian heroin came into his possesion. He would have to thank his Uncle Enrico for getting him into contact with the suppliers. Though, Giovanni wondered when the private train was going to arrive with the shipment. Luckily though, he had two of his closest and most trusted friends with him, Luciano and Raul. Though, Giovanni had part of his mind on other things, Serafina was kidnapped by God knows who and he still was no closer to figuring out who did it, than he was to becoming President. Pacing back and forth, Giovanni patted the Beretta in it's holster around his shoulder. He was in the heart of Montagna Turf, and he would be ready if they tried to interfere.
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 5, 2009 20:43:10 GMT -6
Luciano watched Gio checking his watch, although it was more of a blank stare than anything else since his mind only stayed on thoughts of Serafina. He had been killing himself over her being missing. He went out almost everyday and all night looking and starting fights with any low life criminal who might have something against Giovanni, that was the reason he had a healing black eye and split lip. He didn't let Gio know though, he couldn't because it was too suspicious. He hadn't been sleeping and just wanted to get the shipment and exchange over and done with without trouble. Especially trouble from the Montagna family.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jul 6, 2009 3:21:58 GMT -6
It seemed like all members of the trio had their minds on different things. Raul had the FBI busting his balls over the murder case every few days, and even now it had been a pain in the ass to slip away unnoticed and be sure nobody had been following him. Standing there, occasionally moving a cigarette to and from his lips, Raul tapped his foot lightly on the ground. The atmosphere was too tense for this kind of thing - it was a huge deal, and it wasn't getting the concentration it deserved... a prime ambush time...
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 6, 2009 19:56:13 GMT -6
Giovanni walked towards Raul and Luciano and said "Never trust those fucking Zips to be on time." The he chuckled, and said "You guys ready for anything. This isn't our turf." Suddenly, there was the sound of an approaching train, and sure enough a few moments later, a train stopped dead next to them, and four armed men emerged. They were the Zips transporting the Heroin. Giovanni moved forward to greet them.
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