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| Big Rig | Dec 29 2007, 08:32 PM Post #1 |
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You gotta love the holidays. Even if you are working the bosses tend to let you go early to be home with your family. This could be said even for the sVo. This Friday evening the sVo wing has been shut down early and everyone sent home to be with their families, or if one had no family they had simply migrated to the casino to spend their hard earned cash. This is where Svend the security guard was spending his along with a little extra bonus. A lone figure made his way through the abandoned hallways of the sVo administrative wing of Goodfella’s. Running his hands along the walls Johnny All-Star stopped at the door marked as Jimmy Moretti’s office. He smiled a knowing smile as he reached into his pocket pulling out a single key. He kisses the key before sliding it into the lock turning it to the right listening for the slight click. ”Thank you Svend.” Johnny sticks a hand inside the door flicking a switch which floods light into the dark hallway. All-Star slides into the room shutting the door once again extinguishing any light in the hallway. ”Ohhhh the inner sanctum of Jimmy Moretti.” All-Star glanced around at the heavily furnished exquisitely decorated office of the sVo co-owner. Various pictures of Moretti with various movie and sports stars that have passed through Goodfella’s hung on the walls. Johnny takes his time walking around the room looking at the pictures. In every one of the pictures Moretti had a shit eating grin on his face while the celebrities looked like they had better places to be. ”What a pompous ass. Its like he doesn’t even know better.” He takes a couple more minutes to look around before he stands in front of the large oak desk and plants his hands on his hips. ”Now onto what I came here for. There’s gotta be something with that pricks DNA on it, something to prove that he’s not my Father. I think I’d kill myself if that were the case.” Aha. All-Star slowly walks around the desk. Pushing the chair out he leisurely takes a seat in the bosses chair. Scanning the desk he flips open the ornate cigar box pulling out a cigar, running it under his nose he takes a long whiff of the cigar before lighting it. ”Good choice Jimmy” Johnny exhaled blowing smoke rings into the air as he kicked his feet up onto the bosses desk. All-Star kicked back as he looked around the office, his eyes narrowed as he focused in on a filing cabinet. ”That’s odd, now why would Jimmy Moretti have personnel files in his office. Worth a look I think. Could have some info on this Storyteller I’m supposed to be fighting this week.” All-Star got up from the chair and walked towards the filing cabinet, with the cigar between his lips he did the best Jimmy Moretti impersonation he could muster. ”S. Storyteller. Here we go.” Johnny tucked the file under his arm as he made his way back to the bosses desk. He plops the folder down open onto the desk as he once again sits in the bosses chair. ”Now, lets see here. Michael Morgan. Umm hmm. Bangor Mental Institution, great just what the sVo needs another Looney tune. Blah blah blah, wife cheated on him. Now this is interesting, only answers to Storyteller. Could be useful.” All-Star flips the file closed as he once again kicks his feet up onto the desk. He leans forward picking up a picture. As he leans back he blows more smoke rings into the air. ”Ahhh Jimmy Moretti and son isn’t that nice. Kid must’ve had everything he wanted. Never had to work for a thing a day in his life, had everything handed to him. That must’ve been nice.” Johnny takes one last drag off of the cigar blowing one last set of smoke rings into the air. He leans forward putting the picture back in its place. He then snuffs out the cigar in the ashtray as he picks up the snuffed out cigar that sits there shoving it into his pocket. ”And that’s that.” He trudges back over and replaces the Storytellers personnel file. Before leaving All-Star saunters back over to the bosses desk, flipping open the rolodex he spins it. ”P. Here we go.” Johnny pulls out a notepad and frantically scribbles down a number before flipping the rolodex closed. The light from the office floods the darkened hallways as All-Star pushes the door open. As he steps out into the hallway he flips the switch. Fade to Black |
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