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M.S.R.P. II • View topic - Old Friends [NPC Recruitments + Heist]

M.S.R.P. II

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The aircraft finally touched down at JFK. Passengers immediately headed for their nearest exit – and Salvatore Leone did the same, firstly grabbing his jacket and briefcase. The gangster hadn’t been in New York for sometime now, a little over a couple of months. The Punisher of course had been back in Sicily, catching up with relatives and simply taking time out of his busy lifestyle. After leaving the aircraft – Salvatore headed into the luggage claim, where he waited for nearly half an hour for the flights contents to appear. A few minutes later, he had his suitcase and was well on his way out of the terminal. Once outside he took the time to light himself a cigar considering he hadn’t had one for along time – he was gasping for the sweet nectar of nicotine.

After his cigar break the Sicilian grabbed his possessions and hailed down a cab, placing his suitcase and briefcase into the trunk – before climbing into the back of the vehicle and informing the driver of where to take him. ”Little Italy. Grazie.” For the majority of the journey Salvatore had to put up with the cab driver rambling on about the Italians – this only stopped however when Sal asked for the radio to be switched on. The yellow infamous cab of New York City continued to drive along, and eventually showed up in Little Italy and Manhattan. The cab soon came to a halt outside a small Italian restaurant and Salvatore paid the driver with the little American currency he had. Once out of the vehicle – he grabbed his brief and suitcase and then entered the restaurant.

”Do you have a reservation sir?” Salvatore nodded, and responded to the waiter. ”Yes, a Mr. Leone. Grazie.” The waiter confirmed the reservation and then grabbed a menu, showing Salvatore to his table – the table was already seated with three other men, who were all enjoying a cigar and some fine Italian wine. The waiter placed the menu down onto the table and pulled out the chair for Sal – who then sat down and placed the briefcase under the table, with his suitcase located to his left. The waiter then walked off, and Salvatore opened up his menu before looking up at the three gentlemen seated around the table. ”You look like you’ve got older Sal.” The three gentlemen laughed – and Salvatore simply leant back in his seat and lit himself a cigar. ”And you Joseph – you look like you’ve gotten fatter – must be due to the fact you spend most of your time in this dump eh!” The group of Sicilian’s chuckled, and continued to engage in conversation.

The man to Salvatore’s right was a Sicilian man who goes by the name of Antonio Valerio, a close friend and a loyal man to the Leone family. Most people in fact call him Tony. Tony, who had just taken a large gulp of his wine was in fact wearing his usual grey suit – and had grown himself a moustache. Sal smiled at this, and then turned to the man who was to his left. To his left, was another Sicilian man, who is also a close friend and a loyal man to the Leone family. He goes by the name of Santino Luciano. But most people call him Sonny. Sonny was dressed in a new suit that Sal hadn’t seen him in before – a purple suit with a weird looking yellow shirt. Salvatore mocked his dress sense, before taking another look at the menu – before looking up at the final man seated at the table. Joseph or Joey as most people call him. Joey Leone – the older brother of Salvatore, he was one of the big players and he had been running things whilst Sal was away. The three men were all under Salvatore’s command, obeying his every order and remained loyal to him – Iron Crown Enterprises and the Leone family. Sonny and Tony had acted as thugs and bodyguards for Salvatore most of the time, but had recently got into more of the wheelings and dealings of the Leone businessman whilst he had been away working on his suntan.

It was soon time to order, and the group ordered their food. Another bottle of wine made its way to the table, and Joey poured the red alcohol into each of the four wine glasses. ”So Joey, tell me. How have things been? How is my good old jazz club?” Joey smiled as he poured some wine into his younger brother’s glass. ”Its doing ok, got some Italian fella running the place for us – he’s doing an ok job, but not as good a job as you or I did.” Joey laughed at this and placed the wine bottle back down onto the table. ”Yeah Sal – We’ve really missed you out here in New York. Good to have you back.” Salvatore smiled, and the group of men then raised their glasses in a toast to the return of the one Salvatore Leone. The night soon flew by, and the group had all enjoyed a vast amount of wine – and a lot of Italian food. The bill was soon paid, and the group left. Sonny taking the suitcase, Tony taking the briefcase. The four Sicilian men then stood out on the sidewalk, and soon all found themselves seated within a yellow cab. ”Tutto il Jazz Bar & Restaurant, grazie.” The cab driver nodded – and the vehicle sped off towards the establishment that was owned by the Leone’s.

The cab soon stopped, and the four gentlemen exited the vehicle – Salvatore getting his own belongings this time. The driver was paid, and he then soon picked up another punter and continued his evenings work. The four Sicilian gentlemen then entered the jazz bar and restaurant. The bouncer greeted them, and offered to take Sal’s things to his office – which he did within minutes. The rest of the staff welcomed the return of Salvatore Leone with enthusiasm and then soon returned to their work. The general manager of the establishment soon made his way over, shook hands with Sal and informed them that the Madeira Suite was vacant and awaiting their arrival. The four men then instantly headed in their, and Salvatore couldn’t help but smile when he heard the familiar jazz musicians playing their piece for the evening. The only other person in the suite was a bartender, who had already prepared their drinks – walking over and placing the drinks down onto a table in which the group had decided to sit at. ”Welcome back Mr. Leone – here is your usual drink.” Sal smiled, and thanked the man before taking his familiar whiskey. Joey, Sonny and Tony also grabbed a glass of whiskey and the bartender then walked off – returning to his duty of cleaning glasses and preparing drinks. Over the course of the evening, the four Sicilian men continued to drink their preferred drinks of whiskey, and smoked several cigars – the group also chatted away, catching up on old times.

The next morning – Salvatore awoke from his slumber, he found himself on the sofa in his office and his head was throbbing. Clearly he had had too much to drink the night before. Sal stood, and walked over to the drinks cabinet – where he poured himself a glass of whiskey. The Punisher also found some aspirin on his desk, and took them with the whiskey. This of course would probably do the man no good at all. The next hour flew by; Sal drank large amounts of coffee and soon sobered up. Before too long, there was a knock on his office door. ”Come in.” The door opened to reveal Joey, who looked as if he needed a shave and a change of clothes. The man entered the office and took a seat opposite Salvatore. The two engaged in conversation, and within ten minutes had left the office – and the jazz establishment altogether. They stepped outside to see the familiar Lincoln Navigator that Leone had driven many-a-time. Sonny was in the driving seat, Tony in the passenger seat. The two Leone brothers then climbed inside and the SUV sped off – heading off towards Downtown Manhattan, owned and operated by Iron Crown Enterprises – which is of course spear-headed by Salvatore himself.

Hours later, the group of Sicilian men found themselves within a room in the Dorchester – the headquarters of the ICE Company. Joey had taken liberty in booking a room so that they could change, sleep, shower etc. considering Salvatore, or any of the other men didn’t have an apartment or house in the area. The men had soon freshened themselves up – changed into new clean suits and shaved, showered and were ready to go back out. Their belongings remained in the hotel room, and the group of gentlemen then left – heading back out of the hotel and into the waiting Lincoln Navigator. Sal this time decided to take the drivers seat, and the SUV pulled out into the road, speeding off and heading back towards Little Italy.

Back inside the Tutto il Jazz Bar & Restaurant, Salvatore and his three men found themselves sat inside his gloomy office, all smoking fine cigars. ”How are our finances Joey?” Sal asked, he loved his money and the news Joey was about to tell him was not good. ”Low … We don’t even have a grand Sal. Everything gone.” Salvatore raised an eyebrow, he knew some of the reason for this – that bastard Tomasso Corozzo had screwed ICE and the Leone’s over, and he now lies six foot under after being assassinated by the DeCalvacante’s over in New Jersey. ”Alright, not to worry – I’m looking to do something constructive. Perhaps pull off a small job to get our finances on a start.” The rest of the group nodded and over the course of the next three hours, a plan was made to rob some small time bookie. Salvatore of course, being to valuable to the growth of Iron Crown Enterprises wouldn’t take part in the actual heist – in fear that he would in fact be caught by the Feds and stuck in Sing Sing prison. Sonny and Tony then left the establishment and drove off in the Navigator to check out this bookie, which Sal had suggested in the first place.

Now, seated in the office were just Salvatore and Joey. Joey lit himself a cigar and then stood, walking over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. ”Want one Sal?” The Punisher replied with a yes, and Joey prepared another whiskey. He soon sat back down, and handed a glass to Salvatore. The two men then drank up and placed the empty glasses back down onto the table. Joey fetched the bottle of whiskey from the drinks cabinet, and placed it down onto the desk – in which Salvatore grabbed and immediately poured himself another glass of the stuff. ”Oh Sal, I got something to show you.” Salvatore looked a little surprised, yet he took a swig of whiskey and responded. ”Really? What have you got to show me brother?” Joey smiled and then reached into his jacket pocket, removing and revealing a pistol. ”The Ruger KSP-321XL.” Sal smiled as Joey handed him the weapon, he took it and then begun to admire the gun in his hand. ”Remember that guy’s brains you splattered all over the pavement Sal? Good times.” Salvatore nodded, and placed the weapon within his jacket. ”Yeah good times.” The office door then flung open, and in came Sonny and Tony carrying each a duffel bag. ”We checked out the bookies.” Salvatore looked at the duffel bags and stood up, taking a final gulp of whiskey. ”Don’t tell me you robbed the place already?” Sal smiled, and the two Sicilian thugs shook their heads. ”Nope not yet, but we went to the lock up to see if we still had anything there … we found these.” The two men then un-did their duffel bags to reveal more weapons. A Benelli 12 Gauge and an H&K 33K Carbine to be exact. ”Excellent … Well gentlemen, I’ll let you get to work.” Salvatore then patted the three men on the back – and left the office, before grabbing his jacket. The three men left in the office then went through their final arrangements for the small scale robbery and left the establishment. Salvatore meanwhile had taken a seat in the bar, and was reading himself a copy of the New York Times.

The Lincoln Navigator came to a halt outside the small bookies just down the block from the jazz club. Joey was driving, and had a pair of sunglasses on – watching and waiting. Sonny and Tony had both left the vehicle and headed down a nearby alleyway with their duffel bags. Joey switched on the radio – and begun to listen to some random music, eventually figuring out it was that rap crap, he soon changed the station. Meanwhile, around back of the bookies – Sonny and Tony had opened up their duffel bags and placed stockings over their heads. Since they didn’t have balaclavas, these would have to make do. The two men then loaded their weapons and placed the empty duffel bags over their shoulders. The two men approached the back door, and Sonny tried effortlessly to kick it in – he of course accomplished this, considering the back entrance wasn’t that well locked up. The two men then entered the establishment and walked down the corridor before finally reaching the main area of the building. Punters were sat around watching the NFL, horse racing and basketball. Sonny and Tony walked through the door and held up their weapons. ”Get down on the floor now!” Suddenly, the room went from quiet to people screaming and jumping down onto the floor. Tony climbed over the counter – and kept an eye out for cops, as well as watching everyone who was lying around on the floor. ”Alright, everyone over there … Now!” Everyone were then pushed into one corner of the bookies, huddled together in the corner, some people crying, others praying and some just shocked and taking in what was actually happening. Tony stood above the group, pointing the shotgun at them, and occasionally looking out of the window. The Navigator then drove off, heading around to the back alleyway passage, for an easy escape. Sonny meanwhile had grabbed one of the employee’s, the manager to be precise. ”Take me to the fucking safe now! Or I’ll kill you, and your fucking mother!” The manager begun to weep – and the pair then headed to the safe. Sonny pushed the manager down onto the floor and kicked him. ”Open it now! Hurry the fuck up!” Within minutes, the safe was open and the manager was putting the cash into the duffel bag – once he had finished, the two men then re-entered the main part of the bookies. The manager was thrown down with the rest of the group as Sonny emptied the cash register and placed the contents inside the duffel bag. Tony meanwhile had made everyone empty their pockets and wallets of cash – everyone did so, and placed whatever money they had inside the duffel bag he was holding. Once the pair had got every last bit of cash – Sonny headed out back into the security room, where he removed the security tapes from the VCR. The Sicilian placed them inside his duffel bag – and then called out to Tony. The two Sicilians then immediately ran out of the back entrance and jumped into the waiting Navigator. The SUV then sped off – heading back to the jazz club.

Sonny and Tony were dropped off, and they entered the establishment after removing their face masks and placing the weapons back inside the duffel bags. The Navigator drove off once again – heading to a warehouse a couple of blocks away. The warehouse had formerly been used by Iron Crown Enterprises for storage, but it had now been sold to some people who dealt with cars, mechanics and such. The Navigator entered the warehouse and Joey climbed out with a cigar stuck between his lips. The mechanic approached him – and the two men shook hands. ”New plates – wipe her down, you know the usual.” The mechanic nodded, and Joey handed him a couple of hundred dollar bills. Within half an hour the vehicle had been cleaned, and had new licence plates. Joey soon thanked the mechanic and then drove off – leaving the warehouse and heading back to the jazz club.

Once Joey had returned, he parked the Navigator in the parking lot opposite the establishment. He then immediately rushed across the road and into the jazz bar and restaurant. Minutes later, he found himself in the office – seated opposite Sal and in between the two thugs. Lying on the desk were the duffel bags filled with cash – the two weapons had been placed up against the wall. Salvatore counted the cash, along with the other three men and once they were satisfied they congratulated each other on a job well done. They all drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar in recognition of a job well done. Sonny and Tony stashed the money inside the safe – whilst Joey put the weapons in the basement, placing them inside a crate. Once this had been completed, the group of Sicilian's left the jazz bar and restaurant, for the business was going to be demolished and would re-locate. Little Italy continued to shrink at an alarming rate, and as the group climbed inside the Navigator they headed off down Mulberry Street.

[Requests]

Joseph ‘Joey’ Leone – Class A NPC Boss
Santino ‘Sonny’ Luciano – Class A NPC Thug
Antonio ‘Tony’ Valerio – Class A NPC Thug
[1x] Lincoln Navigator
[1x] Ruger KSP-321XL
[1x] Benelli 12 Gauge
[1x] H&K 33K Carbine
$25000 from the robbery


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I will be grading this.

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The description you've provided for each NPC you've asked for was the kind of description I've been telling the many NPC recruiting pieces I've graded: short and straight to the point. No one almost actually cares on how NPCs look like and credentials or relations are probably more important. I'm going down straight to the robbery itself. So you've robbed a bookie-thingy. I don't really know what to call those things. I was just randomly wondering are stockings doing in men's duffel bags? :p
As robberies like this would need, the men came in and went out fast as bunnies, but twenty five thousand? Hrmmm... Too big. Let's say the men grabbed ten thousand. Does that sound fine? After all, it was you who said that it was a small time bookie joint. The lack of description that would give me a picture on how the bookie place looked like just made me assume that it's some small room littered with food bizes and stuff with fat men sitting around, waiting for game end results. You get to enjoy the three men and the weaponries anyway, so I guess you can rob bigger places with those using the Navigator.

Enjoy, and good luck.

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