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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 9, 2009 12:09:09 GMT -5
March 8th, 1960
0604
Anslem yawned and rubbed his eyes, he had not slept in about eighteen hours now. He had overseen a kidnapping, then interrogation, and now he had to arrange a negotiation. He idly swished his breakfast of black coffee spiked with whiskey and lit a cigarette. He supposed after he spoke to Masque after this call he could catch a few hours of sleep, once he check in on the prisoner once again and assuming nothing was amiss there.
Still the latency worked, it was unlikely the Innocenzo capo was a picture of serenity, he had no doubt been biting his nails waiting for this call. Making him wait this long sent a clear message: This is on our terms, you're to jump when told to.
His stomach growled as he finished a note and asked the maid to give this to his own negotiator when she roused. He supposed he should actually eat something solid when he sat down with the girl. He asked her to meet him in the kitchen, they could move somewhere more private afterward.
He idly took his two pistols out and began to clean them as he balanced the receiver on his shoulder. He never wasted a second, and this was why he was capo instead of just another foot soldier. He dialed the number that was the public number of Wammy's House, but he knew he soon be put on a more private line.
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"I am the Liberatore capo, put your own on right away, inform him this is the call he's been waiting for."
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 9, 2009 13:40:41 GMT -5
Amel ran through the hallway to the room that held the phone with the private line, the ‘call he’d been waiting for’ on hold for him. Going on almost 30 hours without sleep at this point, he had been avoiding taking any drugs and sticking straight to caffeine instead as he poured over reports and old information, searching for some sort of clue that he could use when this call finally did come. Breathing hard, he arrived at the room that Cerise had told him to go to to pick up the call and leaned against the table to try and calm himself. He didn’t want to sound like a frantic idiot when he finally picked up the phone.
Finally when he felt he was composed enough, he sat down and picked up the phone. “Allen,” was all the greeting that he offered. The last name was ambiguous, it could easily have been a first name as well, but he wouldn't offer a full one until he was certain that their Liberatore capo would retaliate. As it was, Wammy's should have wiped out all traces of his identity anyways, but one could never be too careful.
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 9, 2009 14:19:43 GMT -5
Anslem clicked his tongue at the wait, but he supposed this only meant his deduction as right this phone call had been ardently waited for, good. He raised his eyebrows at the last name, not a title. He shrugged, the Innocenzos wouldn't dare to fuck this up, so he must be the capo.
So that's your name then? Well you won't be getting mine sorry to say. He knew while the information the KGB had on him would be top secret, he wasn't going to give this bastard any more clues. It was a matter of pride more than anything, even if the Innocenzos knew everything about his previous life, it wouldn't matter, the only person he had ever loved had died in a long past winter.
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"The meeting is at the Dai Buffoni restaurant at midnight tonight. It'll be after hours, knock on the door and say you are here to see 'il signore'. You and your entourage are to come unarmed. Capiche?"
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 9, 2009 14:33:47 GMT -5
Dai Buffoni? Isn't that where Ines and I... Amel swallowed and shook his head. It was a coincidence, it had to be. Of course she would have been singing there, it was a well known spot in the middle of Liberatore territory. Amel strained his ears to try and place the accent. Definitely German; so Ines' information was correct. This was the sharpshooter capo.
"I know it. I'm assuming you will be unarmed as well?" He knew better than to take this man's word for it, but this was all part of the negotiation.
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 9, 2009 14:37:31 GMT -5
"Absolutely not."
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That was the simple if candid answer. Anslem paused in his cleaning, anxious to hear the response to that. He wasn't going to play by any sort of rules but his own in this. If he could break this rival capo he would, like he had so many others.
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 9, 2009 15:07:52 GMT -5
Amel quirked an eyebrow at the answer. He's trying to keep the upper hand and make me beg. Not on your life. "I'm afraid I'll have to object," he said with a small sigh. "You must think that the boy that you are in possession of is horribly important to us, which he is not. He has no information of use to you, but he is always on time in purchasing my dinner, so I'm willing to barter for him. I'm not, however, willing to walk into a situation where we will be at your disposal without proof that these negotiations will be peaceful."
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 9, 2009 15:21:49 GMT -5
“Oh I see, well then I suppose that’s why he cried so much last night.”
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This was said in a bored tone. Anslem idly paused to take another drink of his spiked coffee. He see how far this capo was willing to go for one of his soldiers.
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“Perhaps he be of more use to us then. I’m certain you know how it is, trying to keep soldiers loyal by keeping them happy. My assassins are always looking for subjects to try new techniques on. Once they’ve had their fun I’ll send you the body of course, starting with the boy’s head. “
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By the tone of the capo’s voice Allen should be aware the other man was not joking. It was nothing to him if this boy lived or died. With that gruesome image now in mind he gave his own terms.
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“I am willing however to make a concession in order for this to be wrapped up easily. One of your party may be armed, not excessively, either by a blade or a firearm. Keep in mind if any of the rest of you carry weapons I will execute each one of you that has broken that term.”
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He snapped a gun shut and he was certain Allen could hear it.
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 9, 2009 15:30:01 GMT -5
Amel couldn't help but flinch at the sound of the gun being loaded at the other end of the phone. This capo was good. He was meticulous, cautious and knew all the right things to say and do to unnerve him. But Amel hadn't risen to his position by being a push over, at least not when the man wasn't standing in his face with that weapon that he could only hear from across an ocean.
"Well, as I'd rather not waste time finding another errand boy, nor do I appreciate having to deal with bloody postage, I'll agree to your terms. Am I to assume that you will be the one armed during this meeting? Or would you rather surprise me?"
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 9, 2009 15:45:48 GMT -5
"I would think a man in your position knows that doesn't matter."
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Anslem countered him easily, he let the other capo wonder if he was capable of killing with his hands as well while someone else backed him up. Death could come from anywhere, far be it from Anslem to give this other man a prediction.
At least you're not a total fool., Anslem narrowed his eyes, the other man knew how to work within his boundaries at least.
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"Is there anything else you like to discuss before I hang up?"
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 9, 2009 16:05:52 GMT -5
Amel frowned, glad that this rival of his couldn't see his angry expression. I'm being too polite, he's obviously not receptive to my show of wanting to keep things civil. He smirked to himself to try and clear any anger from his voice.
"No, nothing at all. We'll see you tonight. Auf Wiedersehen." Amel hung up before the other capo could, letting it be known that at the very least he had an inkling as to his original nationality. He sighed again and closed his eyes, contemplating just how they were going to move the entire house during this negotiation.
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