Name: Luigi Bianco
Status: Fine, other than a bandaged leg.
Inventory: Wallet (Complete with passport, money, license, and a credit card.), Cigarettes, and a Revolver (60 .357mm bullets).
Karma: -20
Location: Capital Union Building Auditorium
Objective: See what Fredrick Union is trying to do with the area's local mafia.
Cash: $370
Clothes: Fake Capital Union Janitor outfit
Gained: Vanilla folder containing plans to exterminate the local Mafia.
Lost: Nothing, for now.
The voice was that of Fredrick Union, on the other side of the stage.
We dashed. In fact, we ran so much, we had to stop for a second. We ducked into a room, hoping they would think we ran down the hallway and turned. We heard Mr. Union say "What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in the area. Don't stop until you find those goons."
I chuckled and thought of "The Fugitive".
Gianni and me looked around the room for anything we could use as a weapon. Our guns would attract the rest, if nothing else. Me and Gianni looked up at the same time, and we both noticed an airduct. I also found a Moon Pie sitting on one of the desks in the room. Then I had a plan.
Fredrick wasn't the type of person that called the police. He relied on his men to take care of people. If the police were much help, Highler Ridge wouldn't be the crime capital of the world. I wasn't about to blame him, either. Anyways, then we put a chair under the duct, grabbed a broom, climbed into it, and pushed the chair back with the broom. Then, we threw the broom somewhere in the room, and put the cover back on the airduct. We climbed along until we could see the elevator. As we saw it, we waited a moment, but the airduct wasn't meant to hold 300lb. It broke. Some of Fredrick's men were getting closer, now. We jumped into the elevator and pressed 60. Fredrick was told, and he and his men started running up the stairs, according to plan.
We reached the 60th floor, and waited for 18 minutes, when we started hearing hustling footsteps. Then we climbed into the elevator and shot back down to the first floor. They were baffled. Then we opened the panel inside the elevator and ripped something out, and we ran. We hopped into my Ford and drove down to where our Godfather was hiding, and gave him the plans. He handed us both $1,500, an extra $100 for taking less then a day.
When we went back, my motel room had been seized by the owners. I had forgotten to pay the last bill. I decided now, I should get an apartment. I went to Goodyear, where I heard of a nice apartment building called McRanie Apartments. It was across the street from where Gherone got popped a few days ago. It was still under a police search, though. So at the moment, that might not be a good idea. Then, I found "Ambassador Apartments", a grand old apartment building built in 1923. It was designed by Emmett Roth, and rates there were $221 a month.
Finally, I had a real place.
Name: Luigi Bianco
Status: Great.
Inventory: Wallet (Complete with passport, money, license, and a credit card.), Cigarettes, Moon Pie, and a Revolver (60 .357mm bullets).
Karma: -25
Location: Ambassador Apartments
Objective: Move into new apartment.
Cash: $1,649
Clothes: Casual attire; Buddy Holly T-shirt, Leather jacket, Jeans, dress shoes.
Gained: $1,500 for getting Fredrick Union's plans.
Lost: $221, for rent.