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rainbowfic2012-10-04 06:49 pm
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Eton Blue 18
Author: geena
Color: Eton Blue 18. theater
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (Some of the negotiations aren't so much negotiations as a show.), chalk, and glue.
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 984
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Show Must Go On.
Summary: With a big arms deal coming up, the Corlionis do their best to prepare in every aspect.
Notes: This takes place in 2016.
***
"I swear," Torey mutters as the last stragglers stroll in nearly five minutes late, "you people do this shit just to piss me off. What part of 'meeting at two' is so difficult to understand?" Waving off the flood of excuses, he gestures at the table. "Yeah, yeah, just sit down so we can get started." He pauses as they settle in. "All right, listen everyone. We've got that arms deal with the Russians coming up. These are not Natasha's people, okay, this is an entirely new crew. We're basically going in blind. We don't have the history, the trust, or the experience that we're used to." He glances around the table, letting that sink in. "But there is one thing that we do have. Gino?"
There's a shuffling of bodies for a moment before Gino is standing in front of the table, scuffing his shoes against the carpet. "All right. Uh, so, I've talked to a few mutual contacts and most of us have had some interaction with them. So I've figured out a plan that should work pretty--"
"Oh, fuck you," David interjects. "Who put this fucking idiot in charge? Like hell am I taking orders from this dipshit."
"David," Nicoletta smoothly replies, "shut the fuck up."
Gino reddens, staring down at his notes. "Uh, right. Anyway, like I've said, we've had some contact with them and I've talked with some other people. A basic rundown on the top guys-- Isaak is the head boss. Now they run a small operation, but Isaak likes to think he's on our level. Pop will meet with him for a few lunches or something, make a show of our power while extending a friendly hand, that sort of thing. Make the guy feel good, work on his ego. Torey'll go with, only he's gonna focus on Isaak's two lieutenants , Daniil and Nika. Word is that these two resent Isaak and don't think he has the right or the skills to lead. Now, Isaak treats them like dogs, so I thought Tore could play the long-suffering, dumped-on capo. Get on their good side."
Torey grins, nodding. "Got it. Pop doesn't appreciate all the hard work I do around here, baww more, etc."
Gino minutely relaxes. "Exactly." Flipping through the papers in his hand, he continues, "Most of the middle men should be easy enough to sway. Some of them, it's as simple as showing off-- take them out to a decent dinner in a nice car, let them spend some time with our girls, shit like that. Johnny and David can take care of that."
"Fuck that. I'm not working with the fa--"
"Finish that sentence," Johnny hisses, jaw clenched, "and I'll punch out every last one a your teeth. Again."
"David," Augusto warns, shooting him a dark look. After a beat, he gestures. "Go on, Gino."
"Okay. So, uh, you two take care of the middle guys. Those that can't be bought with the Charger and some wine can definitely be intimidated . Just go with your gut."
Johnny gives an almost feral grin. "My pleasure."
"The biggest obstacle is Isaak's son, Timofei. For some reason, he listens to the kid," Gino tells them, holding out a candid photo. "Terminal screw up, so the dependence on his son causes a lot of tension. If we get Timofei on our side, half the work is done." He snorts. "Luckily, we know his weakness-- he's a known adulterer, seen with a new girl every week."
"On it." Nicoletta smirks.
"Uh," Gino shifts, awkward and uneasy. "Actually, he seems to like brunettes. And guns. He really likes guns, it's kinda fucked up."
Isabella laughs. "So, shoulder holster, sleeveless blouse, top three buttons undone? Aw, don't look so put out, Nic."
"Hey," she mutters, "there's no accounting for taste."
"Don't worry, you'll be talking to Sergei." Gino digs through his papers, handing over a spreadsheet. "He's their weapons guy. Deals in the arms, but he's big on blades, personally. If you really know your stuff, if you impress him, you'll get his respect. Having his approval gets us that much closer." He taps the spreadsheet, adding, "This is everything from his latest shipment."
Nicoletta hums, ignoring David as he reads over her shoulder. "Yeah, I can work with this. I'll set up a meeting."
"Wait," Vito pipes up, "if she's with the weapons guy--"
"We need more," Gino admits. "Viktor is our biggest opposition. He's a mid-level member, working on the drug crew, but he has some pull with Isaak. I think he's a cousin or something. He doesn't like the idea of working with us, going outside Russia and their usual New York contacts." Gino grins, leaning in. "But if, say, a few drug shipments of his were to go a little light..."
Vito brightens. "Yeah, I see. I slip in, I lift a few ounces, I get out. When do they receive?"
"In New York, it's every other Thursday. Out in Manhattan. We've got a few guys willing to tell us more."
"They won't have a clue what hit 'em."
Gino glances around the table. "Well... that's it. That's the plan."
"Oddly impressive," comes a drawl. "Especially considering the source. Machiavellian, even. Except for one point." Leo narrows his eyes, setting his pen aside. "What am I doing?"
Looking away, Gino mumbles, "Oh, uh. Um, I thought you might, uh, kinda sit this one out."
"What--"
"Excellent idea to me," Torey cuts in, to murmurs of assent around the table. Gino sighs, clearly relieved.
"Well," Augusto says after a few moments. "I think we can all agree that Gino's certainly taken this far. This is some great work, real preparation." Gino flushes, muttering to himself. Taking a second to look around at everyone, Augusto adds, "That's all. Let's get to it."
As the meeting breaks up, noises of scraping chairs and side conversations filling the room, Gino beams.
***
geenaColor: Eton Blue 18. theater
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (Some of the negotiations aren't so much negotiations as a show.), chalk, and glue.
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 984
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Show Must Go On.
Summary: With a big arms deal coming up, the Corlionis do their best to prepare in every aspect.
Notes: This takes place in 2016.
***
"I swear," Torey mutters as the last stragglers stroll in nearly five minutes late, "you people do this shit just to piss me off. What part of 'meeting at two' is so difficult to understand?" Waving off the flood of excuses, he gestures at the table. "Yeah, yeah, just sit down so we can get started." He pauses as they settle in. "All right, listen everyone. We've got that arms deal with the Russians coming up. These are not Natasha's people, okay, this is an entirely new crew. We're basically going in blind. We don't have the history, the trust, or the experience that we're used to." He glances around the table, letting that sink in. "But there is one thing that we do have. Gino?"
There's a shuffling of bodies for a moment before Gino is standing in front of the table, scuffing his shoes against the carpet. "All right. Uh, so, I've talked to a few mutual contacts and most of us have had some interaction with them. So I've figured out a plan that should work pretty--"
"Oh, fuck you," David interjects. "Who put this fucking idiot in charge? Like hell am I taking orders from this dipshit."
"David," Nicoletta smoothly replies, "shut the fuck up."
Gino reddens, staring down at his notes. "Uh, right. Anyway, like I've said, we've had some contact with them and I've talked with some other people. A basic rundown on the top guys-- Isaak is the head boss. Now they run a small operation, but Isaak likes to think he's on our level. Pop will meet with him for a few lunches or something, make a show of our power while extending a friendly hand, that sort of thing. Make the guy feel good, work on his ego. Torey'll go with, only he's gonna focus on Isaak's two lieutenants , Daniil and Nika. Word is that these two resent Isaak and don't think he has the right or the skills to lead. Now, Isaak treats them like dogs, so I thought Tore could play the long-suffering, dumped-on capo. Get on their good side."
Torey grins, nodding. "Got it. Pop doesn't appreciate all the hard work I do around here, baww more, etc."
Gino minutely relaxes. "Exactly." Flipping through the papers in his hand, he continues, "Most of the middle men should be easy enough to sway. Some of them, it's as simple as showing off-- take them out to a decent dinner in a nice car, let them spend some time with our girls, shit like that. Johnny and David can take care of that."
"Fuck that. I'm not working with the fa--"
"Finish that sentence," Johnny hisses, jaw clenched, "and I'll punch out every last one a your teeth. Again."
"David," Augusto warns, shooting him a dark look. After a beat, he gestures. "Go on, Gino."
"Okay. So, uh, you two take care of the middle guys. Those that can't be bought with the Charger and some wine can definitely be intimidated . Just go with your gut."
Johnny gives an almost feral grin. "My pleasure."
"The biggest obstacle is Isaak's son, Timofei. For some reason, he listens to the kid," Gino tells them, holding out a candid photo. "Terminal screw up, so the dependence on his son causes a lot of tension. If we get Timofei on our side, half the work is done." He snorts. "Luckily, we know his weakness-- he's a known adulterer, seen with a new girl every week."
"On it." Nicoletta smirks.
"Uh," Gino shifts, awkward and uneasy. "Actually, he seems to like brunettes. And guns. He really likes guns, it's kinda fucked up."
Isabella laughs. "So, shoulder holster, sleeveless blouse, top three buttons undone? Aw, don't look so put out, Nic."
"Hey," she mutters, "there's no accounting for taste."
"Don't worry, you'll be talking to Sergei." Gino digs through his papers, handing over a spreadsheet. "He's their weapons guy. Deals in the arms, but he's big on blades, personally. If you really know your stuff, if you impress him, you'll get his respect. Having his approval gets us that much closer." He taps the spreadsheet, adding, "This is everything from his latest shipment."
Nicoletta hums, ignoring David as he reads over her shoulder. "Yeah, I can work with this. I'll set up a meeting."
"Wait," Vito pipes up, "if she's with the weapons guy--"
"We need more," Gino admits. "Viktor is our biggest opposition. He's a mid-level member, working on the drug crew, but he has some pull with Isaak. I think he's a cousin or something. He doesn't like the idea of working with us, going outside Russia and their usual New York contacts." Gino grins, leaning in. "But if, say, a few drug shipments of his were to go a little light..."
Vito brightens. "Yeah, I see. I slip in, I lift a few ounces, I get out. When do they receive?"
"In New York, it's every other Thursday. Out in Manhattan. We've got a few guys willing to tell us more."
"They won't have a clue what hit 'em."
Gino glances around the table. "Well... that's it. That's the plan."
"Oddly impressive," comes a drawl. "Especially considering the source. Machiavellian, even. Except for one point." Leo narrows his eyes, setting his pen aside. "What am I doing?"
Looking away, Gino mumbles, "Oh, uh. Um, I thought you might, uh, kinda sit this one out."
"What--"
"Excellent idea to me," Torey cuts in, to murmurs of assent around the table. Gino sighs, clearly relieved.
"Well," Augusto says after a few moments. "I think we can all agree that Gino's certainly taken this far. This is some great work, real preparation." Gino flushes, muttering to himself. Taking a second to look around at everyone, Augusto adds, "That's all. Let's get to it."
As the meeting breaks up, noises of scraping chairs and side conversations filling the room, Gino beams.
***
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Awesome job.
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Thanks.
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loool at Leo having to sit this one out, too.
Good job!
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Gino is kind of my bb, so the fact that he gets to gloriously shine has me so happy.
Thanks!
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I really liked the interplay between the family as the tasks were parceled out, and how distinct all of their voices were.
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I'm glad that came through. Thanks!
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Can I cuddle Gino? Seriously, I just want to hug him and pet his hair. Fabulous job.
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Gino is amaaaaaazing. And, actually, would probably love you forever and let you hug him and pet him.
Thank you!
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HURRAY GINO. *cuddles him forever*
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"you people do this shit just to piss me off. What part of 'meeting at two' is so difficult to understand?"
"Got it. Pop doesn't appreciate all the hard work I do around here, baww more, etc."
(TOREY MAKES OLD MEMES NEW AGAIN)
"Finish that sentence," Johnny hisses, jaw clenched, "and I'll punch out every last one a your teeth. Again."
"Actually, he seems to like brunettes. And guns. He really likes guns, it's kinda fucked up."
THIS IS SO ADORABLE. I mean, it's a bunch of gangsters who are all related talking about an arms deal, but it's still adorable. And Leo at the end- PUNCHLINE.
Yes. Just. Yes. This.
Thank you!