The Hellion (collateralshot) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-02 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dan smith |
Who: NPC Armand Heinz, a former associate of Dan Smith's
What: Arriving in Orange County
When: Earlier today
Where: Localy
Rating/Warnings Lowish; reference to murder and revenge
Status: Complete narrative
Dan Smith was a ballsy son-of-a-bitch. In a way Armand Heinz didn’t really blame him for infiltrating the Montoya Family. If someone had murdered his father in a hit and run, he’d want the asshole to pay too. It must have been quite the kick in the face for Smith when his Police Brothers turned their backs on him and effectively froze him out of the department. It must have made him insane. That was the only explanation Heinz could think of for Smith to infiltrate the Montoya Family and kill the boss’s son by drowning him in the family’s own pool.
It wasn’t really Pedro’s death that had demanded retaliation. Pedro had grown up in the lap of luxury, wanting for nothing and had grown into a self-entitled spoiled man-child. Victor Montoya despised his son and called him his only failure. Smith killing the kid had probably done the Family a favor as Pedro surely would have gotten into some kind of trouble down the line enough that even the members of law enforcement Victor had in his pocket would not have been able to save them. So, it wasn’t Pedro so much as the murder itself. That someone (a detective no less -- it made no difference if he was former or not) had gained access into their ranks and worked his way into the house as a trusted guard. If Victor let that go unanswered, his hold over his own organization, his assets, would have been called into question. For that reason and that reason alone Dan Smith had to pay.
It had taken time to figure out that the runner-turned-guard calling himself Sal Totino was in fact Smith. Once that had been figured out the rest of the tumblers fell into place, but by then Smith had honed his new found craft. Glimpses of his work could be caught all over the nation, but by the time anyone caught up with him, he was gone, into the wind like some kind of damn specter.
As time had passed Victor was more determined than ever to have Dan Smith spitting blood and just when it seemed as though that may never happen, a gift. A mole from within the ranks of the FBI sent them a message. Attached to that message was a photo of a man. The hair was different, and the individual now sported a beard, but it was unmistakably a photo of Sal Totino, also known as Dan Fucking Smith.
He apparently had put down some roots in Southern California and had married a Marine of all the crazy things. An investigation for the new Mrs. Smith’s military clearance conducted by the FBI and the Marines was what had tipped off the informant. No sooner had the information been received when Victor dispatched Heinz to find Smith and to send a message.
Heinz understood exactly what it was he had to do. He packed up and headed to Sunny Southern California. Orange County, to be specific. Once there he set about stalking his prey. He couldn’t strike right away. He had to be patient. Smith wasn’t someone to fuck around with. When he struck, Heinz had to be sure that Smith wouldn’t be in a position to strike back. He would have to wait and bide his time. That was alright. Armand Heinz was a patient man.