Hal knows the strongest thing in the universe is (willpower) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-01-03 09:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ra's al ghul |
Who: Leo Giacoma
What: Making plans
Where: His home office
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: DP for devious and plotty
Of all the arms delivered through the studio, Leo does not touch any of them directly. They're moved into warehouses where Capos and soldiers rearrange them, pack them into fresh boxes that had a mix of firearms and small explosives.
At the top of each crate was something that Leo had touched. Written on creamy white sheets of paper were a list of names, some starred, most not. The higher ranking members of various gangs and unaffiliated families carried a star, the highest had two. Leo already delivered his orders regarding those ones -- they were to be handled by his capos only and their heads were to be delivered to their respective bosses.
It was going to be a messy business, but San Quent taught him that sometimes that was the only message these shits believed in. So be it. The only directive on the whole list was written at the bottom. It read: Minimal collateral damage. He was going to do this thing, but he didn't want a civilian body count. Not women, not kids, just the scumbags who were on the lists.
Each list was neatly folded up and placed in a matching white envelope, one list for each crate. There were no directions to burn their individual lists of names as soon as they were done -- Leo knew they didn't need that. They'd do it anyway. On the outside of each envelope, Leo wrote 9 PM -- a start time. The envelopes were shut, but not sealed, the crates of weapons latched shut as soon as they were placed inside.
Happy New Year, Las Vegas.