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Harold Archer was asleep in his apartment.  At 4:30am his alarm clock sounded and Harold quickly opened his eyes and reached to shut off the alarm.  He lay in his bed alone for a brief few moments, then jumped up and headed into the bathroom.  He took a quick shower and finished the usual things a person does before going to work.  Harold was vain and took great care in grooming himself.  He was proud of his appearance and always looked as if he had just stepped from the pages of a magazine.  After putting on one of his best suits he was out the door and into his BMW. 

Harold drove to the Casino where he worked for one of the few men he trusted, someone known to many simply as “The Boss” It was Harold’s job to keep things running smoothly, and that’s just what Harold did.  Keep the money rolling in and keep the trouble down was something Harold could do easily. And he took great pleasure in taking care of matters himself.

When he arrived Harold quickly went up to the observation room.  He had been watching a couple of people the night before.  People Harold thought may be stupid enough to try to cheat the Casino.  Many people tried, some were good at it, but no one got away with it, not here. 

Harold quickly spotted the men he suspected and watched them.  It only took a couple of minutes for Harold to see what he was looking for.

Harold quickly went down to the Casino floor.  He had a couple of his men with him, and they knew the drill.  Harold went over to the first man and congratulated him on his large winnings.  Then Harold invited the man back to his office.  Harold said “it will take a few minutes for us to cash you out, so come enjoy my hospitably until then.”  The man felt uncomfortable but agreed to go with Harold.  Harold had one of the beautiful girls from the Casino floor show with him, and the man thought this may be his lucky night.  He was so wrong.

Harold took his guest to a special room which was set up for just an occasion as this.  Once the man was in the room he knew he had been caught because his partner in crime was already here, sitting at a table.

The men with Harold forced the two would be cheaters to sit across from each other.  Harold walked over and gave them a little lecture about how stupid it was for them to try this, especially at this Casino.  Then Harold became silent, thinking about what he wanted to do with these two.  Finally Harold pulled his gun and shot one of the men right between the eyes.  Blood splattered all over the table as the man fell over.  Then Harold looked at the other man, and told his men “bring me the hammer”.  The frightened man at the table began to beg but it was no use.  Harold told the man, “either lay your hands out on the table or I will just shoot you like I did your friend.”  The man laid both his hands on the table and Harold took the hammer and crushed them both.  He hit them over and over until they were broken to the point the man would never be able to use either of them again.

Then Harold told his men to get rid of this loser; and they dragged the man out and threw him into the alley.  Harold smiled and went to get some breakfast.

Later Harold had a meeting with his friend, the Boss. They were going to have a board meeting.  Harold always enjoyed these meetings, as he knew everyone else in the room would be afraid of what the Boss may do to them.  The Boss and Harold made their way in the room and took their seats.  Harold could not help but think; “now this will be interesting”

Posted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Sitting on the edge of the bed after he left she held her face in her hands and wept. Her life had lost control lateley, she had no idea what was going on. Ever since being transfered from LA to Vine City she was trying desperatley to escape the tarnished reputation that had occured after the fumbled drug bust. Taking the money was not the best idea she had ever had but it had lead her to the man she now loved more than any she had ever known.

Kaylis life had been hard since youth, a foster child she had been traded around many familes when she was growing up and the abuse she had suffered had hardened her to love. Men were a play thing to her for most of her life, a toy to use and discard.. but Michael.. he was different so strong and powerful yet sensitve and caring when he wanted to be. They had a strange relationship, meeting when his boys had called her in after accepting the bribe the instant sparks between them was astounding. He was the sexiest man she had ever met and his eyes pierced her soul.They had been togehter for six months now and the whole time she had done nothing but try desperatley to not fall in love wiht him but to no avail. She adored him and it ruined her. How could a cop and a kingpin be in love? How could she love a man who killed and destroyed peoples lives?

What made it easier was knowing that he didnt love her back, he used her like a play thing and she knew it... or at least she thought she did.

Why cant i just leave him She whispered to herself once again.. the same line she repeated on a daily basis when she was not with him. When they were together, looking at him, searching his face she was sure he loved her.. but then she would see something that made her doubt it and she would loose herself again. The strong hard woman hated what he did to her, hated the way he made her feel..... vulnerable.

Sighing deeply she stood up and stretched her purple orchid tattoo visible through her sheer panties as she pulled on her jeans and buttoned up her shirt. Enough she whispered to herself, get yourself back into it you can do this for a litle while longer, just until you can sort out what your next move will be. Every day she wore a new face a face that hid the real feelings inside her, she worked with her team to find the man she loved and bring him down and it killed her, she hated being this way and knew very soon it would all fall apart around her...

Posted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

No one spoke until The Boss and Harold took their seats at the head of the table. Erica passed out a file to each of the men sitting around the table, their eyes following her every move as her hips rocked back and forth. Opening the file was pictures of a dead hooker dismembered and blood spread out all over the street. All of the men at the table grimaced at the picture that was more than graffic, except one. A smile came the face of the cuban's leader. With a nod to Harold a shot rang through the air, with out even a look towards the man Harold sent a bullet between the cuban's eyes. Blood and brain misted the man beside him, covering his face in a red tint. Erica quickly walked over and gave the man a towel. The cuba sat in his seat dripping as The Boss got down to the meeting at hand.

"Let me make myself clear, no one kills for fun. NO ONE! If it's not making us money, we ain't doing it. AM I CLEAR!" Heads nodded and a few "yes sirs" were spoken as the room was at his attention. "There is a large shipment of white coming in. It is not enough for any one of your gangs. This will be a team effort, We will hit the streets hard the next week and come out the other end rich."

"We will cover our tracks with a front of a large scale gang war. Some people might die in the process....so be it."
With that the meeting was dismissed. With a whisper to Harold The Boss started the war.

He walked into his penthouse apartment in the Nines Casino, waiting on him was the love of his life. She was laying on the bed waiting for his return. Was it the power and the money that she sought out of him. Was she just getting close to him to double cross him later. He didn't care he loved her like no other before, but he would not show it. Keeping his real emotions to himself he made love to her believing that she didn't love him at all.

Posted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

the sound of the gunshot echoed through the silent office, reverberating off the walls. the man beside the one with the hole in his head was splattered with blood and a bit of grey matter. without missing a beat, she walked to a nearby table and picked up a single white, cotton towel. she walked to his side, avoiding the pooling blood on the floor as he'd slumped from the chair and laid it on the table in front of him. tossing her brown hair off her shoulder, she sent Harold a glance before resuming her post by the door, waiting to be called if needed

it was well known that Erica Winters was efficient as she was dedicated. she'd met Harold Archer right out of college and for some reason, one to this day she cannot explain, the pair were drawn to one another on a professional level. he needed someone dedicated. someone intelligent. someone who didn't ask alot of questions. she wanted job security, benefits, and to live the high life. and so when she agreed to become his personal assistant, that was that. he got his dedicated employee and she got her job security. as she watched his "men" remove the body, her eyes followed them out the door. with the meeting ajurned, she too exited the conference room and walked back to her desk outside of Harold's office. she sat behind the desk and absently toyed with the pen, tapping it against her lips

"Ring....Ring"

she set the pen aside and picked the telephone up slowly  "Mr. Arcer's office. May I ask who's calling?" she quickly jotted down a note for him from one of his assistants on a steno pad in front of her and hung up the phone. as she was about to begin her computer work, her personal cell phone rang. she cocked an eyebrow slowly before she pulled it from her purse to answer it  "Harold, you just received that call you'd been waiting on. Would you like me to give you the details now over the phone or wait until you return to the office?"  she nodded as he told her he'd prefer to wait for a face to face discussion and she agreed. right before she hung up, she bid him her customary, "Be Careful, Harold". she got the typical, "No other way to be, Erica" and then the line went dead

Posted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

sitting at the desk typing, Erica's thoughts drifted back to the conference room earlier that day. it wasn't as though she'd never seen it before, that brash display of violence. what was new, however.. was the way Harold's face seemed to pale the slightest bit when she walked over to the man to hand him his towel. she really had never seen him look that way before, as though he were genuinely... concerned. for her? her fingers stilled on the keys and she blinked, before she tried to again focus on the computer screen in front of her. the knock at the office door startled her, causing her to literally jerk. she let out a sigh and slid out of the chair and walked from behind the desk

pulling the massive oak door to Harold's office reception area open, she was surprised to find a delivery man standing there holding the most massive bouquet of flowers she'd ever seen. her brown eyes rounded as as she moved to peer around the floral explosion, she caught the sight of the edge of a small envelope nestled in the center. hmm.. it had a card. curious?  "I'm looking for a Miss Erica Winters? You know where I can find her?"  the delivery man's voice came from behind the small garden in glass and she took a moment to register he was asking for her  "I.. I'm Miss Winters. Erica."  she stammered, softly  "Then these are yours. Enjoy!" he thrust the vase into her unsuspecting arms and retreated the way he came. she propped the vase on one hip, one arm around it while she shut the door with the other. carrying the arrangement back to her desk, she sat it down and stared at it. hesitantly, she reached for the card and pulled it from within the flowers

"Sorry you had to see that. You deserve something prettier to look at. -H" she smiled, softly and stared at the unmistakable writing on the card. Harold. he always enjoyed surprising her. maybe even spoiling her. quickly tucking the card into her desk drawer, she fluffed the arrangment up a bit and positioned it right where she wanted it. they really were pretty to look at. he'd been right. and he knew she'd enjoy them, too. Harold always had a way about him. always knew how to read her

Posted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

He was sick of it all, the corruption the dirty cops it all was getting to be too much, something had to be done. Someone had to step up and he sure as h311 was going to do it. Jim decided that no matter what it cost him he would find out who was leaking secrets to the Boss, and he would put an end to it, a permanent end to it. He didn't want to take the Law in to his own hands, but at times you have to just do that. He spent that entire day at the firing range, shooting out that anger and rage that lurked inside of him. It was time to hit the streets.

His weapon concealed he started to bash down certain peoples doors as the night fell. If you wanted to catch the rat you needed bait, needed a trap. It was time he found him some bait to set the trap. Pushers and dealers were all beaten in, never once did Jim show his badge tonight, all he did was use force. He needed answers and not more questions not any red tape. After a long night of kicking @$$ and taking names he had a few leads. it was only a matter of time if they would play out or become dead ends. No matter what though he needed back up.

Posted 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Earlier that evening, Detective Ronnie Gardocki had been going over the blue prints of the entire penthouse complex.  By now, he had exits, windows, powerlines, and everything all mapped out.  However, just to be on the safe side, two tactical operations were devised.  One was all about the stealth.  By night, the Strike Team would influtrate through the windows via the fire escapes.  Ronnie and Shane would take the living room, Vic would take the master bedroom.  By making their way silently into Fox's penthouse, the Strike Team would subdue him and then make him talk.  Vic had approved this as the primary operation.

However, if things got interesting, the Strike Team would go to the "Plan B" option........go loud.  In this case, one member would cover both exits to the fire escapes from the outside, while the remaining two busted in from the door.  Certainly, these were risky tactics and the likelihood of getting taken out was high.  Ronnie knew that though and brought along the Strike Team's shotguns just incase.  With everything loaded into the van, Gardocki was ready to roll.  As soon as Vic called, Ronnie was on the road headed towards the destination.

In all honestly, Ronnie had no idea where Vic got his intel on his recent investigation into the criminal mastermind known as "The Boss."  That did not matter.  What mattered was that Vic always got the results that he needed.  Ronnie trusted him and did everything he could in order to help Vic out.  That is what, in some ways, made Ronnie Gardocki into one of Vic Mackey's greatest allies.

Ronnie then got a call from Vic, giving him the go ahead for Plan B.  Driving into a secluded alleyway next to the apartment complex, Ronnie called up Shane.  "I'm in position.  Vic's gonna be here soon."

Posted 4 months, 2 weeks ago