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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 7:04 pm
Richard O'Sullivan O'Sullivan looked up from the papers to O'Callighan, "I don't either. But this guy looks legit. It's apparently a new guy the boss is workin' with." He looked from the paperwork to the young Irish lad, "Plus there's a shipment in the cellar the boss wants us to take a look at.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 12:27 am
Seamus watched the Exchange between O'Sullivan and O'Callighan with more than a passing interest. After a moment he called out to them, "ay boys! Need help with the Russian?" He knew a decent amount of Russian but in this case it was unimportant because he had done the background check. The papers they had received likely contained information on the shipment and a character analysis.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 6:53 am
Brian O'Callighan Brian looked at Seamus. "No. I don't think we do." He said. "Legit you say." He said looking at O'Sullivan. Something did not feel right about this Russian. 'If the boss is willing to work with him then it must be fine.' He thought. He sat down and looked around. "So when do we check the shipment?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 9:31 am
Richard O'Sullivan"It's downstairs in the basement." O'Sullivan replied, "Here's the inventory sheet. Why don't you take O'Connor here and go check it out. That'll free me up to get some other things done." He handed O'Callighan the inventory sheet. He had other shipments to check but those were down at the dockyards. He would take O'Connor and O'Callighan with him, but he needed to check the paperwork over first.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:42 am
Brian O'CallighanBrian nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He looked at the list. The list read: booze, guns, ammo. "Looks like the usual." He smiled at the thought of more guns. He stood up. "Hey Seamus how about you join me in the basement to look at inventory." He went down the stairs to the basement.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:11 pm
"I'm with 'ya," guns and booze wasn't as interesting as a well kept secret, but it beat sitting around up here. He followed Brian down the stairs humming and old Irish song to himself called 'dreaming of home.' When they got to the basement Seamus moved the slide off the door and opened it, pointing to the back he added "it'll be back there."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:25 pm
Brian O'CallighanBrian smiled a big smile. He loved guns. "Let's crack it open." he said grabbing the crowbar. He popped the top off. "Let's see. Some Thompsans, B.A.Rs, M1911 pistol, and a few shotguns. The usual drinks. Last but not least high velocity armor pierceing rounds." He said. Brian chuckled a bit. He was going to have fun customising those guns. "Think we got enough?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:41 pm
 Shayla Fagan After taking payment for the boxes of costumes, and finding no waiting order for more Shayla went to her next appointment. Her ma would die of shame to she where her daughter went now a days. Her next place of call was even more disreputable then this gin joint.... Cigarillo lightly clutched between her darkly painted lips Shayla went outside once more umbrella in hand and her dolly cart she pushed with the other. Beautiful grey skies again...she though as she walked on down the road.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 9:00 pm
Seamus looked over the crate, "pretty standard shipment... Looks like its all here." This wasn't what he was worried about however, "we need to be careful at the warehouse later." After thinking for a minute he added, "the Russians are pretty straight forward dealers but they have some aggressive enemies that would love to dirty their reputation infront of new clients." It was a good tactic... Seamus had done it. He was done inspecting so he turned away and waited for Brian to finish. It was his job to think outside the box, plan one step ahead of the enemy.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:30 am
Brian kept looking at the guns. He picked up on of the B.A.R. magazines and shook his head. "Ten shots won't be much help." He said. He placed it down and looked at one of the pistols. "Semi. I can make it full auto." He kept examining the guns. 'My job is to make it stronger and faster.' He thought. He looked at Seamus. "Oh sorry. Just so many ideas and improvements need to be done." He said. He walked over to Seamus. "Shall we go?" Brian O'Callighan
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:08 pm
Seamus nodded before heading back uptairs, now they just had to collect the third man and be on their way. Looking around he didn't see O'Connor yet, "wait for him in my booth?" Seamus made his way over and took a seat, the atmosphere in the club was starting to pick up.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 11:13 am
Brian O'Callighan Brian went back to the crate. He grabbed all the weapons and spread them out on his work table. "Pistols, B.A.R.s, Thompsons, then the Shotguns." He said. Brian liked to lay out his work and plans. "If someone is going to try to ruin the meetings then we will have firepower." He began to work on the pistols. 'Every upgrade I do can help us.' He thought.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 6:05 pm
 Egan O'Connor Flipping the record to the old record that he played so much it was warped, popped and burbled. it was just some old record but to him it was special it was the record that played before he left for Europe as an idealistic idiot. He returned a cold, embittered relic, old before his time and too cynical to be use to anyone. He came home couldn't find a job, his family couldn't understand him. He became an island totally alone, and with no other options he started his booze trade using the family's whiskey recipe and now it was an empire and he was little pretend king of the mountain...at least for now.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:14 pm
SIC VIS PACEM PARA BELLVM "... Ze Harlequin! Was für ein fantastischer name!" As Gerulf walks into the bar he makes throws his arms wide and speaks quite loudly. Anyone in the bar would probably notice him unless they were drunk. Which is probably half the bar he thought to himself. He walks up and sits at the bar. "Hallo mine gut man! Vas doss zis kneipe haff on ze... tap? Tap, ja? Ja, tap! Vas on tap?" His smiles all through his thick accent and eventually orders a bottle of good brandy and a mug of beer.
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Byakko Yasutsuki Vice Captain
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