The Devil's Hand (A futuristic gang rp) IC
The heels of a three hundred people clicked in harmony across the marble floor as classical music played in the background. It was a live performance. Violins, cellos, bass, and many other members of the string family played in unison. Corks flew into the air as bottles of champagne popped open. "Cheers!" Several men shouted as their glasses clanged together. "To a new age." One man cheered. Another lifted his glass, "No, to a new age ruled by the worthy." The man with the last comment was tall and elegant. He went by the name of Douglas Jetson. He wore a tux, as did many of the guest. He was surrounded by several men, all with drinks in hand, and he had women to either side of him. "We've done a lot to get here. I honestly don't know where'd I'd be without you guys." He paused putting his arm around the brunette to his right, "Oh wait. I do." He paused waiting for the guys to listen in. "I'd be right here, not sharing the spoils of my victory." The men laughed, some in a way that was as if to say, "Ha funny one....asshole." But none the less the supported this man's self value.
The value he placed on himself though was not completely unsupported. As of recently he was now one of the most powerful men in the world. Though he was not as wealthy as some of the industry rulers of the world he was well off. More importantly were his connections. He had a certain, unique set of friends. Ones in both high and low places, and they controlled everyone in between. These were the new slit throats, the negotiators, the slick suit soldiers. They were the mafia. A breed of people who had long died out in the development of national security agencies and the police force. Now as nations fell into darker times they were back, because when times get rough there's nothing better than drinking it all away.
"Pardon me ladies for my discourteous behavior. Gentlemen these are my ladies of the night, Rose and Clem. Clem? Can I call you Clem? Ah who cares. Anyways, ladies. Men. Men. Ladies." The men shook hands with the women though the women with black hair was cutting her eyes as the man's remark on her name. "Ladies, I'd provide you with company but it seems none of my acquaintances have any." The group smiled and laughed at all the man's comments despite the constant bashing he gave. They wouldn't argue with a man that provided such, luxurious company. Plus you never wanted to be on the bad side of a man worth a few billion dollars.
"Have you guys heard of my diamonds?" The tall, built man said. "They're a real beauty I assure you." He brought of such pieces as if his guest wouldn't know, but for the most part it was the reason they were there. The man who had just spent nearly half his fortune on the world's most valuable diamonds. He led the group to a room in the back, away from the ball and all it's glamour. In the back room was a personal library with a few hundred books. There was a cushioned chair and red wood desk. Mr. Jetson walked behind the desk and pulled on a lamp in an angle acting as a lever. One of the book shelves pushed forward and then to the side revealing a secret room. "Don't waste time thinking about how someone could get back here. It is impossible." Mr. Jetson walked into the room and waved a hand, "Follow me." The group consisting of two women and five men packed into a small metallic room. There were drawers lining the walls like a deposit in a bank. They each held valuables that the man had acquired over the years. At the center of the room was a glass display of a pile of assorted diamonds. "The lever outside only works with my fingerprint and when it registers a pulse. So no simple copy of my fingers would register. Each of these drawers has a twenty digit code consisting of a mix of numbers and letters both lower case and not. That means you have a combination of twenty six letters, make that fifty two with the mix of upper and lower case. Numbers zero through nine, and a combination of over twenty digits. For those of you who are incapable of mathematical skills that adds up to well over a hundred and thirty five thousand combinations." He took a step back towards the back of the room which in place of a wall, was a large vault. The vault contained every precautional lock possible. There was a large handwheel, a retinal scanner, another fingerprint scanner with pulse detector, a compartment to place a strand of hair for a DNA scan, and several lock combinations. both digital and manual.
"Behind these two ton steel doors lays my most precious possession. The Koh-e-noor." The way he pronounced the word just seemed like it cost money to say. "Some say that whomever owns this diamond, rules the world." He entered the codes, turned the dials and followed all the other precautions to opening the door. "Today ladies and gentlemen, I show you that it is true." He waved a hand, "Men help me with the wheel." The wheel had three large bars aiming north, southwest, and south east. Mr. Jetson placed his hands on the north bar while the other men; three on one bar, two on the other, pushed the bars in a clockwise motion. The five guest showing struggle in their faces to push the heavy wheel and bending the leather of their formal shoes. Mr. Jetson muscles tensed but it was clear he had a build more capable of the task.
When the wheel turned half a cycle there was a click and the door cracked, the airtight seal broken. "Thank you gentlemen. Now stand back as I reveal to you, the most extraordinary thing you've ever seen." He grabbed the door by the wheel and pulled, a system was in place to help the door swing open with relative ease. "Behold, the queen of diamonds!" He said with a large smile as the door opened behind him and he looked to his guest to watch as awe spread across their face. And it did. But not for what he had wanted it to.
"The diamond. Where is it?" One of them said. One of the women gasped, "It's gone." Mr. Jetson's smile faded and he looked at his guest dumbfounded then he turned to look at a brightly lit room with an empty pedestal. His face turned a dark red as veins petrduded from his neck. A button popped from his collar. As his muscles flexed. Spit bubbled at his mouth as he grinded his teeth together.
Chapter Two: Fool's Gold
"Oh man, I bet the look on his face when he saw his missing jewel, priceless." A pair of young men send the back of a Mercedes one of them the one who had been talking was laughing up a storm. There were three others in the car two male one female. The driver was a large man, his seat with push nearly all the way back to give room for his large frame, most of which was muscle. There were muscles upon muscles but they were toned to a degree to prevent the hulking like bulges that is girlfriend did not find appealing. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest over it, a remnant of the night before.
Next to him was the ginger woman in her mid twenties. She was in the process of removing old makeup and replacing it with something less formal. Her frame in the tight dress was like an hour glass, curved but not too much to throw off the balance of her features. She put the passenger mirror down in order to block the Rising Sun. "Jackal why don't you quiet it down the back there." She said pressing her lips together applying a dark brown makeup, contrary to her tomato red hair.
"Let him have his laugh Sabrina. We did well tonight." The voice came from the last member of the group. He had smooth black hair, evenly cut around so that his bangs with past his eyes and his ears were covered. It was quiet for a moment. Jackal's laugh died down and no one spoke. The night before have been something in the group had discussed for days. Now that is finally over and they had been triumphant, there is little to say.
"Where we going boss? We've been driving for a while now. I think it's safe to talk now." The driver spoke, his voice deep yet respectful. "Hopefully somewhere I can get out of this dress." Sabrina said running her hands down her waist smoothing down the dress.
"Don't worry, will be stopping soon." was all he said. "There's nothing but desert here." Jackal added. Next to him the young man smiled; His red eyes shone through is Raven black hair, "Perfect place to lose a diamond."
Outside a gas station, surrounded by desert set the Mercedes. It was empty, it's passengers now inside the station. The three men stood amongst the isles. The driver, Bruce, flipped bags of chips over reading the ingredients. The youngest of the group, the one with the red eyes, stood by the counter conversating with the old man behind the register. "How often do you get business here?" He asked. They had drove for hours without seeing any life other than the occasional cactus. The man smiled under is NASCAR cap, "Oh, enough to keep the lights on. Cars don't often pass by here but when I do they stop here." "I bet they do."
There was the sound of a soda bouncing across the floor. Its liquid cargo spraying out the top. The young man turned to see Jackal frantically trying to grab the soda. Jackal looked at him with wide eyes, "Sorry boss." The raven haired boy shook his head and turn to the elderly man, "We'll pay for that." The old man not in his head, "I'll go get paper towels." As the old man went to the back to grab paper towels Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom, "Is the guy here yet?" Her red hair was gone, for it had only been a wig. In place of long curly hair was short straight hair; it was dark brown and smooth. The old man came out from the back and walked to Jackal, handing him the paper towels. "Thank you." Jackal said. The old man returned to his spot behind the counter.
"So, where are you guys heading to?" "Just meeting a friend." At that moment the door chimes rang. Through the doors stepped in a man in a trench coat and a fedora hat. "That's our man." Sabrina's voice could be heard from the back. The man approached the raven haired boy, "Are you Lucius?" The boy smiled, "Depends, who are you?" "They told me you would be careful." The others are starting to approach now so young man held out his hand, "It's fine. Let's take this outside."
The group stepped outside, quiet, waiting for the man to speak. "I think you know who sent me here." "No I don't." The man's face was hidden by a handkerchief and a large pair of sunglasses, "You could be one of two men, which are you?" The man's hands never left pockets, "Who travels under the bridge yet never breaths?" Jackal stepped forward, "Who is this guy?" The young man held out his hand, "A dead man floating downstream." The air grew still, it was silent. Just the group is beginning to tense, the two men broke out in laughter. "So it is you Lucius. He told me you were clever. Must have been to still the diamond." Lucius snickered, "Indeed I am."
Half an hour later the group was back on the road, "So, what now?" Sabrina was asking the question. Lucius answered, "We have enough money to get started now. We'll get the rest over the next few months." "And what is it exactly we're getting started on?" Lucius tossed a small bag of diamonds in his hand, they were worth a total of 500,000,000 dollars. Not only have a stolen the Queen jewel, but they had replaced millions of dollars worth of diamonds with counterfeits. "That's up to you. We can head our separate ways when we reach our destination." Sabrina, who had had her eyes set on Lucius, now turned in her seat, "Sounds good to me." Jackal continued to look at Lucius, "Or?"
"Or, you can stay with me." Bruce who had stayed quiet the entire trip now spoke, "Saying is you have a diamonds; I think I'll stay with you." "Damn it!" Sabrina cursed aloud seeing the fault in her plan. "Fine then. But I'm only staying to make sure I get the rest of my money." Lucius tucked to diamonds away in his coat pocket, "Bruce we heard what you had to say. Sabrina you too. How about you Jackle?" The man stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers, "Well uh, I guess I'm staying with you." "Good. I guess it's a plan then."
Chapter 3: No Man's Land
In the desert on the deadliest thrive. This is true for all animals, even man. There was no wealth in the desert to be made, on lizards and sand. It's simply acted as the space between the East and the West. There were just as many gangs with equal amounts of power to either direction. No family, no matter how powerful, could afford to have land on both fronts. You had to keep focus on what was yours to stay at the top. Claiming land in both territories only increased your enemies, and a war on both sides was a losing one.
To claim both turfs was the goal however, just no one had found a way to do so. Until Lucius came around. He had a plan, "I'm going to link the East and the West." Lucius' voice bounced across the metal sheets of the shed. The wind was blowing, little beads of sand thudding on the outside walls. Sabrina let out a sarcastic laugh, "Ha. You got to be joking right?" Lucius showed no expression. Bruce, with his sleeves rolled up and arms crossed, spoke "You really think that's possible?" He was leaning against the hood of the car which was covered by a tarp. Lucy said a few feet across from him on top of a crate. His arms to for crossed, along with his legs. He was deep in thought, as a had been since the first million was handed to him back at the station. "I know it is."
His group seemed less sure, "And what makes you think you can do with mob Lords could not?" Sabrina's words were like poison but Lucius did not take offense. "Because they have a different mentality. They're good at finding a way, they never tried building one." Sabrina tossed her hands up in the air, "What's that supposed to mean?" Lucius jumped off the crate, his hands in his pockets. "It mean's we're doing the impossible again."
------- Year 2083
Olympus was a city of bright lights and a million people. Just 40 years prior it had nothing but sand. It was a city of many names, two of the most common were Sin City, and Mob Town. Both were equally fitting. A monorail with a bullet train brought in thousands of passengers a day. The monorail was a link between the east and west. The average person came to party, the important ones came for business. Not the business that involves a suit and tie and walking around with a briefcase, no this was a business that made lives and took them.
The business involved many people, some with titles, most without. It was like a chain link from a ship, going all the way down to the anchor, the base. And at the base of it all, was Lucius White. When it was business, working with Lucius was like making a deal with the devil. The man was smarter than the 10 top kids of Princeton. Combined. At the age of 63 his hair was white, combed to back and slick. His knuckles hairy, his hand shaking with arthritis. He was growing old and it was time to pass down the crown. But he wasn't going to just let anyone have it. They had to be the best, they had to be more than the best. They had to be the best damn mobster since, well, himself.