Ok, chapter 1
Ok, chapter 1. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to any of you who have reviewed this story already; I will get around to it after this chapter.
This will probably be an 'off and on' story, so don't expect consistent updates.
Mafialand: Rise of the Mob
Chapter 1
The Beginning
It was a crisp summer morning in the town of Middleton Colorado, the sun was out, the birds were chirping, and it was an overall pleasant start to a good day. On a busy street corner a young boy was selling newspapers for a nickel, the headline was about record setting heat that's hitting the Middleton valley for the summer of 1956.
In the suburbs surrounding the town there are your typical 50's scenes, you could almost hear 'Mr. Sandman' playing in the background as a soundtrack to the scene. A father washing his brand new Chevrolet sedan while his two boys help, his neighbor is cutting the grass while his wife comes out with a tray of lemonade. Lots of waving and smiles and laughter echoed throughout the suburb.
Across town a small restaurant near the center of town was getting ready to open for business. The owner and his family were working in the back room getting all prepared for business that day when they heard their front door open.
The owner went to see who was at the door…
"We aren't opened yet sir, if you come back in…"
He stopped dead in his tracks as he sees who's in his entrance.
There were five standing in his front entrance; all had long raincoats on with fedoras on their head. The three in the back all had glasses on, the one on the front left wore a dark green raincoat with a matching dark green fedora that matched her green eyes and pale green skin…her long black hair flowed out behind her.
On her right was a man dressed all in black, it contrasted against his blue skin, the scar under his left eye made him appear menacing.
"You're late again, Mr. Jamison…" The blue skinned man said with a scowl
"…I'm sorry, Mister Drakken, business has been rough…"
"It's Doctor Drakken you dolt!" The man in blue screamed.
"Dr. D, use your inside voice, for my ears sake…" The woman in green whispered to him.
"Now's not the time to be lippy Shego…" Dr. Drakken whispered back to her.
"I know for a fact that business has been busy for you the past couple of days Mr. Jamison. And you've missed your last protection payment…" Drakken continued…
"Please Dr. Drakken, I'll get you your money, I just need more time!" Mr. Jamison pleaded, sweating profusely.
"I don't let people miss their payments for a Third time, Mr. Jamison…" Dr. Drakken said as motioned his left hand upwards.
The three goons in the back stepped forward with the woman; they brought out Thompson machineguns and shotguns from under their raincoats. Mr. Jamison jumped to the floor of his restaurant as they opened fire on the surroundings, spraying the bottles and the bar with bullets, the tables, the salt and pepper shakers exploded as rounds hit them. Mr. Jamison cowered on the floor in fear; he can hear his family in the back room also cowering in fear. It seemed to go on forever, when in reality it probably didn't last more than a minute.
Suddenly the room went quiet; the only sounds in the room are the sounds of the empty shell casings bouncing on the floor as the smoke curled up and out of the barrels of the weapons. Nervously Mr. Jamison looked up from behind the bar; he looked back at Dr. Drakken and his goons.
"Don't be late again Mr. Jamison, consider this a warning…" Drakken said before he turned to leave.
"I'll have you the money tomorrow Dr. Drakken, I swear…" Mr. Jamison said as he glanced around the ruins of his restaurant.
"Good, I'll send someone over to get it. Good day Mr. Jamison…" Drakken said as they left the restaurant and piled into a large black Cadillac sedan and sped off, leaving Mr. Jamison and his family in utter terror…they won't miss another payment.
Downtown, about ten miles from Mr. Jamison's restaurant was the Middleton Police Department. The place was moderately busy, no more so than usual, but being this early there usually isn't a lot of work the department.
Detective Ron Stoppable was sitting at his desk, going over one of his cases he was still working on, all of the reports and leads he had were pointing to a mob tie in, but he had no concrete evidence to say it was definitely mob related, and even if it was mob related, 'which mob' is another problem he'd have to deal with.
"Stoppable!"
Ron turned towards the voice that called his name, he saw his superior Steve Barkin.
"Come on Stoppable, we've got reports of a mob shooting up a restaurant downtown."
"Coming Mr. B…" Ron said as he grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and followed his superior out front to a Ford black and white.
It was a short drive to the restaurant, there were already two other marked cars sitting outside with their rotator lights on.
The two of them exited the car and walked over to the entrance to the restaurant where four other cops were taking reports.
"What do we have people?" Boomed Barkin's voice.
"Unfortunately not a lot sir." One of the uniformed cops said as he flipped over to a fresh sheet on his book.
"What do you mean you don't have a lot? I can see from out here that the place is shot to hell!" Ron argued as he looked through the front windows.
The place was indeed shot to hell, they weren't allowed inside yet till the detectives showed up, and being that he was a detective he'd get a chance to look through the damage shortly. Inside there were other detectives taking photos of the damage for evidence.
"The owner and his family aren't saying much, but they're scared out of their minds. A few said they saw five people all wearing fedoras and raincoats enter the place before they heard gunfire. They left in a Black late model Cadillac sedan…" The officer continued.
"Nothing definitive?" Barkin asked.
"No sir, they won't identify who or the plate on the car."
"Sounds like the mobs sending a message…" Barkin wondered.
"Yeah but which mob?" Ron asked as he turned back to him.
"Stoppable, what are you still doing out here, get in there and collect some EVIDENCE!"
"I'm on it Mr. B…" Ron sighed as he pushed through the front door into the interior entrance of the restaurant.
The place was even worse when he stepped inside. There wasn't a single section that was without bullet holes in the place. The bar was in complete disarray, broken bottles littered the shelves that once held them neatly and the remaining liquids dripped out on the floor.
He knelt down to the floor and grabbed a pen from his pocket and used it to pick up a shell casing. He studied the shell casing as it hung from his pen before he grabbed a small envelope from his jacket pocket and placed the shell casing in it.
"What do you have Stoppable?" Barkin asked as he entered the restaurant.
"It's a shooting gallery Mr. B, looks like Shotguns and .45s were used here…" Ron said as he picked up a shotgun shell with his pen and placed it in another envelope.
"With this many .45 shell casings they couldn't have used handguns…" Barkin wondered as he started picking up some of the shell casings the same way Ron was.
"You figure they used Thompson's?" Ron asked as he moved further into the restaurant.
"Had to, there are at least a hundred or so casings here, no way they'd be able to do this kind of damage in the short amount of time that they were here." Barkin said as he motioned for other Detectives to come inside and start collecting evidence.
Several hours passed and eventually they finished their time collecting evidence. They left the scene with the uniformed cops as they roll the caution tape around the restaurant to prevent others from contaminating the crime scene.
"Central to car 5, Central to car 5…"The radio in the car crackled to life.
Barkin grabbed the radio…
"Car 5 here, go ahead central…"
"The chief wants the two of you back at Central; he's got some news for Detective Stoppable…"
"Copy that central, we're on our way…"
"You didn't do anything to get on the Chiefs bad side did you Stoppable?" Barkin asked as he started off.
"Not that I know of…"
Back at the station Ron walked through the lines of desks and ringing phones back to the Chiefs office, as he reached the closed door he rapped lightly on it and waited for a response.
"Come in"
He carefully opened the door and entered the chief's office. He was standing by his window and made his way to his chair as Ron entered.
"You wanted to see me Chief?" Ron asked.
"Have a seat Ron…" The chief said as he took his seat behind his desk. Ron took the chair dead center of the desk right across from the chief.
"Ron, you know we've got a Mob problem in this town, more so than any other town…"
"Yes sir, we've got the blue scar dude and his goons, the German with the helmet, and we've just recently found out on the outskirts that some guy with monkeys and an actual family are trying to get in…" Ron said, not realizing he was babbling.
"I'm well aware of them Detective…"
"Sorry sir, I got carried away…"
"It's alright Ron, I understand. Anyways we've had a previous task force, before your time to deal with the Mob. Things didn't go so well with it…"
"What happened exactly?" Ron asked.
"We had a mole in the department; we lost all members of the task force due to the mobster's mole….all but one…"
"You mean Pegorino?" Ron asked, referring to the crusty detective who clearly was drinking all the time, always miserable.
"Yeah, he was the lead of the task force. Every one on that task force he was good friends with, except one, and that one was the mole."
"What happened to the mole?"
"Pegorino dealt with him…" The Chief's tone went slightly cold; Ron knew not to press the issue.
"So why did you call me sir?"
"The mob problem has gotten worse in the past 6 months; you've seen it first hand. And I want to start another task force, and I want you to lead it."
Ron was dumb struck.
Just as he was about to say something the chiefs door open behind him, he was slightly annoyed that someone was barging in on his big moment and started to turn around to protest. He never got that far, thankfully.
Standing in the doorway was a beautiful young woman, wearing a just shorter than knee length skirt, a stripped button up blouse and perfectly flowing red hair done up in a pony tail. He was drawn to her green eyes and the slight smile on her perfect face…and then he noticed the badge hanging on the top of the skirt.
"And I would like you to lead this task force with you're new partner here, Miss Kimberly Ann Possible." The chief said not skipping a beat.
"Um…uh…err…" Ron stammered, he could feel his palms start to sweat and his neck was starting to itch.
Miss Possible apparently caught his nervousness and extended her hand,
"Thank you Chief, and you are?" She said.
"I'm Stop Ronnable…I mean Ron…Ron Stoppable….Detective Ron Stoppable…" He finally blurted out as he shook her extended hand.
She chuckled slightly at his blundering.
"The two of you will put together your own team, and you will lead the assault on the rise of Organized Crime in this town. I have my faith that you two will get the job done…" The chief grabbed a stack of files off his desk and handed them to Ron.
"Here are the files on all cases involving organized crime in the past 6 months…" Then the chief got another stack of files and handed them to Miss Possible.
"And these are the files on all officers with the department, take as many as you'd like, but I'm limiting you to 12 members, we still have the rest of the town to watch over you know."
"We'll get started tonight sir." Miss Possible said as she took the files.
"Best of luck you two…"
The two of them left the office with the files in their hands.
"So, Detective Stoppable…what do you say we go over these files at my place instead of this stuffy office?"
"Um, ah…sure…" Ron said nervously
"Good, you have your own car?" She asked.
"I use a detective's car…"
"Mines out back, meet me in the parking lot and follow me to my place." Kim said confidently.
Ron was still nervous, hopefully it'd blow over and he'd be able to work with Miss Possible.
Ron looked up in awe of the house before him; it was one of the newer 'modern' style homes they were touting as the homes of the future, with its two car garage, angled roofs and large bay windows. The hill it was built on was fairly steep so the side and back half of the house was on steel girders supporting the portions that weren't on level ground. There was also a pretty nice balcony on that side of the house as well and a tall spire with an oval window, what that was for he didn't really know.
Kim walked over to him and gently put her hand on his chin and pushed it back up, snapping him out of his daze.
"You own this house?" Ron asked.
"Well, um, not really…" Kim said darting her eyes.
"What do you mean not really?" Ron asked.
"Well, you'll see…" She said as she led him to the tunnel like entrance to the house.
As she opened the door and invited him in Ron heard a voice coming from a large room on the right…
"Kimmie-cub, is that you?"
"Kimmie-cub?" Ron said confused.
"Yeah Dad, it's me…" She said slightly embarrassed.
"Kimmie, just in time for dinner!"
"Not right now mom, I've got work to do…" She said as she tried to make it the five feet to the stairs. She didn't make it…
The man who Ron assumed to be Kim's father came into the hallway from the right room. He was a tall man with gray streaks in his hair and a newspaper under his arm. Then from the left came a woman with short red hair and a doctor's coat on.
"Kimmie, who's this handsome young man?" Her mother asked.
"Mom, dad, this is Ron Stoppable…"
"Detective Ron Stoppable…" Ron added…
"…he's my new partner in the police department." Kim finished.
"Partner…are you sure that's all he is?" Kim's mother said, though not quite low enough for Ron not to hear.
"Mom!" Kim hissed.
"Well detective…I hope you take good care of my Kimmie-cub…" her father said sternly.
"No worries sir, I always watch my partners back." Ron said confidently.
"Well, we have some work to do. So if you'll excuse us…" Kim said as she grabbed Ron's hand and started pulling him towards the stairs.
"You'll be ready for dinner right?" Her mom asked.
"Yeah we will be." Kim said smiling.
Ron was practically dragged up to Kim's room and pulled inside before she shut the door behind him. Her hands went right to the side of her head.
"That was so embarrassing." She said.
"What's this stuffed animal?" Ron asked as he poked the stuffed animal on the pink bed.
Kim quietly shrieked as she rushed to the bed and grabbed the stuffed animal, clutching it to her chest and she put it up on the shelf, albeit with some reluctance.
"Um, how old are you?" Ron asked nervously as he looked around her room which seemed to be exactly like a room for a high school student.
"Old enough to be your partner on the department…" She said sternly.
"And you live at home with your parents still?"
"I'm straight out of high school, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah…"
"I need some air before we get to work…" She said as she walked out the low window and onto the balcony built on the house.
Ron stood there as he debated what exactly to do; reluctantly he tossed his files on the bed as he made his way out onto the balcony. There he found his new partner leaning on the banister watching the setting sun.
He came along side and also leaned on the banister, staring out at the town.
"So Miss Possible, why exactly are you my partner?" Ron asked.
"First off, if we're going to be partners, enough of this Miss Possible. Call me Kim. As for why I'm your partner…" She trailed off as she glanced over to him.
"…I've always been helping people, its part of my nature. And I've known how bad the mob has been getting in this town, and I want to do my part to rid the town of them…
Answer your question?" She asked raising her eyebrow to him.
"Yeah, I think that does." Ron said with a smirk.
"This looks like the start of a very good partnership…" Ron said as he returned to the sunset.
"Maybe more…" Kim said under her breath, hoping Ron didn't hear it.
"Well, shall we get to work?" She asked.
"Lets."
Sorry this took so long guys, ran into a writers block when I came to the house scene. I figure keeping Kim at home and in the same house would work better than an apartment; this is just the start of this story, so hopefully it'll go smoothly.
Eventually I'll also get back to my other two stories I've been wanting to finish (Resident Evil and They are the Law FYI ;) ) Till then, you know what to do.