Mafia 95 - "Mayor's Mansion" (The Play)
- Thread starter Kashta
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Don't insult me. I make RB look normal. I make Labby look down right dull.
erv:You all need to see a special doctor....
Chill rolls over on the cold hard floor and slowly opens one bloodshot eye. Everything aches as he hauls himself to a sitting position. He has had worse hangovers, not recently though. Kind of reminds him of the time one of his ex-wives poisoned all his scotch. He knew it was poisoned but still couldn’t let it go to waste. A coughing spurt racks his body as he coughs up some viscous dark phlegm, yup definitely reminds him of Daphne. He gets to his feet and takes a swig from his flask.
He is next seen exiting the mansion with a well wrapped bundle under his arm. Perusing the local rag that passes for a newspaper he sees Kash is deftly navigating a sea of scandal and controversy. With that in mind he heads to the one agency with a reputation for such cruel tenacity that the very mention of its name is enough to tighten the sphincters of congressional sub-committee chairs and hardened CIA wet work agents alike.
As Dawg massages suntan oil onto Kash’s back their sun is blocked by a cool shadow. Looking up they see an unassuming thin man in a non-descript gray polyester suit. In one hand he carries a worn leather briefcase and under the other arm is the bundle last seen with Chill. He is pale and drab, totally out of place in the hot Mediterranean sun. He smiles down at them with a wan smile that somehow fails to reach his dull gray eyes. As the snide comment leaves her lips Kash sees the first hint of light hit those eyes; a parasitic glee shines out as he says:
“Good day Mayor, my name is Agent Crick and I’m from the IRS. There seems to be some anomalies in ACville’s books as well as is in your own records. If you don’t mind I have a few questions.”
He is next seen exiting the mansion with a well wrapped bundle under his arm. Perusing the local rag that passes for a newspaper he sees Kash is deftly navigating a sea of scandal and controversy. With that in mind he heads to the one agency with a reputation for such cruel tenacity that the very mention of its name is enough to tighten the sphincters of congressional sub-committee chairs and hardened CIA wet work agents alike.
As Dawg massages suntan oil onto Kash’s back their sun is blocked by a cool shadow. Looking up they see an unassuming thin man in a non-descript gray polyester suit. In one hand he carries a worn leather briefcase and under the other arm is the bundle last seen with Chill. He is pale and drab, totally out of place in the hot Mediterranean sun. He smiles down at them with a wan smile that somehow fails to reach his dull gray eyes. As the snide comment leaves her lips Kash sees the first hint of light hit those eyes; a parasitic glee shines out as he says:
“Good day Mayor, my name is Agent Crick and I’m from the IRS. There seems to be some anomalies in ACville’s books as well as is in your own records. If you don’t mind I have a few questions.”
Good game everyone...thanks for modding Kash, you are awesome!!
LMAO..I SOOOOo had Labby, Doll, Mad, Zaff and Dawg as evils in my book before my UD. Really sorry about the UD, I didn't think it would switch to 24 hr days yet or I would of at least checked in on Saturday
LMAO..I SOOOOo had Labby, Doll, Mad, Zaff and Dawg as evils in my book before my UD. Really sorry about the UD, I didn't think it would switch to 24 hr days yet or I would of at least checked in on Saturday
I would have bet my fish that you were scum LG. I thought for sure you and DD were working together.
Taking her sweet old time to slowly re-tie her bikini top before rolling onto one side, Kashta looks over her shoulder at the odd little man and replies, "Not at all. What seems to be the problem, Agent...? Agent Crick. Is that what you said?"
She makes direct eye contact with the IRS agent and smiles pleasantly... wondering just what kind of rock do they find these people under? With a nod and what appears to be a lingering glance to Dawg (who has already checked his weapon and motioned her bodyguards to stand down), she introduces Dawg as her associate and waits for the agent to state his concern.
She notes Crick's rumpled, ill-fitting suit and obvious discomfort under the glaring sun. She and Dawg had just discussed heading over to the seaside ristorante for some lunch, but she rejected that notion at this sudden intrusion. Why make that miserable little man less uncomfortable when he needs to just go away anyway? She's received no notice from the IRS whatsoever and Crick arrived without sending word ahead of time.
For that matter, what questions could she possibly answer out here in the middle of nowhere on a secluded beach with no access to counsel, her accountants... directors, and with no records on hand?
Face it, allowing the agent to make his point and describe his intended line of questioning before simply referring him to those handling her affairs was the best this agent could hope for... under the circumstances.
See, I bet the other mods think the game is still going strong, what with all the after stories 
Though it doesn't often happen, Dawg decides to humor the little man and his inane line of questioning. It must be that the warm sun, the soothing sound of waves crashing and the exquisite beauty he is sharing a blanket with have taken the edge off.
He winks in Kashta's direction and says to Crick, "Let's sit down and discuss this over a drink". Crick nervously utters, "Uh...uh...I don't drink and I can only speak directly with the party in question". Dawg assures Crick that he has personally handled all of Kashta's "assets" and will see to it that he gets the answers he's looking for. Kashta nods in agreement and Crick and Dawg take to the shade of the oceanfront cocktail lounge.
They sit at the bar and Dawg is amused as he notices Crick's feet dangling in the air several inches from the floor. Dawg calls to the bartender, "I'll take a 25yr Chivas Regal and a Shirley Temple for my friend here." Crick proceeds to go into detail about the problems with Kashta's paperwork and Dawg makes sure to nod every couple of minutes as he is only slightly paying attention while he sips his second scotch. Dawg slowly unwraps a cigar bites the tip off and lights it up...blowing a smoke ring in the direction of the agent. Dawg stops Crick in mid sentence and says, "Could I take a look at the paperwork you keep referring to?" The agent reaches into his breifcase and pulls out a bundle of what appears to be bank statements for several offshore bank accounts with Kashta's name all over them. Dawg quickly assesses the situation and notices that the printing is smudged and that the papers wreak of cheap whiskey and cigarettes.
"Mr. Crick", Dawg announces..."Please take a close look at this paperwork here." Dawg points to the smudged fingerprints on several of the pages. He also points out that Kashta's social security number is not correct. Crick does a double take and replies, "This appears to be a forgery and I will quickly get to the bottom of this...sorry for wasting your time, Sir." The agent takes the last sip of his Shirley Temple and shuffles across the beach back to where he came from.
The next morning Dawg awakens to a beam of sunlight glaring through the drawn curtains. He rolls over and places a gentle kiss on Kash's forehead and strokes the soft skin of her shoulder. He puts on his robe and heads to the front door. Dawg opens the door and picks up his specially delivered issue of that morning's ACVille Times and reads the headline, "Man Detained For IRS Fraud In Attempt To Discredit Mayor Kashta." In the picture he sees Chill with his hair all disheveled and a black eye, standing holding a mug shot sign. Dawg thinks to himself...I bet he wishes he stayed DEAD. He grins, and walks back to the bedroom. As he enters and closes the door behind him he thinks...this is going to be another wonderful day.
He winks in Kashta's direction and says to Crick, "Let's sit down and discuss this over a drink". Crick nervously utters, "Uh...uh...I don't drink and I can only speak directly with the party in question". Dawg assures Crick that he has personally handled all of Kashta's "assets" and will see to it that he gets the answers he's looking for. Kashta nods in agreement and Crick and Dawg take to the shade of the oceanfront cocktail lounge.
They sit at the bar and Dawg is amused as he notices Crick's feet dangling in the air several inches from the floor. Dawg calls to the bartender, "I'll take a 25yr Chivas Regal and a Shirley Temple for my friend here." Crick proceeds to go into detail about the problems with Kashta's paperwork and Dawg makes sure to nod every couple of minutes as he is only slightly paying attention while he sips his second scotch. Dawg slowly unwraps a cigar bites the tip off and lights it up...blowing a smoke ring in the direction of the agent. Dawg stops Crick in mid sentence and says, "Could I take a look at the paperwork you keep referring to?" The agent reaches into his breifcase and pulls out a bundle of what appears to be bank statements for several offshore bank accounts with Kashta's name all over them. Dawg quickly assesses the situation and notices that the printing is smudged and that the papers wreak of cheap whiskey and cigarettes.
"Mr. Crick", Dawg announces..."Please take a close look at this paperwork here." Dawg points to the smudged fingerprints on several of the pages. He also points out that Kashta's social security number is not correct. Crick does a double take and replies, "This appears to be a forgery and I will quickly get to the bottom of this...sorry for wasting your time, Sir." The agent takes the last sip of his Shirley Temple and shuffles across the beach back to where he came from.
The next morning Dawg awakens to a beam of sunlight glaring through the drawn curtains. He rolls over and places a gentle kiss on Kash's forehead and strokes the soft skin of her shoulder. He puts on his robe and heads to the front door. Dawg opens the door and picks up his specially delivered issue of that morning's ACVille Times and reads the headline, "Man Detained For IRS Fraud In Attempt To Discredit Mayor Kashta." In the picture he sees Chill with his hair all disheveled and a black eye, standing holding a mug shot sign. Dawg thinks to himself...I bet he wishes he stayed DEAD. He grins, and walks back to the bedroom. As he enters and closes the door behind him he thinks...this is going to be another wonderful day.
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