Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2009-12-04 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | big bad wolf |
Who: Shane (narrative, closed)
What: Setting the trap.
Where: Out and about in New York.
When: The past few weeks.
Warnings: None.
It had started with a man in a brown trench coat.
Shane was always on the lookout for potential targets, always. He couldn't turn those thoughts off, not that he really tried.
He'd been sitting inside a coffee shop, reading the newspaper and carefully recording a few choice cases in a notebook, when a man had walked by the shop window. Shane glanced up and recognized him the moment he saw that fleeting image of his face-- Tommy Giancoma, one of the men to rise to power in the family after Shane had seriously thinned out the upper ranks eight years before. A majority of the Giancoma mob had moved out to New York since then, and they'd shifted their base of operations out of Chicago to escape police scrutiny in the wake of the murders. Tommy had inherited his position around that time, and had enjoyed a comfortable level of authority since then, just a few steps below the current don. A lawyer by trade, if Shane remembered right, but not a straightforward mob lawyer. No, his story was much more complicated.
Shane went home and began research, refreshing his memory. Tommy was one of many men that Shane had marked. The ones he chose to focus on at any given time had to do with which family was looking hardest for him, which ones he could find definitive evidence on at that given moment, and a little bit of chance. Walking by that window had been Tommy's trigger, reminding Shane of him, bringing him into sharp, clear focus.
It had been some time since Shane had gone hard after the Giancomas. They were favorite targets for him for obvious reasons, but he'd been devoting much of his time to the other families and the various unaffiliated criminals in the city--pimp crime lords, child pornographers, high society serial rapists. A little old fashioned mafia blood that had nothing immediate to do with Boyd might be exactly what he needed to settle him, let him verify that things didn't have to be messy, and that he was, in fact, very good at keeping things clean. These past few kills had been abnormalities, and this was the perfect opportunity to get things back to normal.
Tommy, Tommy. Tommy had been very busy since getting his job as overseer of the family's fleet of loan sharks. He was the one who made sure their books were balanced, who gave them blessing to go after debtors, and who occasionally got involved first hand when things went wrong.
Because Tommy wasn't really a lawyer. Oh, he had a degree, handsomely paid for by generous relatives in the family, and he had practiced the law a little. But Tommy's real experience lay in killing, in killing quietly and swiftly and making sure the body was never found. Though he'd graduated in the ranks, he sometimes still plied his original trade, if the situation was dire enough and the intended victim important enough.
He'd be a challenge. That was part of the interest, of course. Though Shane was more than willing to go after just about anyone who violated their right to be considered a human being, the ones who had done more damage and were more capable of defending themselves were much, much more satisfying. Reading up on him, following him from the family's headquarters downtown to his home in a stylish high rise in Manhattan, talking to informants around town; these things focused Shane's energy, directed it, and commanded his full attention. When he was doing them, he didn't think about himself or anyone else. He thought about the target and the most practical way of taking them down. Single-minded and all-absorbing, the task of it, the work involved in making that ultimate goal of bloody death a reality, washed everything else away.