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Knaves Giuliani
Knaves spit his cigarette out right before he entered the shop. He looked up at Devon who was in the process of spinning around to greet him. When she greeted him like a normal customer he gave her a big "really" look. "Cut the shit Devon, you know why I'm here." he told her as he looked behind him to make sure he hadn't been followed.

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Devon Donati
Devon rolled her eyes, "There are eyes everywhere, Knaves. At least try to hid the fact that you're here for illegal reasons. Sheesh," she stood, "We do want our business to be here for a while. Wouldn't do for the cops to know what's going on."

She turned as Darren entered the main level of the shop and gave her brother a smile before turning back to Knaves, "Alright, what is it? You want to see our new inventory?"

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Knaves Giuliani
Knaves smiled and looked at her with the eyes of a four year old. "Yeah, I need ammo for Old Reliable here, hopefully you got some smaller SMG's I could carry around tonight in case things get hairy. Also I need a smaller pistol, something a woman could carry around in her purse easily." he unloaded before walking over to pretend to browse at a random baseball bat. "So I figure you heard the news huh?" he asked.

Darren Donati
Darren's eyebrows shot to the ceiling as he heard Knaves talk to Devon. Yeah, sure. Their business dealt with the scum of the earth. It was a tough crowd that they catered to, but rude clients never got the best deals. Darren's face fixed in a max of welcoming as he popped around the corner and saw Knaves fully. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He looked at Devo and then walked over to the pieces. Darren nodded slowly, he didn't look at Devon. "Yeah, Knaves. We got the ammo you need. Won't be cheap though," he said.

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Devon Donati
Devon snorted at Darren's less than enthused tone. Her brother tended to be a bit... over protective at times. Still her smile never fell from her lips, "We heard. Big Ol' Don is dead." she shrugged, "We also have a couple guns you might be interested in." Bending down she removed a set of keys, "Question is, why a smaller pistol? You lookin' to woo some sort of dame? What is she, some city slicker who thinks guns are a cool shelf ornament? An interesting conversation topic?"

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Knaves Giuliani
Knaves turned around with a slightly unamused look, not that he was offended, more bored with her wild accusations. "You know me Devon, when have I ever been interested in wooing dames?" he asked her as he swung a baseball bat around. He had become extremely proficient in the art of killing and swinging a baseball bat around. "No, the smaller gun is for someone else, someone important." He then turned to Darren, "You know that tonight is a very dangerous and important night Darren. There will be parties, riots, shootings. A veritable cacophony of crime. I'm ready if you are to take a look and make a deal." he told him in a rather flat tone.

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Darren Donati
Darren snorted and pantomimed to Devon first time for everything as Knaves swung the bat around. He nodded solemnly when Knaves mentioned the tonight, today. And probably for the next several days. "I'm well aware of the repercussions of what today will bring," he gave a wolfish grin, "And I quite aim to make a profit off of it. I am, after all, in the business of making money, Knaves." He commented dryly. "First one here gets first pick of the litter, and that so happens to be you," Darren nodded before looking at Devon, asking her if she would accompany them downstairs or if the shop should be looked after by their guard dog duo.

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Devon Donati
Devon laughed, "Then let us head on down to the weapons room. I think Knaves will enjoy it." She gave a whistle and their two belgian malinois entered the room. They ran to stand in front of Devon, looking up with with intelligent eyes, "Ammit, Annubis, vakt." at the Swedish word for 'guard' the canines rotated and lopped to the front entrance. There sat two pads where the malinois laid, eyes on the door.

That done Devon turned and returned her smile to Knaves, "You ready to look at what we have?"

Knaves Giuliani
Knaves saw Darren pantomiming him out of the corner of his eye and he ignored him. "Well then Darren if you know what is coming tonight than this quote by the great author Goethe should appeal to you. 'Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.'" he paused for a moment to put away the baseball bat, a bit too light for his tastes. "Alright Devon. It's your show, dazzle me." Knaves told her as he watched the two guard dogs enter the room.

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Devon Donati
Devon twirled the keys on her forefinger, "Then come along." She turned, patted Darren's shoulder as she passed, and lead the way down to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs Devon stopped at a door. She inserted one of the keys into the deadbolt, but before she turned it she put in a series of six numbers in the pin pad on her right. They way she and Darren developed this place, the only way the door would open was to have the pad unlock first before the key would turn. Once that was done she opened the door and stepped through, knowing the boys would follow. Inside was the standard room full of hunting rifles and legal hand guns, but Devon placed her palm to the pad against the wall on her left.

At her handprint the walls to the room began shifting, the walls rotating to show displays of the illegally attained guns. Quite a few of the guns were only legally available through the military while a handful of them were styles that even the military didn't own.

Devon turned to Knaves, "Touch at your own risk. Break anything, set anything off, or smudge anything and you buy it."

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Darren Donati
Eyes on the bat that Knaves was swinging about, Darren laughed. "And why would that quote interest me? I'm interested in the bottom line, it's why Devon and I don't pick sides and we sell to anyone with cash." He made an annoyed face, "Poetry has always been lost on me." he rolled his eyes before following behind Knaves to head down into the basement where the guns were kept. He kept quiet, watching the proceedings.

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Knaves Giuliani
"Because change is constant. No matter what we do, we change and we adapt. Sooner or later you two will have to pick sides because things are about to get very ugly." Knaves told him. Knaves really didn't like Darren, he was a very pompous sort of man that just rubbed him the wrong way. Knaves looked around the room as he was led into the fun room. So many styles of guns it was almost orgasmic. He stood back and took a look at what he needed not what he wanted. "Alright get me four cases of .45 ammo to start this shindig off." he told Darren as he began to peruse the rest of the guns. "When did you guys get MP5s in?" he asked as he walked over and examined the shiny black gun. "Alright give me one of those and at least four or five cases of ammunition for that and one of those smaller sigs for conceal and carry purposes." he told them as he stepped back and let them touch it, if they fucked it up it wasn't on him.

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(Just wanted to point out the M1911 uses .45 caliber bullets...which is usually less than $20. Just realized that Darren had said that the ammo would be expensive so unless they hand them to him in bulk (like 200-300 per case) that statement doesn't make sense considering you could go to any store and pick that up.)

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Darren Donati
Darren smiled, even if he didn't particularly like Knaves - the man knew his way around guns. Had a truly fine eye for them. He mentally took a note of what Knaves was interested in and nodded. He gave a large grin and said, "Got those beauties in a few days ago." Darren nodded to Devon to grab the weapons, he appreciated that Knaves took her warning to heart. "Fine eye you have, anything else you're interested in?"

(@ King of the Klondike - yes, but as a business man Darren knows about supply and demand. I'm not as familiar with gun and ammo prices as you seem to be however, so I appreciate t he knowledge.)

Asher Serafino
Asher was still pretty torn up about losing his father, so instead of going out to be with his family like he should in the house they all grew up in, he stayed cooped up inside of his apartment. He'd made the decision to keep his cell phone off, just to have some alone time, and had since resorted to drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. He was mourning - sue the poor guy.


Nathaniel Giuliani
Nathaniel sat at the table inside the bar, laughing heartily along with a few people he had acquainted himself with - people who were visiting from out of state and didn't know who he was. It was nice being able to hang out with the civilians who didn't know your family history - it was almost calming, actually. He took a swig from his beer bottle and sat back in his seat, eyeing the door every few minutes to make sure no one ran up on him, though he doubted someone would be so stupid.


Jason Matthews
Though the death of Don Carmine was supposed to make the department rejoice, it had quite the opposite affect. Everyone suspected that the two families would be more at each others throats than before, so it only made things worse. There were talks about setting a curfew in the city in order to keep the civilians safe, but they weren't sure if that'd really help them more than hurt them by having them living in constant fear. Jason flipped through the Serafino's file once more, boot clad feet kicked up on her desk as she pulled out a document, scanning it over before placing it back in and looking at another.


Finn Harper
Finn wiped down the counter, glancing up momentarily as one of the table's erupted in laughter. She caught sight of one of the Giuliani's and returned to her work, not wanting to make eye contact with the man. After hearing the news of Don Carmine's death on almost every local news station, Finn didn't know what to expect. Of course there were people she knew who were relieved because they thought all of the mob shit was over, but Finn knew better than that. This only made things worse.

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Devon Donati
As the men talked Devon began removing the guns that Knaves had pointed out. Each gun had a special case that fit it perfectly and kept it protective. The cases were of a simple design that looked like business cases, something a lawyer would carry around. Once she was done she turned to Knaves and Darren, putting the ammunition into its own bag, "Would you like anything else?"

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Felix Serafino
Felix sat in his father's arm chair surrounded by his uncles and cousins. The whole day he'd felt distant from everyone, especially his family. This was all his now. Their beloved city, Fiametta, was his to control, and everytime someone reminded him of it he had to repress a panic attack. Now was not the time to be seen as weak. He was hoping that maybe he could sneak out and get drunk somewhere, but fat chance of that happening.


Maggie Serafino
Maggie watched her family from the corner of the living room, a beer bottle was being held loosely in her hands, she brought it up to her lips and took a large gulp. Her brother Asher wasn't here but lucky for him no one had noticed. Their eyes were all on Felix. Her grip on the bottle tightened as she checked her cell for any calls or texts. Still nothing. Her jaw clenched as she stepped outside for a quick cigarette break.

Nikolai Serafino
Nikolai finally admitted defeat. He couldn't figure out a way to solve this case now and it wasn't keeping his mind off his family's loss. With a sigh he grabbed his suit jacket, shrugged it on, and left his office. His place was to be with his family at this time of need anyway. So he made his way to the main house. Luckily his office wasn't too far from the home and it didn't take him long. Walking up to the main door he nodded to Maggie, "Hey, how's everyone inside?"

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Maggie Serafino

Maggie stood outside with a watchful eye on her neighborhood. If she even caught a whiff of Giuliani she'd go crazy. This was mourning time for her family and if they dared step foot on their territory she'd take them down. She caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner of her eye and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone that wasn't all teary eyed. She took a drag of her cigarette and nodded at Nikolai.

"Everyone's crying." Maggie blew the smoke out and shrugged, "They're all crying, drinking, and eating pasta." She looked over at him and tilted her head, "You can go in if you want, I just needed a break."