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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:46 pm
 Francesca Gattarini
Francesca rolled her eyes at her Uncle as the young lady left to give his order to the kitchen. "Well uncle, if you could tell me where I might hire some young Turks who think with the head on their shoulders I would be much obliged." Francesca said as she took another long drag of her cigarillo. She was used to her uncle and his womanizing ways he was no different than her father or any other man she had ever known.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:55 pm
 "Well in that case you are asking the wrong person dear. As you have just noticed I don't think with the head on my shoulders, but rather the one between my legs." he said with a big grin. He took a good sized swig of the scotch, "But, in all seriousness that guy should qualify." he said nodding to the door, which Alessandro D'Amarco just walked through.
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:07 pm
Francesca Gattarini
"And what, would you say you based that on?" She asked as she looked at the young man she had given a job to a little while back. She turned back to her uncle and ordered a bottle of champagne for herself. She may be the boss here but a wise person at the very least listens to advice from the more experienced.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:29 pm
"I have the kid drive me around from time to time. All he talks about is getting made and you may have heard what I am about to say if not then oh well. I tell everyone I am retired, but I can't stay out of the game. This kid looks after a small smuggling operation I have going and performs quite well." Carmela came back with his rigatoni, which was fine, but so-so. "Thank you hun."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 8:27 am
Reinhard Eichmann
German Mob Boss  It was dangerous going into an establishment owned by another crime syndicate in the city, however Eichmann wasn't worried as he walked into Hatshepsut's Palace. This was the home of the Italian Mafia. Normally any outsider would have been treated with a shrewd coldness, just as any outsider would have at Die Pröbelbasis. Eichmann expected no less, but he was sure that his status within the the German mob would carry some weight. After all, it wasn't every day that a Mob boss came out and ran his own errands, but this was important enough that Eichmann knew he had to make an impression, which was why he didn't send König to do it, or Heimbrecht for this meeting. Eichmann took off his hat and nodded to the barkeep as he walked up to him, "I am looking for your boss." He said, his German accent thick, but Eichmann spoke very good English. It was a skill he'd picked up while on the front lines during the Great War. He always believed it was important to know the language of your enemy, so that you would have a better chance of understanding their plans. He stood with his hands folded infront of him. He wore a plain khaki suit, with a redish tie, which went with the shirt that his wife had picked out for him that day. He was always well dressed, Eichmann believed that to be well dressed was to be well received. He could only hope that would hold true now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 1:55 pm
Francesca Gattarini
"hmmm, how is he with a gun?" she asked as she looked over to the bar noticing the German at the bar. She had seen him before he was somebody in their gang. Francesca wrote a small note and handed it to the waitress when she brought her the champagne. The not told the bar keep he could send the man over. "Oh, Uncle seems we have a visitor a Kraut, would you like to pretend to be someone again?" she asked with a wicked look. Women we very rarely heads of anything let alone a boss in their own right, the Italians were no exception. The German would probably think her nothing more than a bit of arm candy for her uncle. this was a chance to see just how much he knew about the Italian's operation.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 8:38 pm
"Anything for my little niece. Besides it should bring back some fond memories. As for the young chap I don't know how he is with a gun. He hasn't had to use it while working for me, but I would assume he is good he has been muscling since he was a kid." Furio put the cuban in the ash tray and saw the bar point the German their way. "Well here he comes." he said as he poured himself another glass of scotch. The man seemed intelligent enough. No common soldier, a capo or up was more likely the case from what he wore.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:21 pm
Reinhard Eichmann
German Mob Boss Eichmann removed his hat and thanked the bartender for the information before walking over to the older man who sat with a glass of scotch infront of him. He bowed slightly showing respect, "Vengo con grande rispetto, signore. Sono Reinhard Eichmann. Io sono il capo della mafia tedesca. Posso sedermi?" (I come with great respect, sir. I am Reinhard Eichmann. I am the boss of the German Mob. May I sit?) Eichmann spoke Italian, from his days in school. He spoke to the Don with great humility as he wanted to show that he came to them on their terms with an agreement that would be mutually beneficial to both groups. There was no real bad blood between the Germans and the Italians. Eichmann had never seen them as a rival, nor a threat. Rather he saw them as a potential ally and as tensions began to rise in the city, Eichmann decided that now was the time to reach out.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:37 pm
Furio gestured for Eichmann to take a seat with his hand. "How nice of you to speak my peoples language, so rare these days even among the family. You speak english correct? I saw you speak to the barkeep." he took a sip of his scotch. "Very bold of you to show up here. However you wouldn't have come by yourself if it wasn't something beneficial to us both no?" He and his niece now knew who ran things for the Germans. If the time ever come where the man needed to be removed they now knew who to go after. However he did not and Furio was too old to care if he was popped or not. (darn you and your translator...makes me look bad haha)
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:46 pm
Reinhard Eichmann
German Mob Boss Eichmann nodded, "Ja. I do." his English was a bit broken, and his accent heavy, but he spoke fairly fluent English. Eichmann sat and kept his hands in sight so that no one would think that he was going for any sort of weapon. He hadn't even brought one, another sign that Eichmann came out of respect for a mutually beneficial arrangement, "Sir. As you are no doubt aware, tensions in the city have become quite high. Between the Chinese ourselves, you and the Irish, the city has become a bit cramped." He paused a moment, "I would like to suggest an allience between our two great organizations. Between the us we control over three quarters of the water front property in the city. It would severely hamper the other groups if we combine our efforts and blocked off their trade to say nothing of the difficult time they would have transporting in their smuggled goods." He paused again, "This is to say nothing of the threat posed by Mr. J. Edgar and his friends, no? With so much activity in one city it's only a wonder why he hasn't taken notice of it sooner. How long until they arrive? If we can protect each other, we can expose them as the true criminals, and rid ourselves of them without evening having to lift a finger." He waited to see what the Don would say.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:48 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:12 pm
A month has passed in the windy city of Chicago. It is now early April Spring may be here but there is still a n** in the evening air. It leaves you raw much like the long held tension of the uneasy truce between the gangs. The only question now is who will strike first and where?
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:35 pm
Francesca Gattarini Francesca leaned back in her chair watching the floor show. She had paid back all her creditors this slice of the pie was hers, all hers and anyone who thought otherwise would have another thing coming! The decor was a perfect replica of one of Hatsheput's temples back in Egypt. The people who worked here were dressed to match. The best part since it was so fancy she had the upper crust the people who had real money to throw around. From the booze he the illegal gambling this was were the right came to feel risk without any real social sigma.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 7:27 pm
Furio wobbled in through the main door with his cane. He didn't really need the cane nor did he actually wobble, but the old man liked for the ladies to help him out, it gave him just a tad of excitement for his old bones. He gave his coat and hat to the doorman and spotted his young niece across the room. With a lighter step than before he eased his way towards her table. The place had really opened up over the past month, business was never better and Francesca seemed happy with this sliver of heaven all to herself. He got to her table and cleared his throat to get his niece's attention. "Evening gorgeous." he said, now taking a seat in the chair across from hers.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 8:11 pm
Francesca Gattarini Francesca smiled "And helo to you too, still getting the pretty young things to help you I see." She could only imagine the trouble he must have gotten himself int as a younger man. As she spoke she waived her hand and a waiter placed a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table "Are you hungry?" She asked as she began to fill a glass.
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