Chapter 7: Chicago, Against The Underworld



The white Rabbit looks around the room before having a set in his large gray chair.

[The Rabbit]
All right, you got what you wanted, I want to see something in exchange.

[Thorne]
You'll get you money in time, but you won't get anything until this is over with.

[The Rabbit]
What? But that wasn't the deal!

[Thorne] *Leans forward and shoots a puff of smoke at his face*
It is now.

(The Rabbit then knew that he was tricked of being bribed. He's furious, but doesn't say a single harsh word knowing that it would be his last.)

[The Rabbit]
Err... Ok, whatever you say... Um... what more do you want from me?

[Thorne]
Just that all your talk about our protection pays off. You were behind on your protection money, think of this as a second chance.

[The Rabbit]
Yeah, I will, thanks.

[Thorne]
Now, detail us about this building's shipping system.

[The Rabbit]
Well, every Monday we get a new shipment of copper, every Thursday we get a shipment of sulfur, and oil comes every Friday or Saturday.

[Thorne]
Uh huh... I see. Who and what brings in the goods?

[The Rabbit]
Our most trusted employees drive the oil and hopper trucks out back. They come from Arizona, California, New Mexico, Texas, Colorado, and Nebraska. Some shipment comes by rail on the Santa Fe, or Aster Lain.

[Thorne]
And were do they come from?

[The Rabbit]
From Washington, Montana, and Nevada.

[Thorne]
Perfect! Nevada is what we were looking for. How good is their business?

[The Rabbit]
Fairly good. They've always paid their part... Even though they are currently a poor state.

[Thorne]
Well, we'll change all of that... Heh, heh, heh...

[The Rabbit]
Really? What you plan on doing?

[Thorne]
Never you mind Mr. Wanger, just tell us the important things about running this place so we can be done arranging this everything by morning.

[Mr. Wanger]
Well, all you have to do is run your organization over the business. Anything that comes in should go to you and your men, and if paid well, the employees won't care who there working for and for what purpose.

[Thorne]
Is that a fact, seems easy enough.

[Murray]
But Boss, how much are you willing to pay them?

[Thorne]
Quiet you! I don't want to talk to you right now. Besides, we'll pay them whatever they were being paid at first, which is...?

[Mr. Wanger]
Six dollars an hour.

[Thorne]
Six dollars an... What! You think you could have done a little less paying, and a little more producing! Heh, heh.

[Mr. Wanger]
Ah, well, that's what it takes to keep them.

[Thorne]
Fine, make that 9 dollars an hour! I can't feel the loyalty in that. We'll surprise them in their next pay check.

(Thorne then gets up from his seat and slowly walks over to the front door to the left side.)

[Thorne] *Looks around the room*
Alright men, I don't know about you, but I've had enough of setting here talking. It's time to redecorate! Let's go!

Everyone then gets up for their seat and runs out the door. Thorne, who is still standing next to the front door, gives his first smile to Mr. Wanger.

[Thorne]
Thanks for your help pal, couldn't have pulled it off without ya, heh, heh.

[Mr. Wanger]
Anytime Mr. Al La Rosa... *sigh* anytime at all.

Mr. Wanger then starts to collect his valuables in his office, and store them him his dark brown suit case. Collecting items such as photos of his family, books, desk accessories, and so forth. He continued to clean-out the inside of his office through out the night, while hearing rattling sounds coming from the redecoration from beyond his doors.


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Back in Florida, after the sunrise, Victor is having his breakfast, and reading the morning paper brought to him by the hotel staff. After scanning through a few sections, he comes across one titled "Chicago, Against The Underworld" Printed date Thursday, October 26th, 1929. He then reads on about Alphonse Capone, the famous Italian gangster which crimes and killings have increased all for the love of money and blood. Ever since the St. Valentine's Day Massacre on February 14th, this year, Capone has been under high watch by authorities, and on high alert by his gang.

Victor continues to read on carefully as he tears a piece of the section off, folds it and stuffs it in his left pocket. He makes a slight sigh after reading and attempts to make another phone call to his home town. As the phone rings, he lays back in a chair next to him and straitens his tie. The phone is then answered by Jonathan, sounding breathless at ear.

[Jonathan]
Haa... haa... Yes? Haa...

[Victor]
Jonathan? Are... you all right?

[Jonathan]
Haa... Yeah, haa..... Just was running to answer the phone.

[Victor]
Ah Jonathan, it only rind twice. No ones going to hang up that fast.

[Jonathan]
Haa... what do you want Victor?

[Victor]
Heh, well *nothing* I guess.

[Jonathan]
Sorry, I'm just having a ruff day. What did you call for?

[Victor]
I called to ask you did you read in the papers about Alphonse Capone?

[Jonathan]
Yes, I did. What about it?

[Victor]
Well, remember when we talked about possibly him and La Rosa getting together?

[Jonathan]
Yeah...

[Victor]
Well, I have a plan. I'll meet you back in town Saturday and we'll discuss it there with the squad.

[Jonathan]
All right... I hope you know what your doing. Whatever it is.

[Victor]
Trust me on this one.



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Meanwhile, up north in cold Chicago. There's a line of black cars parked outside of a day club called the Block Jazz. The days calm, fresh, and taken advantage of the public. To the left of the club, a small black and white police car dives up and slowly stops in front of the last car in line. The tall blue uniformed officer gets out of his vehicle and stops two gentleman walking pass him.

[The Officer]
Hey, you mine telling me what's going on here, eh?

[Gentleman 1]
Hey, no worries officer. We're just haven a little fun. Taken the dams out and ah... haven a good time ya know?

[The Officer]
Looks more like just another place for bootlegging the me, heh. Turn around!

[Gentleman 2]
What's all this?

[The Officer] *takes out his gun*
Face the wall Herb!

(They both then quickly turn and face the wall)

[The Officer]
Put your hands on it! Both of them!

(They do as told as the officer searches their coat, shirt, and pants for posable items)

[The Officer]
Damn! You Herbs never seem to carry anything while we're watchen huh? Bet ya through somethen away before I saw huh? Did cha, huh!?

[The two Gentleman]
No, no, no, no! We didn't have anything!

[The Officer]
Uh huh, yeah. Get on out of my sight, damn Herbs. *spits on the ground*



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