Chapter 2
Finding the Right Man for The Job
Jose Philipe Mendola
These idiots! They were not suppose to kill the man. just beat the shit out of him. things would not turn out well this time. no way.
Hsu paced the small room. The three men he had sent out to main them a Mob member had been cut down to 2. One, it seemed, had mysteriously had a fishing accident and never came back. such was the price for ignorance.
'Does either of you two know what you might have triggered?' Hsu asked the two at the table.
Both of them looked at their feet and shook their heads.
'You may have just gave the Mob a reason to come and find us. if they come after me, you two are the first ones to go.'
Hsu walked toward the window of his small room on the 5th floor of an apartment complex. He could see Wong's Laundromat across the street. The business was fairly well, but things would heat up soon. Hsu knew it. What he needed was a plan.
Meanwhile, Tony Cipriani was making plans of his own. He planned to have a squad of suits walk smack into the middle of China Town and waste every friggin' Triad they laid eyes on.
Indeed it was a risky move, and what if it failed? He'd have dead men as proof that he was out to repay the Triads in kind. he needed another answer.
Pushing his chair back from the table where a now empty plate of Lasagna was, he drained the remainder of his Imported Wine and headed into the restaurants kitchen.
'I'm going to look up some help, ma.' Tony said to the manager, his mom.
'Tony!' She yelled at him from behind the counter 'If you were smart you would listen to the advice your father gave you, bless his soul.'
Tony had heard this before. she was always comparing him to Papa. it was never any different. 'Be a real man, Tony, don't take no shit.' But all he ever did.
'Yes, ma.' he said while she was still prattling on. 'Absolutely Ma. See you later Ma.'
Tony exited the kitchen and walked toward the front door. Two other men in fine, black Italian suits saw him make for the door and got up to follow him.
Tony nodded when he saw them and he walked down the stairs toward his car.
Entering the driver's side door, the other two suits entered as well. They both got in the back.
'Boys.' He said to them 'I just might have an idea.'
Tony knew Luigi fairly well. He was like a brother to him. hell, he might have been anyway. Luigi had recently told Tony how he had hired a gun to do some of his dirty work for him.
After a short drive down the street, Tony arrived at Luigi's Gentleman's Club. Parking the car out front, Tony exited and waited for the two other men to exit as well.
'You.' he said pointing to one of them 'stay with the car. If anyone so much as sneezes at it, kill him.'
He nodded and stood just to the side of the car.
'Follow me.' He said to his other accomplice.
Walking through the alley next to the club would bring Tony to the rear entrance of the building. Anyone that would walk back here, unless either looking Italian or anyone that was connected to the Leone or Cipriani family would be immediately hustled out. This certainly was a business door. lots of business went on behind the door.
From Mob Hits to a raise in prices for Luigi's girls, it all took place in the little smoky room that was down a hall.
Reaching the door, Tony knocked on it. A little slide opened and a pair of eyes showed.
Scanning for any possible threat, the shutter was closed, and the sounds of numerous locks were heard being undone.
The door opened and a very big man in another black suit ushered the two in.
Walking down a tight hall, Tony knew just where to go. Passing an open bathroom door, Tony could see that there was a guard posted just inside the door with a shotgun at the ready.
Once at a very familiar green door, Tony entered the room.
Like always, the room was thick with the mixed smell of cheap tobacco and fine Cuban Cigars. There was a table in the middle of the room with everything ranging from money to booze on it. Sitting at one end of the table was none other than Luigi Leone himself. He smiled a $3,000 smile and gestured Tony to sit.
Tony's companion, knowing where he stood, stayed just to the side of the door. Closing the door with a thud, the business began.
'Nice to see you again Tony.' Luigi said 'I take it this is not a visit for a show?'
'Not tonight.' Tony said 'I need someone to work for me temporarily.'
Luigi laughed despite a very easily angered Tony
'Who do you need? You have a whole army of suits to do your dirty work.' He gestured toward the man standing next to the door.
Tony shook his head and said
'You don't understand. I need a name of someone to take on a more personal level of work.'
Luigi nodded his head as if understanding perfectly.
'I see. you want someone to repay the Triads for what happened.' Tony nodded in agreement, reaching for an empty glass and a bottle of Whiskey. 'I think I have just the person you need.'
Tony looked up from his glass and saw Luigi pull a file off the table. Opening it, a few papers and a lot of pictures came out. Pushing one picture in front of Tony, Luigi said
''Destruction' Dustino. He's reliable. Put a hit on someone, called him up and he got the job done. Kinda messy, but he'll do it for you.'
Tony shook his head
'No. I need someone to cause a little damage.'
'Aah.' Luigi said, putting the picture back and pulling out another one 'Lars. He's a German demolition expert. If you need it blown up, he'll do it for you. Kinda steep in the price, but they'll never find all the pieces. He works mostly with C4.'
Again, Tony shook his head no
'I'm not about taking innocents out yet. I want this fairly clean and to get a message across.'
Luigi seemed to be thinking of a name, when Tony said
'Who's the guy that came in with 8- Ball? He's working and doing a damn good for you I'm told.'
'Well, he's not really working for me. Not yet. but I'm sure whatever the job is, he'll do it.'
'Perfect.' Tony said 'Can you get him here for me?'
Luigi nodded and reached for a nearby phone.
'He's staying somewhere?' Tony asked
'No. Pager number. gave it to me and said to let him know if I needed a job done.'
Tony laughed
'Sounds to me like he's working for you.'
As it turned out, Hsu was out of ideas for the time being and ordered the weapons cache to be opened up.
Inside the small warehouse the crates of weapons and ammo were stored in, Hsu decided to pack the Triads light for now. No need to bust out the heave artillery just yet.
The orders given were simple.
If attacked, defend yourself, and if you see a Mob member, keep your distance and hold your fire until shot at or physically threatened.
Content with how things were shaping out so far in regards to a whole fucking armed Triad army, Hsu oversaw the rest of the weapon handouts, and unaware of the plans Tony was cooking up.
Fredrico had not been out by the car for 15 minutes when he noticed a blue sports car, a Banshee, speeding down the street he was currently parked on.
'Damn kids.' he said as the car was approaching at an alarming speed.
As if reacting to his though, the driver jacked on the handbrake after it had just passed Fredrico and spun into a parking spot just one behind the car he was guarding.
Out of the stepped a man that was wearing a black leather jacket and army green pants. He dusted off his jacket and started walking toward the car.
He certainly didn't look Chinese, but Fredrico was given strict orders to guard the car.
Stepping closer to the car, he crossed his arms over his expensive Italian suit and felt the pistol in his suit.
While the mystery man continued walking past him, he did indeed turn down the alley that Tony had gone down. Afraid to leave the car less he be grilled later on by Tony, he tried to put it out of his mind.
'Where do you think your going?' He asked the man going down the alley
He turned in mid walk and just pointed down the alley. While doing so, he also made the gesture of a phone call with his other hand.
'Odd.' Fredrico though 'normally people talk.'
Receiving a knock on the door, the tall Italian got up and opened the slide. When he looked out, he saw a man in a black leather jacket.
He had been told that he would arrive, some punk-kid that drives stolen cars, but that was half of the city. taking his chances, he opened the door and stepped out.
Looking down on the man, he sized him up. He only came up to his neck, but it looked as if he could put up a fight.
'Tony will be right out.' He said in his deep Italian voice.
The man nodded and waited.
Tony came up behind the hulking man and pushed him aside. He stepped back and let Tony do his work.
Tony looked at the man that had shown up behind the club and said to him
'How'd you like to do a burn-job for me?'
Finding the Right Man for The Job
Jose Philipe Mendola
These idiots! They were not suppose to kill the man. just beat the shit out of him. things would not turn out well this time. no way.
Hsu paced the small room. The three men he had sent out to main them a Mob member had been cut down to 2. One, it seemed, had mysteriously had a fishing accident and never came back. such was the price for ignorance.
'Does either of you two know what you might have triggered?' Hsu asked the two at the table.
Both of them looked at their feet and shook their heads.
'You may have just gave the Mob a reason to come and find us. if they come after me, you two are the first ones to go.'
Hsu walked toward the window of his small room on the 5th floor of an apartment complex. He could see Wong's Laundromat across the street. The business was fairly well, but things would heat up soon. Hsu knew it. What he needed was a plan.
Meanwhile, Tony Cipriani was making plans of his own. He planned to have a squad of suits walk smack into the middle of China Town and waste every friggin' Triad they laid eyes on.
Indeed it was a risky move, and what if it failed? He'd have dead men as proof that he was out to repay the Triads in kind. he needed another answer.
Pushing his chair back from the table where a now empty plate of Lasagna was, he drained the remainder of his Imported Wine and headed into the restaurants kitchen.
'I'm going to look up some help, ma.' Tony said to the manager, his mom.
'Tony!' She yelled at him from behind the counter 'If you were smart you would listen to the advice your father gave you, bless his soul.'
Tony had heard this before. she was always comparing him to Papa. it was never any different. 'Be a real man, Tony, don't take no shit.' But all he ever did.
'Yes, ma.' he said while she was still prattling on. 'Absolutely Ma. See you later Ma.'
Tony exited the kitchen and walked toward the front door. Two other men in fine, black Italian suits saw him make for the door and got up to follow him.
Tony nodded when he saw them and he walked down the stairs toward his car.
Entering the driver's side door, the other two suits entered as well. They both got in the back.
'Boys.' He said to them 'I just might have an idea.'
Tony knew Luigi fairly well. He was like a brother to him. hell, he might have been anyway. Luigi had recently told Tony how he had hired a gun to do some of his dirty work for him.
After a short drive down the street, Tony arrived at Luigi's Gentleman's Club. Parking the car out front, Tony exited and waited for the two other men to exit as well.
'You.' he said pointing to one of them 'stay with the car. If anyone so much as sneezes at it, kill him.'
He nodded and stood just to the side of the car.
'Follow me.' He said to his other accomplice.
Walking through the alley next to the club would bring Tony to the rear entrance of the building. Anyone that would walk back here, unless either looking Italian or anyone that was connected to the Leone or Cipriani family would be immediately hustled out. This certainly was a business door. lots of business went on behind the door.
From Mob Hits to a raise in prices for Luigi's girls, it all took place in the little smoky room that was down a hall.
Reaching the door, Tony knocked on it. A little slide opened and a pair of eyes showed.
Scanning for any possible threat, the shutter was closed, and the sounds of numerous locks were heard being undone.
The door opened and a very big man in another black suit ushered the two in.
Walking down a tight hall, Tony knew just where to go. Passing an open bathroom door, Tony could see that there was a guard posted just inside the door with a shotgun at the ready.
Once at a very familiar green door, Tony entered the room.
Like always, the room was thick with the mixed smell of cheap tobacco and fine Cuban Cigars. There was a table in the middle of the room with everything ranging from money to booze on it. Sitting at one end of the table was none other than Luigi Leone himself. He smiled a $3,000 smile and gestured Tony to sit.
Tony's companion, knowing where he stood, stayed just to the side of the door. Closing the door with a thud, the business began.
'Nice to see you again Tony.' Luigi said 'I take it this is not a visit for a show?'
'Not tonight.' Tony said 'I need someone to work for me temporarily.'
Luigi laughed despite a very easily angered Tony
'Who do you need? You have a whole army of suits to do your dirty work.' He gestured toward the man standing next to the door.
Tony shook his head and said
'You don't understand. I need a name of someone to take on a more personal level of work.'
Luigi nodded his head as if understanding perfectly.
'I see. you want someone to repay the Triads for what happened.' Tony nodded in agreement, reaching for an empty glass and a bottle of Whiskey. 'I think I have just the person you need.'
Tony looked up from his glass and saw Luigi pull a file off the table. Opening it, a few papers and a lot of pictures came out. Pushing one picture in front of Tony, Luigi said
''Destruction' Dustino. He's reliable. Put a hit on someone, called him up and he got the job done. Kinda messy, but he'll do it for you.'
Tony shook his head
'No. I need someone to cause a little damage.'
'Aah.' Luigi said, putting the picture back and pulling out another one 'Lars. He's a German demolition expert. If you need it blown up, he'll do it for you. Kinda steep in the price, but they'll never find all the pieces. He works mostly with C4.'
Again, Tony shook his head no
'I'm not about taking innocents out yet. I want this fairly clean and to get a message across.'
Luigi seemed to be thinking of a name, when Tony said
'Who's the guy that came in with 8- Ball? He's working and doing a damn good for you I'm told.'
'Well, he's not really working for me. Not yet. but I'm sure whatever the job is, he'll do it.'
'Perfect.' Tony said 'Can you get him here for me?'
Luigi nodded and reached for a nearby phone.
'He's staying somewhere?' Tony asked
'No. Pager number. gave it to me and said to let him know if I needed a job done.'
Tony laughed
'Sounds to me like he's working for you.'
As it turned out, Hsu was out of ideas for the time being and ordered the weapons cache to be opened up.
Inside the small warehouse the crates of weapons and ammo were stored in, Hsu decided to pack the Triads light for now. No need to bust out the heave artillery just yet.
The orders given were simple.
If attacked, defend yourself, and if you see a Mob member, keep your distance and hold your fire until shot at or physically threatened.
Content with how things were shaping out so far in regards to a whole fucking armed Triad army, Hsu oversaw the rest of the weapon handouts, and unaware of the plans Tony was cooking up.
Fredrico had not been out by the car for 15 minutes when he noticed a blue sports car, a Banshee, speeding down the street he was currently parked on.
'Damn kids.' he said as the car was approaching at an alarming speed.
As if reacting to his though, the driver jacked on the handbrake after it had just passed Fredrico and spun into a parking spot just one behind the car he was guarding.
Out of the stepped a man that was wearing a black leather jacket and army green pants. He dusted off his jacket and started walking toward the car.
He certainly didn't look Chinese, but Fredrico was given strict orders to guard the car.
Stepping closer to the car, he crossed his arms over his expensive Italian suit and felt the pistol in his suit.
While the mystery man continued walking past him, he did indeed turn down the alley that Tony had gone down. Afraid to leave the car less he be grilled later on by Tony, he tried to put it out of his mind.
'Where do you think your going?' He asked the man going down the alley
He turned in mid walk and just pointed down the alley. While doing so, he also made the gesture of a phone call with his other hand.
'Odd.' Fredrico though 'normally people talk.'
Receiving a knock on the door, the tall Italian got up and opened the slide. When he looked out, he saw a man in a black leather jacket.
He had been told that he would arrive, some punk-kid that drives stolen cars, but that was half of the city. taking his chances, he opened the door and stepped out.
Looking down on the man, he sized him up. He only came up to his neck, but it looked as if he could put up a fight.
'Tony will be right out.' He said in his deep Italian voice.
The man nodded and waited.
Tony came up behind the hulking man and pushed him aside. He stepped back and let Tony do his work.
Tony looked at the man that had shown up behind the club and said to him
'How'd you like to do a burn-job for me?'