Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2020 5:19:12 GMT -7
Warehouse 12 on the edge of somerset in Gotham
12:44 AM
Salvatore Maroni and the criminal organization built by his forefathers took advantage of seedy warehouses on the edge of town. They always appeared to be rundown, broken windows, and side paneling that was falling off of the building. The outside was shabby with a fading coat of brown paint, and it didn't look particularly special or any sort of location that anyone had any interest in whatsoever. That was just the outside, on the inside was a completely different story. It wasn't luxurious, but there was a full entertainment area and a kitchen. The main loading bay is where trucks would come in and be unloaded. These trucks contained crates of merchandise that were sometimes stolen, but not always. The merchandise could also come from wholesalers or pawnshops owned by Maroni. This warehouse also happened to be a particular hotspot for not so legal goods. A few weapon sales here, a few weapons sales there. Some stolen jewelry and other lifted items that didn't particularly need to be in the public view.
The warehouse was usually occupied by fifteen of Maroni's hard-working employees and trucks would come in all the time. They didn't just guard the place, they sorted through incoming merchandise, and once they were done they shipped it off somewhere else. To buyers, private and public. They also kept a logbook of all transactions and proof of the item coming to and from the warehouse. It was pretty much the amazon, but in all honesty, it had better working conditions than Jeff Beszos liked to give his workers. Maroni cared for his people, he took care of them.
This warehouse has been running for years, and the items that came and went were normal for the most part. There was that one time where they received a crate of signed copies of the "50 Shades of Grey" novel and another where they managed to get their mitts on a complete collection of Topps 1952 Baseball cards. (Mickey Mantle rookie). Those were good finds, and the goods received tonight seemed to be normal too. Some weird looking voodoo junk, but it looked valuable if you had the right sucker. Among this stuff was an amulet though, funky looking. No one in the warehouse knew its true nature.
One Maroni's men that worked the warehouse was going through the box and held the amulet up. "What in the goddamn is this?" It looked old, it was a pair of wings and had some strange symbols on it. One of the other workers would take a step closer to take a look.
"Looks Egyptian, hieroglyphs, or some shit. Didn't you pay attention in high school, Vito?"
"What do you think? Since when are you some kind of scholarly gentlemen, Eddie? I thought you chased tail as much as Vito here."
"Sure I did, what the fuck you think? But maybe I liked history okay? Coulda went to college too... School loans are worse than murder, y'know."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Look!" Vito would place the amulet around his neck and point at it with both of his thumbs. "Look! I'm a Kaiser or whatever! Those were Egyptian right?" No one was able to answer his question before Vito was transformed into a man wearing fully Egyptian style armor. It had embroidered jackals all over its surface, he was also now holding what appeared to be a flaming sword.
The warehouse erupted with various swears of all shapes and sizes as all the men inside drew their guns.
"What the hell? What the fu-" The man couldn't finish his sentence before the Vito that was now clad in armor chopped his head clean off.
The men now opened fire on the man that was now seemingly taller and bulkier.
"ستدفعون جميعاً ثمن تجاوزاتكم ضد الآلهة" He hurled towards one man, lopping off his arm before slamming him against a wall, killing another. He'd leap to another in seconds, and after a full minute and a half has passed ten of the men in the warehouse were dead.
The remaining five tried to flee, three were intercepted and killed all at the same time by a spear that simply manifested from thin air.
"Oh HELL no!" Alfonso and Jacko were the only two to escape, luckily they managed to lock the warehouse behind them. They blocked both exits with heavy trucks, hopefully this monster would stay trapped.
Forty-five minutes later, Maroni's Restaurante.
"Excuse me... What happened? A magical Egyptian warrior killed 13 of my guys? Are you both on drugs?"
The two men nodded, and Sal shook his head in response.
"Why in the lord's name would I believe such a story, huh? Were you attacked? Was it Falcone? Copplepot, who was it huh? Why can't you boys come clean with me? I understand, you look like hell you must have been through a lot. But why the ghost stories huh?"
Alfonso didn't reply, he merely took out his phone and showed part of the attack he had recorded, it showed the armored up Vito slashing and tearing through Maroni's guys like they were nothing.
"Oh."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a minute before standing up and walking to the minibar in his office. He grabbed four shot glasses, one for himself, one for Alsonso, one for Jacko, and one for Trianti.
He poured the shots and took his instantly without hesitating. After he put down his shot glass he shot a brief look towards his underboss, Alberto Trianti.
"Alberto... We have a guy for this?"
Trianti nodded, downing his own drink. "Maybe. Heard some rumors on my second tour, about a guy who makes a career dealing with this sort of thing."
"Good. Find him, offer him whatever he wants. We've got thirteen men to avenge, and whatever that monstrosity is, can't be allowed to stay."
"Understood." Trianti answered firmly before walking off to make some calls.
12:44 AM
Salvatore Maroni and the criminal organization built by his forefathers took advantage of seedy warehouses on the edge of town. They always appeared to be rundown, broken windows, and side paneling that was falling off of the building. The outside was shabby with a fading coat of brown paint, and it didn't look particularly special or any sort of location that anyone had any interest in whatsoever. That was just the outside, on the inside was a completely different story. It wasn't luxurious, but there was a full entertainment area and a kitchen. The main loading bay is where trucks would come in and be unloaded. These trucks contained crates of merchandise that were sometimes stolen, but not always. The merchandise could also come from wholesalers or pawnshops owned by Maroni. This warehouse also happened to be a particular hotspot for not so legal goods. A few weapon sales here, a few weapons sales there. Some stolen jewelry and other lifted items that didn't particularly need to be in the public view.
The warehouse was usually occupied by fifteen of Maroni's hard-working employees and trucks would come in all the time. They didn't just guard the place, they sorted through incoming merchandise, and once they were done they shipped it off somewhere else. To buyers, private and public. They also kept a logbook of all transactions and proof of the item coming to and from the warehouse. It was pretty much the amazon, but in all honesty, it had better working conditions than Jeff Beszos liked to give his workers. Maroni cared for his people, he took care of them.
This warehouse has been running for years, and the items that came and went were normal for the most part. There was that one time where they received a crate of signed copies of the "50 Shades of Grey" novel and another where they managed to get their mitts on a complete collection of Topps 1952 Baseball cards. (Mickey Mantle rookie). Those were good finds, and the goods received tonight seemed to be normal too. Some weird looking voodoo junk, but it looked valuable if you had the right sucker. Among this stuff was an amulet though, funky looking. No one in the warehouse knew its true nature.
One Maroni's men that worked the warehouse was going through the box and held the amulet up. "What in the goddamn is this?" It looked old, it was a pair of wings and had some strange symbols on it. One of the other workers would take a step closer to take a look.
"Looks Egyptian, hieroglyphs, or some shit. Didn't you pay attention in high school, Vito?"
"What do you think? Since when are you some kind of scholarly gentlemen, Eddie? I thought you chased tail as much as Vito here."
"Sure I did, what the fuck you think? But maybe I liked history okay? Coulda went to college too... School loans are worse than murder, y'know."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Look!" Vito would place the amulet around his neck and point at it with both of his thumbs. "Look! I'm a Kaiser or whatever! Those were Egyptian right?" No one was able to answer his question before Vito was transformed into a man wearing fully Egyptian style armor. It had embroidered jackals all over its surface, he was also now holding what appeared to be a flaming sword.
The warehouse erupted with various swears of all shapes and sizes as all the men inside drew their guns.
"What the hell? What the fu-" The man couldn't finish his sentence before the Vito that was now clad in armor chopped his head clean off.
The men now opened fire on the man that was now seemingly taller and bulkier.
"ستدفعون جميعاً ثمن تجاوزاتكم ضد الآلهة" He hurled towards one man, lopping off his arm before slamming him against a wall, killing another. He'd leap to another in seconds, and after a full minute and a half has passed ten of the men in the warehouse were dead.
The remaining five tried to flee, three were intercepted and killed all at the same time by a spear that simply manifested from thin air.
"Oh HELL no!" Alfonso and Jacko were the only two to escape, luckily they managed to lock the warehouse behind them. They blocked both exits with heavy trucks, hopefully this monster would stay trapped.
Forty-five minutes later, Maroni's Restaurante.
"Excuse me... What happened? A magical Egyptian warrior killed 13 of my guys? Are you both on drugs?"
The two men nodded, and Sal shook his head in response.
"Why in the lord's name would I believe such a story, huh? Were you attacked? Was it Falcone? Copplepot, who was it huh? Why can't you boys come clean with me? I understand, you look like hell you must have been through a lot. But why the ghost stories huh?"
Alfonso didn't reply, he merely took out his phone and showed part of the attack he had recorded, it showed the armored up Vito slashing and tearing through Maroni's guys like they were nothing.
"Oh."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a minute before standing up and walking to the minibar in his office. He grabbed four shot glasses, one for himself, one for Alsonso, one for Jacko, and one for Trianti.
He poured the shots and took his instantly without hesitating. After he put down his shot glass he shot a brief look towards his underboss, Alberto Trianti.
"Alberto... We have a guy for this?"
Trianti nodded, downing his own drink. "Maybe. Heard some rumors on my second tour, about a guy who makes a career dealing with this sort of thing."
"Good. Find him, offer him whatever he wants. We've got thirteen men to avenge, and whatever that monstrosity is, can't be allowed to stay."
"Understood." Trianti answered firmly before walking off to make some calls.