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Post by Tug on Feb 11, 2018 17:41:30 GMT -5
Currently in Belfast, two men were chasing another as he ran for his life... "Damn! I can't believe that assassination plan went wrong! How the hell did he know we were coming?" yelled one of the chasers "I don't know Murphy, just don't let up! Lead him towards Finn, he'll take care of 'em!" laughed the other chaser The man being chased was being caught up with when he knocked over a trashcan, tripping Murphy, who brought the other chaser, Connolly, down with him... "Ah damn it!" yelled Connolly as he fell onto Murphy "Get back here!" shouted Murphy in frustration The man being chased, happily to have stopped his pursuers for the time being, ducked into an abandoned warehouse, only to be met with the sound of a gun's click... "Put your hands up Dillon..." said a voice Dillon turned around to see none other than Finnegan pointing a gun at his head, and proceeded to do as he said... "Finn, you're not thinking of doing what I think you're doing, right?" asked Dillon "Duck." Wha?" Duck!" Dillon did as he said, and as he ducked, Finn shot the spot where his head had previously been... "There, looks like I gave you a clean shot right through the head. There's a motorcycle and some gear to hide your face out back to get you to the train station, ticket's in the helmet waiting. Now get back to base, G2 needs a young talent like yourself still kicking..." ordered Finn "Thanks for saving me Finn, but haven't you risked your cover by doing this for me?" questioned Dillon "Not really... Seems my assignment will be coming to an end soon, put in a word that O'Connor's days are numbered..." replied Finn "Will do, but won't your friends question the lack of a body and blood?" asked Dillon "Oh I have a way to deal with that..." ..... As Murphy and Connolly were finally getting up from the ground, they saw the warehouse where their target had run in to suddenly burst into flames... "What the hell?" questioned Connolly "Finn!" shouted Murphy As the building kept blazing, Finnegan came from within the smoke, with a bruise on his face... "Sorry mates, I got the bastard, but I must of shot some faulty wire, before I knew it the whole place went up around me..." coughed Finn "Well, I guess it doesn't matter, it gets rid of the evidence anyhow... Oh yeah, Finn, the Boss called before while you were surveying the target, he says we're needed in England stat..." spoke Murphy "Perfect, I was just thinking of heading there, I have some things I need to speak about with the Boss anyway..." said Finn as the three men walked away from the burning building, with the faint sound of a speeding motorcycle catching their ears... ..... Literary Mosaic 14:
Baleros
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 11, 2018 18:22:50 GMT -5
Finn had returned to England for the first time in several months; it was an interesting sight, seeing London for the first time since that alliance with the Blade Syndicate went sour. The port he landed at was a small one on the mob's payroll; Finn knew it all too well though, since this was where the Athenry had set sail from all those months ago.
As he was coming into port and about to leave... not too far away, he saw Boss O'Connor and some other men boarding a ship. A confused Finnegan ran up to him as O'Connor was jus reaching the gangway.
"Oy! Boss! Why are you going back already? I thought you needed me here" Finn pointed out.
"And I still do Finn... but not too long ago we drew attention to ourselves... gotta lay low" O'Connor explained.
"What happened?" Finn asked.
"Just know that we struck right at that damn Blade, and we don't have anymore phosgene" O'Connor said as he boarded the ship, followed by his guards.
"Guess it's the Rolling Green Tavern for me" Finn thought to himself as he went to leave the port.
......
The tavern was one of the properties used by the mob; one in a series of safehouses all over England. As Finn walked into the door, several of the Irish patrons were singing
"Twas hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Twas harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek next morning early
And join the brave United Men!"
While soft winds shook the barley."
"Some things just never change" Finn thought to himself as he went to find the bar's "proprietor"
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June 2, 1948
"Ossian Gallagher! You are under arrest on suspicion of connections to organized crime" the detective said as he cuffed the mob doctor while the officers secured the scene.
"A lot of medical supplies sir; some documents here and there... definitely an undercover operation" one constable said.
"Secure the evidence and have brought in at once; we've been tracking the mob for months and the time has come to strike back" the detective ordered before going out to search the perimeter.
"Make sure he's brought straight to Scotland Yard" he said as Gallagher was handed off to a constable, who subsequently secured him in a patrol car.
......
"Still can't believe you've got to be brought all the way to Scotland Yard... you're one interesting suspect, aren't you?" The officer quipped while Gallagher said nothing. They pulled over near a phone booth. "You wait here... got to make a call" he said as he stepped out of the car and entered the phone booth. The officer was just about to begin dialing when something shocking happened.
In the officer's haste, he had forgotten to close his door, and the keys were still in the ignition. From a black car that had been parked a distance behind, two men hopped out and ran towards the patrol car. They ran to the patrol car, closed the doors, and subsequently sped off with the black car not too far behind.
"Bloody hell... now I need to find a police box!" the constable declared as he ran down the street. It seemed that the mob were not too eager to lose one of their more valuable members.
......
The next day, it only went from bad to worse. Though the crime scene was no longer occupied and the evidence removed, the mob wanted to be sure any secrets would be permanently lost. Two cars pulled up to the building, and half a dozen men emerged. They began lobbing molotov cocktails through the windows, setting Gallagher's "office" on fire. Not even two minutes later, they ducked out and drove away.
Some men across the street who witnessed the whole thing wasted no time in calling the local fire brigade.
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Post by Toz76 on Feb 13, 2018 1:09:38 GMT -5
~~Present Day~~
Miles Murphy. One of the Irish Mob's most decorated heroes. Finnegan's right hand man, and the third-most important man in the entire mob. But Murphy fancied himself a different man than O'Connor and Finnegan. Unlike them, he didn't care about profit. He truly was passionate about one thing and one thing only- a free Ireland. And unlike his superiors, Murphy retained close friendships with his underlings. He had no plans to overthrow those above him, but one never knows.
On this fine night, Murphy was with several of his friends in the Rolling Green Tavern. Mulligan, the gruff veteran. Connolly, the battle-scarred warrior. The sarcastic Doc. And the extremely effeminate Kelly. The five of them were playing darts with the proprietor, Aidan Biddle, when Finnegan arrived.
"Biddle, could I have a word with you?" Finn asked, beckoning.
"I'm sure they won't mind, I'm winning anyway." Biddle chuckled, waddling off with Finn.
After Finn left, the conversation resumed in a hushed tone. "Did you hear? The Blade Syndicate is finally destroyed!" Connolly whispered. "Now there's nothing stopping us!"
"Except for Lord Bury, Scotland Yard, and the damned Swede." countered Doc.
"Oh, lighten up, Doc." Kelly punched him in the shoulder. "I was there, you know. It was glorious."
"Did you see our man on the inside?" Murphy asked. The Mob had managed to turn one of Blade's allies, Kross, against him in the months leading up to the Syndicate's collapsed.
"The fuzz has him. No word yet on whether we're going to bust him out." Kelly replied.
"Well, of course we are!" Mulligan scoffed. "We're Irish. We never leave a man behind!"
"Except for Herlihy. We left him behind when the Rippers jumped us in Kent." Doc snarked.
"Can it, Doc. There was no way to rescue him. Unlike the cops, we don't exactly know where the Rippers keep their captives." Murphy looked at the physician with concern. Doc was an invaluable member of the underground, but lately he'd been making more and more comments questioning the leadership openly, abusing his relative irreplaceability. But no one was irreplaceable, and unless that anger could be redirected, Murphy would be more than happy to make sure he needed a replacement.
Unless, of course, he used that anger to win Doc over- but no, musn't talk of dissent. Not yet.
(Murphy, Mulligan, Connolly, Kelly, and Doc have all made multiple significant appearances, so I think it's time we develop them some, especially Murphy)
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 13, 2018 1:56:53 GMT -5
But Murphy understood the pecking order around here... and if he wanted his goals achieved, beytraying his superiors would not benefit him at all. So for now, he had to play it safe and wait for the right time.
As for Finn, he knew the time was nearing... but he had to be very subtle. If the mob was to go down, it had to be done right. Some lieutenants and grunts had been arrested over the years, but the big guys at the top were still free. He knew he had to play it carefully... and that meant playing it by the book and maintaining his cover.
"So; any news I should know about?" Finn asked.
"We've been making some progress, but local gangs are making our takeover rather troublesome. At any rate, O'Connor left this for you before heading off; he figured you'd stop by here since this is the closest safe house to the port" Biddle explained.
"Makes sense to me. Mind if I read it in private? You know how O'Connor can be with these things"
"Of course" Biddle said as he left Finn in the back. Finn opened the letter and read the task before him
"... Sean Keogh, an Irishman loyal to the crown and not the orange, white and green, has set up a gambling den on River Street not too far from Rolling Green. Since he's refused our offers to be on our payroll... shut him down, and any feel free to requisition any funding you find"
Finn didn't want to cause more damage than he had to since he was undercover... but it seemed that he wasn't in much of a position to object. "Guess I'd better see if I have any business to attend to here before moving out" he said. So he headed back to the main area of the tavern
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Post by Tug on Feb 13, 2018 17:41:40 GMT -5
"Murphy! Round up Callahan, Kelleher, and O'Sullivan, we got a new job from the Boss. I got something to take care of, so we'll leave in an hour when I get back..." ordered Finn
"Right Finn, I'll take care of that..." answered Murphy as Finn left out the front door...
"Well, the meeting the Agency set up should be starting soon, better head over that way quickly, don't want to make the boys suspicious..."
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Detective Michael Walton was perplexed to say the least. Ever since the Blade Syndicate's end, incidents involving the Irish Mob had been rapidly increasing all across London...
Currently, he had two thugs suspected of beating a man to near death in a back-alley, now in his custody within his squad car, and was on his way back to the station thinking things over...
"With that damn Swede finally putting up his apron it's been much easier to do my work, but the cases have only increased, especially with these Paddies... If only my network could pinpoint why, then I could get home to my Nora more often..." signed the Detective
Quite the irony, Michael Walton most hated rival, Adolf Gunnarson was of the same nationality of his dear wife, Nora Walton, formerly Nora Lindholm, somehow making him both hate Gunnarson more and less for being of Scandinavian descent...
"Gah! How that damn Swede can come from the place my my dear beloved boggles my mind more than this case!" growled Walton as he hit the stirring wheel...
As he calmed down, a voice came over his police radio...
"Detective Walton, Commissioner Gent wishes you back here immediately, he has a new assignment for you..." said the voice over the radio...
"On my way then..." replied Walton as he flipped a switch and his squad car's sirens began to flash and ring, as he rapidly made way towards the station. Whatever Gent needed him for, it must be big...
.....
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 13, 2018 18:37:03 GMT -5
(I don't want to risk jumping the gun; so if necessary just tell me to undo this tug)
At Scotland Yard, Walton was cleared straight to Gent's office. Whatever was going down, it had to be pretty big, considering that Commissioner Gent was going to brief him directly. Arriving at the office, Walton found himself sitting across from Gent... and next to a military officer.
"Gent... is there something you aren't telling me?" Walton asked, confused.
"This is Commander Martins; he will be our liaison between Scotland Yard and G2" Gent explained.
"G2? What does Ireland have to do with..."
"We're talking about the Irish mob, Walton. It's time that we take them down, and you're the best man for the job" Gent explained.
"Why?" Walton asked.
"These aren't you're run of the mill criminals Walton; the Mob is very dangerous. Therefore, your SAS training may very well be the edge we need. Then there is your informant network" Gent continued.
"Yes, true. I've got a few men on the inside, but ever since O'Connor went quiet, nothing substantial has been reported" Walton explained.
"Even so; come with me" Gent said as the three of them went to another room in Scotland Yard
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A group of six detectives were hard at work. For the past few years, their primary focus had been one of the worst criminal enterprises to hit London- the Irish mob. Though they had some moderate success over the years, with the arrest of several lower ranked members, and the occasional lieutenant, the mob always recovered and there seemed to be no end in sight. Today was different. As they poured over the most recent files, Commissioner Gent came in with an important announcement, as well as Walton and Martins.
"It has been brought to my attention that the Irish mob have become more dangerous than ever, and no matter what we do, we can never seem to bring them down. So, a decision has been made. As of today, Ireland's G2 will be sending some consultants and investigators over to assist us in bringing down these scoundrels. Now, as to the finer details of the arrangements..."
"You have got to be kidding me" Detective Burton interrupted
"Pardon?" Commissioner Gent asked.
"Sir, we aren't talking about some typical street thugs... we're talking about the biggest threat to London since the Blade Syndicate. The last thing we need are some damn Guinness-loving Micks getting in our way!" Burton fumed.
"I prefer Smithwick's, actually. Though you should give Guinness a try one day, it's not as bad as you think it is" a voice replied. The detectives looked over to see a well-dressed, scruffy, pale-skinned Irishman enter the room. Though unassuming in appearance, he gave off an aura that everyone could sense that he meant business.
"This is Patrick Finnegan, Agent 0524 of G2; but you can refer to him as Finn." Gent began.
Detective Burton had to look for a few seconds before he finally realized who the man was before him. He shot straight up and drew his gun. "Bloody hell Gent; now you've really gone and lost it. Can't you tell this is Ryan O'Connor's right hand man?!" He shouted as the other detectives suddenly started following suit.
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Post by Tug on Feb 13, 2018 18:50:01 GMT -5
"Put your damn gun down Burton or I'll have you're badge right here and now!" yelled Gent as Burton lowered his pistol, Finn having his hands up during this time...
"Thank you Commissioner, yes, I am O'Connor's Right Hand man, but that's because of a five-year long assignment G2 sent me on to infiltrate his organization. With what I know that's going on, now is the best time to strike and finally nail O'Connor for his various misdeeds and deceptions..." answered Finn
Burton only growled in defeat...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 13, 2018 20:43:38 GMT -5
"So what's the plan?" Walton asked
"You and Finn will be our field investigators; and Martins will handle the behind the scenes work and communication with G2 and us." Gent explained
"Right; so what has the mob. Even up to recently?" Walton asked.
"Well, there's going to be an attack on a rival gambling den tonight" Finn began
" and?" Martins asked.
"Well, O'Connor left for Ireland earlier. But before he did, I overheard him talking about "snuffing out a rat" that lived on Glenmore street, but I don't know what that means" Finn explained.
"Glenmore Street?" Walton said to himself. Then he looked terrified. "OH MY GOD!" He screamed as he frantically picked up and dialed his phone. "Riley! You've been found out! Get the papers and wait for me, I will be there in 10 minutes!" Walton practically shouted before hanging up and bolting for the exit.
"Walton, what's wrong?" Gent asked, concerned.
"Glenmore road- that's Preston Riley, one of my mob informants. I've been working with him to take down some arms dealers and... oh, I don't have time for this! I need to go now!" Walton shouted as he bolted for his car; leaving Gent, Martins and Finn standing there dumbfounded.
At his car, Walton opened the trunk. His sten sub machine gun, lee-enfield rifle, ammunition and even a few grenades were ready to go."
"I can't believe I actually have to use this" he said to himself before closing the trunk and going to the driver's door.
Finn meanwhile...
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Post by Toz76 on Feb 14, 2018 0:34:29 GMT -5
Sat back down. "No hope following- I'll blow my cover."
******
O'Connor, Dunne, Martin, and Casey approached the house on Glenmore street.
"Are you sure you should be here, boss?"
"Quite sure. It's all part of the plan..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 14, 2018 1:02:26 GMT -5
As the four approached the house, sirens were heard around the corner. The four were forced to remain in the car and keep low as Walton's car pulled up and parked a distance away. Walton ran around to his trunk, pulled out his sten gun, loaded, and ran towards the house.
"Damn it! I should have known the police would get Word" O'Connor stated.
"Should we ambush him?"
"No... not yet. I want the rat dead. But that detective could complicate things. Get the molotovs, we're lighting this house up" O'Connor ordered.
In the house, Walton found Riley crouched in the kitchen. "Riley? Riley it's me" Walton replied.
"Oh thank goodness. I thought my goose was cooked." Riley said with relief. But then they heard a familiar scream.
"Then get me a damn lighter that works! I'm not waiting all night!" The boss fumed. Walton snuck over to the window and peeked.
"O'Connor? But he's on a ship to Ireland! What's going on here?" He thought to himself.
"You gotta get me out of here man, I don't want to die!" Riley said.
"Stay calm, I got this" Walton said as he began formulating a plan.
.....
"Oy, where's Finn?" O'Sullivan said as he loaded Molotov cocktails into the car's trunk.
"Beats me; said he'd be back soon" Kelleher said as he practiced swinging with a fire axe
"Well the boss wants that place destroyed so let's get going" Callahan said as he loaded his Webley Revolver
"I'm only waiting 10 more minutes, then we're going; if he gets angers I'll remind him it was orders from the top" Murphy said as he downed a pint of Guinness. They had a job to do, and they were going to do it with or without Finn.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 17, 2018 19:58:46 GMT -5
So the men continued to wait... but knew that O'Connor would be furious if his orders were not carried out soon.
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Walton peeked out the window again, "looks like... four of them" Walton observed; Riley had just finished getting together the important papers when he came near Walton.
"What do we do? They'll kill us the moment they see us!" he pointed out.
"Shh. All right, listen carefully: we're going out the back door, and sneaking to my car. We play it right, they won't even know we left" he explained.
The two of them were beginning to make their way to the back of the house when they heard pounding at the door. "Quickly!" Walton whispered as the two began to move. It took O'Connor and his boys several minutes before they finally got through the door.
"Riley! It's O'Connor! Show yourself!" He screamed. But he received no response. "I know you've been talking to the police Riley, there's no use trying to deny it! Show yourself now and I may consider letting you live... with a broken leg or two" he said as he went from room to room.
In the back of the house, Walton and Riley found themselves crouching against the outside wall; Riley was trying to maintain his composure while Walton scanned the situation. Then he whispered "alright listen carefully: they're all in the house now; when I say now, remain crouched and we'll walk alongside the house, then when we get to the edge, we'll cut across the neighbor's front to my car, over there; got it?" Walton asked.
"I... I think so" Riley said. Then, the two made their move. Keeping low and below the windows, they carefully made their way forward, until they reached the end of the house. "When I saw now, keep crouched and head for the car" Walton said.
"Wait; you've got a sub-machine gun, why not just gun them down here and now?" Riley asked, confused.
"Think of the bigger picture! If O'Connor dies then the rest of the mob will cause chaos all over London in retaliation. No, we must be strategic. We get away now, and take him down when the time is right" Walton assured.
"Well, alright. And these papers need to get to Scotland Yard anyway" Riley relented. Then the two made their sprint for Walton's car.
In the house, O'Connor was losing his patience. "Damn it! Where the hell are they? That's it, light this place up!" He ordered. Then, they all heard a familiar sound... that of a car engine starting.
"You have got to be kidding me..." O'Connor muttered to himself. Martin ran up to the window, only to see the car speeding away. "Damn cop; he got away with Riley!" Martin shouted.
"That little... I don't have time for this! Dunne, Casey, light this place up! Martin, get me to port; My talk with the captain only bought so much time, and I gotta lay low until further notice" O'Connor explained.
"Right" Dunne and Casey said as they began lighting molotov cocktails, while Martin escorted O'Connor to the car.
......
"How did that even work?" Riley asked.
"I told you I was SAS, right?" Walton quipped. "At any rate, it's about the only edge we've got over the mob" Walton explained as they sped towards Scotland Yard
"huh?" Riley asked.
"Oh; as of now I'm working the Irish Mob case along with a guy from G2" Walton explained.
"Then why have a whole informant network going if you weren't assigned to the case?" Riley asked.
"Simple; the mob is a tricky one, and any advantage we can get we will take." Walton explained.
"How... how big is your network anyway?" Riley asked.
"523 at last count... mostly in England, but I've got some in Scotland and Wales" Walton said.
"You've been busy" Riley quipped. "And... how many of those are in the mob?"
"Including you, seven. Fortunately the other six haven't been compromised so we still have a bit of an edge" Walton assured. They remained silent for the rest of the trip.
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Finn was waiting for a little bit to see if Walton would return. But he knew that he would have to leave soon, lest the Gambling den raid proceed without him.
Detective Burton, in the mean time, decided to get a couple rumors resolved. "So Finn, is it? As one of the top guys in the mob, you must hear a lot of the goings on" he began.
"Yes... and your point?" Finn asked.
"We've been hearing some rumors about the mob, and could use some insight" Burton explained.
"Such as?" Finn asked.
"While most of the mob appears to be what you would call "street thugs" we also hear of some of the older members being veterans of the Irish war of Independence. One in particular... we hear that one of the top guys had connections to Michael Collins. Any truth in that?" He asked.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: for those unfamiliar, Michael Collins was one of the key figures in the Irish struggle for independence in the early 20th century. He took part in two key events during this time period: The Easter Rising and the Irish War of Independence)
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Post by Toz76 on Feb 18, 2018 0:55:24 GMT -5
"Ah, yes, that'd be Miles Murphy. A nasty piece of work, him."
"Give me everything you have on this "Murphy".
"Fought in the Irish war for independence, prided himself on the number of kills. Devoted wholly to Irish independence. I can describe him too if you like."
"Please do."
********
In the jailyard of HM Prison Wandsworth, a man sat in his cell, calm and serene. Several other prisoners, most missing an arm, gathered outside his cell.
"Boy! You did this to me!" One particularly burly man yelled, indicating his missing arm.
"Your "Blade" can't save you in there!" Yelled another.
"Leave him."
Two one-armed figured strolled into the yard. Neither of them were especially intimidating physically, but the other criminals drew back all the same.
"This one is ours." Said one. "Do not disturb us."
"Oh, and why should we listen to you, "Lion"?" asked the burly man.
In response, Lion punched the man in the face. There was a crunch, and he fell hard.
"If any of you *expletives* try to *expletive* with me or Shakes, we will make you regret it for the rest of your short, worthless lives. Am I understood?"
The other prisoners stood in stunned silence.
"I said AM I UNDERSTOOD!?"
The prisoners disbursed, muttering.
The man in the cell stood. "The hell was that?"
Shakes' hand reached through the bars and grabbed him by the neck.
"Listen to me, "Kross". I want to see you suffer just as much as they do. The only reason we're here is because someone from outside wants to break you out, and they're giving us our freedom in exchange for helping."
"Oh really? And who is that?"
"The corrupt cop who told us said he was working for a "Mob", and gave us this." Lion held out a green ring with a certain seal on it.
Kross smiled. "O'Connor pulled through."
"O'who?"
"You'll find out, assassin. Soon."
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Post by Tug on Feb 19, 2018 0:49:07 GMT -5
After Finn explained the various relations of the Free Irish and the Mob, he realized he was running out of time until his next job for the mob. When he got back to the Rolling Green tavern, Callahan, Kelleher, and O'Sullivan were waiting in a truck out front.
"What kept you so long Finn?" asked O'Sullivan
"I had to avoid so coppers on the way back, seems they're getting closer and closer to our base every day..." replied Finnegan
"Right, so we doing this then?" asked Kelleher
"Yep, hop in boys, we got some traitorous bastards to off..." responded Finn as The four men drove off towards their destination of debouchry...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Feb 19, 2018 1:04:41 GMT -5
It took the four of them only a few minutes to reach their destination. They came to an inconspicuous building, and parked their car in the alley behind it. "Here we are boys; so how do we get in?" O'Sullivan asked.
"Simple... we knock" Callahan grinned as he held up a bundle of dynamite.
"Be careful with that! I say we be more direct" Kelleher said as he got out of the car, opened the truck and got out his fire ax.
"What do you say Finn?" O'Sullivan asked.
"Free reign boys; you get yourselves armed, I'm going around front to cause a distraction" he explained as he grabbed a lead pipe from the trunk and began walking around the alley.
"Why?" O'Sullivan asked.
"Use your heads! If there's a lot of money in here, then it's almost certain Sean's got some "hired help" around" he pointed out.
"That's... actually a fair point" Kelleher said.
"Wait two minutes, then go in the door" Finn stated as he began heading around front.
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Post by Tug on Mar 1, 2018 21:44:56 GMT -5
Finn began walking up towards the front door where a bouncer stood, who tried to shun him away until Finnegan pulled the pipe into view. As the bouncer went to punch Finn, he swung the pipe across the bouncer's skull, knocking him out. He hit the bouncer twice more to make sure, then kicked down the door...
"Keogh! Your bloody number's up!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 2, 2018 1:02:45 GMT -5
Keogh was taken by surprise to see a man with a pipe just enter his establishment like that. "Bloody hell; can't a Brit run a gambling den in peace these days?" He said as he gestured for his grunts to come forward, while the patrons quickly left; scared of what was about to unfold.
"Should have listened to O'Connor when you had the chance... too late now" Finn said as he swung the pipe.
"Well you shouldn't have come alone if you were going to talk like that" he said as he and the grunts began wielding an assortment of weapons. There were nine in all by Finn's count.
"Who said I came alone?" Finn said with a grin.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Keogh said angrily as he aimed his gun at Finn.
"Let's just say my boys like to start the party with a bang..." Finn declared. The next thing anyone knew, an explosion tore a hole in the side of the building, throwing Keogh and his men off their feet, as Callahan, O'Sullivan and Kelleher walked in. Though Finn knew this was part of the plan, he secretly wished it wasn't
"Damn it... that'll attract attention. I can only hope that I'll be gone when the cops get here; otherwise my covers blown" he thought.
Callahan looked over and saw what he was looking for. "Keep them busy! I'll crack the safe!" He shouted as Finn went to join the others.
"We still outnumber you!" Keogh shouted. O'Sullivan, armed with a Webley revolver, found himself up against three guys with switchblades. Finn, armed with a lead pipe, found himself up against Keogh and two grunts. Keogh had his handgun, one grunt an ice pick, and the last a broken glass bottle. Finally, Kelleher found himself cornered with his fire axe, found himself up against two guys with large clubs and the last one with a switchblade
The brawl began as Keogh's men lunged at the mobsters
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Post by Tug on Mar 11, 2018 17:00:32 GMT -5
Kelleher ducked as the two men swung their clubs at him, one getting his club stuck in the wall. Kelleher threw his fire axe at the man with the switchblade, impaling his chest, knocking him over in pain. Kelleher dropped on the ground and picked up the fallen man's switchblade, stabbing one of the club wielders' foot, forcing him to drop the club in pain. He picked up the club and wacked the man unconscious, and as the third man pulled his weapon out of the wall, he smacked him across the face, forcing the third assaulter to land on top of his fallen associates.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 11, 2018 19:14:19 GMT -5
Admiring the switchblade for a moment, Kelleher pocketed it and recovered his fire ax, running over to see if Callahan needed a hand with the safe.
O'Sullivan fired in haste, shooting off three of his six shots without even aiming properly. One of the grunts took a bullet to the stomach, another the shoulder, and the other the very hand he was holding his switchblade in. He screamed as he dropped the switchblade and held his hand; he could have sworn he lost a finger or two. The one shot in the stomach kind of wobbled as he tried to get closer, but O'Sullivan fired twice more, hitting the grunt in the chest and making him fall on the ground. Just as he was turning to aim at the one shot in the shoulder, much to his shock the very grunt suddenly forced him into a struggle; with the gun and switchblade between them, the two began to try and outlast the other; desperate to attack their foe.
"You won't last with that shoulder wound" O'Sullivan reminded him as he pushed against him.
"But your gun is useless at this range... my knife on the other hand..." the grunt said as he primarily relied on his good arm to try and get an edge over O'Sullivan.
"I've got one shot left and I'm going to make it count" O'Sullivan countered with; but knew he had to be careful; though one man was surely down, somehow he felt the one he had shot in the hand was still a threat.
Across the room, Keogh was trying to get the better of Finn, but not having much luck. Finn was able to use his pipe's longer reach to his advantage, and was keeping the other two at bay. But the ice pick and broken bottle were still no pushover.
"Careful! You'll poke someone's eye out with those!" Finn quipped.
"That's the whole point" one replied darkly.
"Keep him steady!" Keogh said as he aimed his gun. Finn was fighting the two guys, but they were so close to each other and moving so much Keogh could not get a good shot in. He had already fired twice and missed, and did not intend on doing so again.
"Just die already!" Keogh screamed in frustration as he fired twice more.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2018 21:30:03 GMT -5
(I really hate to break the flow of the fight scene... but I will not let this series... or this forum... die)
As Finn held his ground, at the port that the mob controlled, O'Connor had returned to the ship... but the ship had not left yet.
"Boss... I thought you wanted to lay low in Ireland?" one of the lieutenants asked.
"Yes... but I have some business here that I have not quite wrapped up yet" he explained.
"Can't it wait?" asked another.
"Not necessarily. See, I needed to know if that rat really was working with the police... whether or not he lived does not matter to me. The fact that he was rescued by that policeman was all the proof I needed. As for the other matter..." O'Connor began.
"You mean the Blade Syndicate rat?" the first lieutenant asked.
"Precisely. We owe him at least; before I go anywhere, I want to know exactly what his situation is... what prison he's in, any enemies he has. Only then, can I lay low" O'Connor declared, before going down to the galley to get some Guinness.
......
Walton was interviewing Preston Riley, to see if there was any meaningful information that could be recovered.
"... and the arms dealers?"
"Pretty much no change. If they didn't have all that firepower you could take them down"
"Blast. And the other informants?" Walton asked.
"The others are fine; O'Connor hasn't got any idea. Though I think I've outlived my usefulness" Riley lamented.
"It's all right; we'll take care of you. Meantime, I should check the others and see if they've found anything" Walton explained. He proceeded to call all six of his remaining mob informants. The good news was Lorcan O'Brein, Eamon Maguire, Patrick Malone, Michael Joyce, Liam Brannigan and Brian Glinchy were all safe. The bad news- there was no meaningful news to report.
"Keep me posted when you can" Walton said as he finished up the last phone call. He sighed before going back to work.
(NOTE: Nothing will be done with them; this was just me building off of LM 13 with the whole Walton building his information network)
......
Back at the fight...
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Post by Tug on Mar 19, 2018 21:16:22 GMT -5
o'Sullivan, seeing his chance, shot the guy point blank in front of him, killing him instantly, grabbing the knife as the thug fell. The man no the ground ,seeing his chance, lunged up at O'Sullivan, but the knife was shoved straight into his unsuspecting forehead, defeating all the thugs around him...
"Finn, it's up to you now!" yelled O'Sullivan
Finnegan...
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