Night One Wrap Up


Sasaki Kojiro walked home through a drizzle of sleet after a quiet dinner at a local café/diner. The food had been good, the wine had imparted just a bit of a pleasant glow. He looked up as the big Packard rounded the corner, splashing water and slush onto the folks waiting for the light to change.

He was in the middle of the block, standing there as the Packard cruised closer, windows dropping and shotgun muzzles coming into view.

A jolt of adrenaline gave him speed – but there was nowhere to go!

Then the even more unexpected happened. As the Packard slowed, two figures in trench coats and hats leaped out coming, seemingly, from nowhere. One got between Sasaki and the Packard, took a shotgun blast in the gut and went down. The second swept Sasaki’s feet out from under him, knocking him flat and stunning him…just as the steel doors of the loading elevator for the café snapped up – absorbing the shotgun blasts that didn’t go over the now-prone Sasaki. The second figure never stopped moving, rolling through Sasaki’s legs, into the slush of the gutter and then getting up and sprinting into the shadows across the street.

The Packard stopped suddenly, an arm sticking out from inside lobbing a grenade back at the still stunned Sasaki. A third figure swept out of the shadows, whipping a Louisville Slugger around to bat the grenade back toward the Packard. It exploded in mid-air, doing no harm except to the paint. With sirens already closing, the hit team in the Packard sped off into the night. By the time Sasaki got groggily to his feet, all three of his masked saviors had disappeared….one leaving a trail of blood. Sasaki warily returned home – sleep no longer an option.

Across town, Proletariat was pulling out the key to the front door of her Brownstone, when a shadow broke away from the alley between her home and the neighbors place – a cloaked shadow with a very long knife! She dropped her keys in alarm as the shadow rushed forward, bracing herself against her door for a desperate struggle – only to have the door open quickly behind her. She fell through the doorway to safety as her would-be attacker rushed at her – only to be met with a door slamming into his face. A cry of pain was following by the sound of retreating footsteps fading into the dark and rain. Prole’ looked at the now-locked door…she was virtually certain she’d locked it as she left. Adrenaline still giving her the shakes, Proletariat decided she would open that nice Red after all. For her too it would be a restless night.

GeneralHankerchief, by contrast, worked late (nothing exciting) and then went home and slept well – and too deeply. He never heard the soft crack as the window of his back door was broken to get to the lock. Nor did he hear the feet on the stairs or the gentle tiptoeing across his bedroom’s Persian Rug. He heard the gentle <> of the silencer only faintly, and only very briefly. Then he heard nothing again. When Seamus’ micks swung by to take him to the morning meeting, they found him dead with a note pinned to his pillow. On the way to report in they managed to lose the note.

Chief Fermanagh announced the grim news of the evening’s events and quietly turned over the lynch-voting to Beirut.

He walked away silently, still shaking his head and muttering…

“Just doesn’t seem like it’d be one gang….”


OOC:

Murdered:
GeneralHankerchief

Attacked:
Proletariat
Sasaki Kojiro

Lynch Votes for Day Two due 1400 HRS EST 1/1

Investigation Results by PM shortly.

Sasaki: Please append to the info thread....when your pulse drops a bit.