MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 8
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UNKNOWN LOCATION:
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Darkness dominated the serene place. Suddenly, a sound rend the silence apart; a sound of shoes. 'koi koi' rang the sequential movement.
The moving figure stopped and silence prevailed again. A click sound echoed, light came. Armed men in suits could be seen as they scattered around what could be called a hall. In the centre of the hall stood a man donned in a flowing black attire, a black cowboy hat, a dark sunshades. His jaw housed a group of grey beards and an aura of authority radiated around him. A Cuban pipe stuck out of his mouth.
He tilted his head sideways and gazed at four men.
"You failed me,"he said. His voice deep and rigid. His face still in their direction.
"Boss, we..."one of the men tried to speak but a loud bang rang in the hall. It was the boom of a gun. The man stared in horror as blood drizzled out of his forehead. Slowly, he fell. His kneecaps hit the floor before he fell face first to the floor.
The "boss" had his right hand stretched out. A revolver lay in his grasp. He slowly retracted it and it disappeared into his flowing attire.
"No one makes a move. The other foes shall push him to me. Till then..."he smirked.
"...we shall watch him."
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FLASHBACK:
A blue bus stopped at a certain bus stop. The passengers who had gotten to their destination stepped out. Among them was Murphy who has just finished his evening shift at a restaurant. In the morning, he was a cleaner and in the evening, a waiter.
He sighed tiredly as he took his steps from the bus top then, he proceeded home.
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The door leading into the fragile bungalow creaked softly as Murphy entered.
"Mom, I'm home,"he said as he walked into the sitting room.
Silence responded him as he felt awful. It was unlike his mom. Every time, she always called out to him in response as he strode in everyday.
He shuddered as series of thoughts ran through his mind in a blur.
Hastily, he made for her room as he walked swiftly with a pounding heart. He approached the door which led into the room then, he paused as he sucked in a deep breath. He placed his right palm on the door, and slowly pushed it open with positive and negative anticipations running through his mind.
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PRESENT:
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Murphy was shocked as his sitting posture changed swiftly.
"Carmelson... What is it about? The message... Omar... To me!"Murphy stuttered as nervousness clouded his mind.
The man now revealed as Carmelson smiled assuringly. He sat properly on his swivel chair.
"I don't know actually but, it seems to me like Blake(Omar) knew he was gonna die... Get betrayed actually,"Carmelson said.
Murphy gulped a growing bile lump in his throat. His eyes changed emotions; it held surprise.
"Are you sure... Of this?"he asked doubtfully as well as for clarity.
Carmelson nodded slowly in affirmation, "Yes, I'm very certain,"he replied as he placed his hands on the desk.
"You see, Blake helped me a lot during my bad days but, it's just too sad that he left so soon. I'm still wondering though..."he spoke as he removed his left hand from the table and used it to carry a small golden box laying few spots away from his hands. He placed the box on the table and swapped it towards Murphy who was slowly drowning in thoughts. "He said I should give you this."
Murphy sighed and smiled at him. He nodded.
"I've been wondering though, why did Macho betray him? Yeah! The Mafia's way but, what does he stand to gain from the cruel act?"he added as he sighed exasperatedly.
Murphy spreads his palms apart and accompanied it with a shrug. "I don't know, if you're asking me,"he replied Carmelson.
Carmelson sighed then clapped his palms together softly. "Well, I believe you can find this out cos I'm kinda puzzled or perhaps, this is a puzzle you gotta solve,"he said with a dejectedly hopeful tone.
"I will of a surety. I must... I have to unravel the mysteries. I think it's high time the war began,"Murphy said with a broad smile as he stood up instantly as well as taking the box and dropping it into his trouser pocket.
"Thanks Carm, see you some other time,"Murphy said as he stretched forth his right hand for a handshake which Carmelson took and shook too.
"Very well bro, see you later."he spoke with a broad smile gracing his face.
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MURPHY'S RESIDENCE:
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Murphy was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt over a black trouser
He could be seen sitting on a sofa with a glassy table in his front. The table was occupied by a large white cardboard paper which had a 'strange' drawing on it.
Murphy continuously stared at it with his brows furrowed up in deep thoughts. His right hand supporting his jaws with his elbow on his right lap.
At that moment, Mabel had gone back to Torino's base thereby giving Murphy the chance to plan his move and in the midst of it, he was drawn to outlining the GENG 15 BASE which belonged to Late Don Verrati. He knew it will be a pure suicide attempt if he dares entering that territory but, now he was in dere need of forming more allies.
He sighed exasperatedly, his insides burned from tension. He grabbed the key to his Mustang then, he drove out of his residence. Taking a tour through the city.
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His fingers and palms 'caressed' the steering wheel expertly as the speedometer hit 120km/h.
The chilly night breeze brushed the sides of his face. He had on him his black sundshades. He swerved and took a detour to the highway as he headed for the city's outskirts.
In few minutes, he was alone on the bright highway as the engine of his vehicle 'whistled' non-stop. Suddenly, he glanced at the rearview mirror as he sighted a red coloured Ferrari almost catching up with him.
"Fvck!"he exclaimed as he gritted his teeth.
Spontaneously, he marched on the break as the car slowly yet steadily slowed down.
The Ferrari did the same thing as both cars stopped on the highway. The doors of both cars opened at the same time as the occupants stepped out.
From the Ferrari, a masculine figure clad in black suit stepped out. He had on him a square shaped sunshades.
This man approached Murphy who was coming toward him.
Just at the middle of the way, both men stopped few feet away from each other.
Murphy gazed at him with a questioning stare. "Who are you?"Murphy asked with a serious tone.
"I am Nairobi, Don Ricky sent me, he wants an alliance with you,"Nairobi replied; all in one breathe.
Murphy sighed. He dipped his right hand into his chest pocket then retracted a pack of cigarette and a lighter.
He took out a cigar stick and placed it in between his lips then, he proceeded to lighting it up. Afterwards, he returned the cigar pack and lighter into his pocket.
He took a long drag from the cigar stick as he took it out of his mouth with his left hand. He gaggled the smoke then puffed it out in large quantity, some escaping through his ears, some his nostrils then the greater part through his narrowly opened mouth.
"We're good. Let's discuss."he stated in response.
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FLASHBACK:
The blaring sound of the siren from the ambulance tore the serenity of the neighborhood apart as two men; memebers of the paramedics carried a stretcher. On the stretcher was a limp figure, Murphy's mother. Murphy stood on a spot as tears streamed down his cheeks in rivulets.
His lips were pressed together but, the tears continued to stream out. He could not absorb the glaring fact. His heart broke into million pieces.
The door to the ambulance was closed as the corpse was taken to the mortuary. A manly figure, Mr. Donald precisely trudged towards young Murphy who was staring into the horizon with sadness and grief.
"Murphy... I'm sorry boy, my heartfelt condolences,"said Mr. Donald.
Murphy sighed heavily as he reverted his gaze from the horizon to a downcasted Mr. Donald. "She's dead... My mum's dead..."said Murphy with pain.
"Murphy, you gotta calm down... Please—"
"No oo! I can't, noo!"Murphy allowed the sound to escape his mouth as he screamed out aloud. Before Mr. Donald could do a thing, he picked race as he ran out of the neighborhood. Yet, the tears never stopped flowing.
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Murphy's car drove into his residence then came to a halt. The engine was killed as he stepped out quite excitedly.
He made his way into the house and entered his room only to meet Torino and Mabel seated on the bed. A strange figure in a black hood stood with hands in pockets and a bowed head and was backing them all.
Murphy smiled warmly. "Well, well, well... Who do we have here? Whatsup buddies?"he said as he stepped in slowly.
"We're cool man, I guess you've got news for us..."Torino said calmly and expectantly.
"Yeah... But, first things first... Who's the hood dude?"Murphy asked as he pointed at the figure who slowly turned around.
Torino chuckled. "He's a friend,"he replied.
The figure then raised his head up, threw the hood backwards as Murphy was welcome by a sight of bright grey eyes and gold-tinted dread locks. He had an African-American look. A pair of pink lips pressed together in silence.
"Wow!"Murphy exclaimed.
"I am Oliver Trenton by name. I'm an hacker but, you may call me the Unveiler,"the figure now known as Oliver said.
Murphy clapped his hands together in obvious joy. "Bravo! I love your style bro... Welcome to the pride,"Murphy said in amazement.
"Thanks."
Murphy nodded. He threw his arms apart. "So, I've gotten an allegiance from Santos Grams aka Don Ricky, I gotta dive into action soon."
Torino grinned. "Yeah, impressive!"he stated.
"But, before I can achieve anything, I need to retrieve Omar's information gadgets. He showed it to me alone when he do talk to his clients and allies... I need to get across to someone,"said Murphy.
"Excellent! So, how and when do we...?"Torino asked.
"Tonight. We are gonna steal it... I bet Macho doesn't know about it,"Murphy replied.
"Cool, we are ready all the time, we gotta strike."
"Oliver, can you hack the Crib's surveillance?"Murphy asked.
"Yeah but, it ain't gonna last... I can hold it for about thirty minutes,"Oliver replied.
"That's more than enough to get what we want. So, kit up comrades, we got a mission tonight,"Murphy said.
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The night reeked of evil as a chilly wind breezed about. An ominous act... Oakfalls was like a city inhabited by ghosts as a strange kind of silence tore through the always lively night. The pubs suddenly grew tired of playing high pitched and booming music. The highways were silent as travelers who plied the road in the night were fewer. Nevertheless, the uninterruptible power supply stood out magnificently as the night still shone. A sight from the top of a mountain will have one sighting thousands of electric bulbs which illuminated the city. The mafia city.
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OMAR'S CRIB
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Even in his death, Don Omar's name never lost glory as everything on that street and in the gallant mansion all spoke of Don Omar. The ominous act which ravaged the city also spread forth it wings to this side of the city... An extension of omens.
A figure in black scaled over the fence of the crib as it walked on the fence. A zoom-in right into the walking figure shows a twisting waist and a protruding pair of hips which seemed to dance to the rhythm of the wind, to cut the whole story short... It was a female yet unknown figure.
Stealthily, she jumps down the fence as she hid behind the ornamental plants in the wide compound.
She placed her left hand over her ear and spoke. "I'm in guys. What's next?"she said.
"Torino will take care of the guards... Lay low Mabel,"a masculine voice said from the other side.
Instantly, multiple sound of groans and thuds were heard. "Coast clear executioner! You may proceed,"Torino said.
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Faraway from the mansion, on the rooftop of a six storeyed building, a figure could be seen looking through the scope of a sniper. Suddenly, he furrowed his brows as he took his eyes off the scope. His facial features standing out, his black orbs plus his pointed nose and a pair of slightly pink lips stood out to add to the brightness of his brown hair. Slowly, he looked through the gun's scope again, he took off his eyes as a bright smile creased his face. "There you are!"he exclaimed as he smiled brighter and rose up.
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Mabel jumped over the fence as she landed on the other side. On her back was a black bag which was strapped to it like a baby. "I'm out guys, agenda fulfilled,"she said as she let her left hand press the communication pod which was in her ear.
"Here comes your ride,"Murphy's voice replied as he appeared with his black mustang. At the back seat, Torino sat chiefly. The car came to a halt as Mabel hopped in. Then, they drove off.
Suddenly, Murphy marched on the brake as he narrowed his sight.
"Ugh guys, a man is approaching your place kind of weird but..."Oliver was saying.
"I know him..."Murphy interrupted as he stared at the approaching figure from afar who raised his right hand up and made a two sign by raising two fingers up.
"Lord Beliah!"he exclaimed.
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To be continued.