Thread: War time at the Apollo (cicero, JTM, Kalie)

The ride to the Gio manison is a quiet one, Kalie making it apparently clear she had no desire for the radio to be on or to participate in any conversation. Once they arrive Kalie will climb out and enter into the mansion first. She will greet Tino respectfully and then will step off to the side to let the two gentlemen discuss their business.

JTM enters quickly seeing all the equipment like he’s a kid in a candy store amazed at all the boxes. His jaw wide open the whole time.

Oh my motherfucking god!!!!! I’m in paradise!!!!! If only Barbie could see this…dammit!!!!

“Whoooooaaaa!!! Duuuuuddeee!!!! Sweeeettt!! Thanks Don man. Much appreciated on this too.”

He shakes the Don’s hand with a firm grip confirming his approval of this gesture, trying not to hurt the Don’s hand…much. The excitement on his face is very obvious. He makes sure that the Don doesn’t drop his box or envelope in the process.

“Are those for me Don? Hold em for now if they are, k.”

He looks at him for a brief moment, waiting for him to reply, but gets distracted by all the “new toys” here.

“See Kalie. This is what you get when the city pitches in. A fuc….er uh freaking weapon’s arsenal. JTM style and class to boot. Huge stock pile of good shh…er uh…stuff. Boy are they gonna be surprised on this “special delivery” too. Hopefully they all should know how to use this gear too. I don’t have time to explain it all either. I’ve got better things to do with other pressing matters atm.”

He peers into an opened crate admiring and playing with the hardware, pulling out some of the items, pointing them at the Don in a sparring or “bulls-eye” fashion like he was the intended target, but never doing anything damaging to him when he could. He just enjoys testing the merchandise fully with a pretend Constantino “practice dummy”.

“Nice!!!! Hmmmm….it’ll do. Same on this one. Is all this ours? Rock on if it is.”

He starts to walk to one of the unopened crates and stops looking back at both Kalie and the Don pointing to the crates.

“Uhhh…..you mind if I crack one of these bad boys open? You know check the rest of the merchandise? Make sure it’s up to JTM specs. Not that I don’t trust you either Don.”

He doesn’t open them unless he has confirmation he can. Then he looks back at the Don.

“We cool now or do I owe you something more for this? We can settle up later if need be k. You got my digits and my word on that. I’m kinda booked right now, you know.”

He nods to the Don then looks over to Kalie.

“Ummmm….Just some thoughts, Kalie. Maybe for you too Don.”

The light bulb over his head somewhat flickers as he ponders the next few statements.

Using his fingers to count the points out.

“One, do you think the city will be grateful in some way for this, or am I still in the doghouse with them? I hope this will net me some good press this time. I know I didn’t screw this up either. Of course they did pay for it. Made me do all the “grunt work” too. No offense intended, Don. I know you pulled your weight too. Plan B Giovanni instead of California, what other choice did I have? I’m not complaining though. You did it Don, way better than I expected.”

“Two, ummmm…how are we gonna get this stuff out of here and to the people in the city that wanted it in the first place? I’m not trying to upset the Don you know. I’m sure he doesn’t want me bringing everyone and their mother here either. Hell even I know better on that.”

He scratches his head hoping the light bulb will burn brighter.

“Three. We got a U-haul or some transport like that? Maybe a semi? I definitely don’t want a beer truck…that’d draw too much attention. Don’t want to get a DUI along the way. Let alone have to tell the cops. “No this isn’t my gear. It was already in here, honest occifer.””

He chuckles abit thinking of more things to make four and five on his fingers waiting for the bulb to burn even brighter over his head.