Dante’s Action Hero Mafia / Day 1
Tuesday - 7:12 AM
Lying in bed in the early morning hours, John McClane reached out from under the sheets to answer his phone that had jarred him awake. He fumbled his hand on the nightstand, knocking the ash tray on to the floor, then his hand found the phone and he brought it to his head still covered by the sheet.
“McClane here,” he mumbled.
“John, we need you at the precinct now,” answered his boss, Inspector Walter Cobb.
John sat up slowly, grimacing as his back popped and cracked. He felt old and tired, but mostly tired.
“I’m not on duty for another 2 hours, Walt,” he replied back still covered in the bed.
“Trust me, John, we need you here now. You got a package delivered here and it’s from an old friend.”
“An old friend?” **John **asked. “Shit man, you woke me up to come pick up some more Twinkies from Sgt. Powell? Jesus, you know he sends me some every month. It’s his thing, ya know. He likes –“
“Its not from Powell, John,” Cobb said harshly, cutting John off. “It’s a tape. An audio tape, from Hans Gruber. “
John tensed up, yanking the sheet off his head as he sat up completely. “Yeah? What’s Hans have to say? Does he miss me?” He chuckled slightly.
“Well, you may get to speak to him sooner than we’d hoped, John. Besides sending you this tape, we also got word that he was released from prison earlier this morning. Some bullshit legal loophole that his brother Simon found a way to exploit.”
“Son of a bitch…” John said softly as he sat stunned on the edge of his bed.
“Yeah, I’m sure Momma Gruber wasn’t all that kind of a woman either judging by her boys. Just get your ass down here now!”
John ended the call, threw on some clothes, grabbed his things and was out the door in minutes.
On the other side of town, Hans Gruber sat at a desk in an abandoned apartment building his brother Simon had set up to be there main base of operations. He was somewhat disappointed that Simon couldn’t be with him for this particular operation, but he knew that pulling the strings to get him out of prison and setting up this building for him was already taking as much of a risk as he could afford. Simon had assured him that he would be in touch after he had finished some his own personal endeavours back home.
He sat back in the chair and put his feet up on the desk just as his associate Karl walked in the door of what at one time had been the apartment managers main office.
“Just got word from Theo,” said Karl.
“Yes?” Hans replied with a small smile.
“The tape was delivered to McClane’s precinct 10 minutes ago. When do you want to make the call?”
Hans smiled as he spun his chair around and looked out the window towards the buildings and businesses of downtown New York.
“We’ll give him a few minutes to get there,” he answered, “then we’ll call.”
John McClane exited the taxi cab out side his precinct and started up the stairs just as a blaring truck horn went off behind him. He turned to see a man in a sunglasses and a trucker’s cap leaning out his truck cab yelling at the taxi driver as it pulled away from the curb cutting him off.
“Christ man, what the Hell?!” screamed the truck driver as the cabbie honked his own horn back and flipped him the middle finger.
John watched as the truck lumbered it’s way down the street. He saw the logo of The Pork Chop Express emblazoned on the driver’s door. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he made his way back up the steps.
“God, I do love this city.”
Walter Cobb was waiting in his office when McClane came in and sat down sipping a cup of coffee, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers.
“Breakfast of champions, John?”
McClane took a final drag off of his cigarette and snubbed it out. He blew the smoke out and rubbed his hand over his head, still tring to wake up.
“So Hans got a ‘get out of jail free’ card, huh,” he replied back, ignoring Cobb’s sarcasm. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
Cobb pressed play on the small tape player and a fainting hissing was heard then the unmistakable voice of Hans Gruber came though.
“Good afternoon, McClane. I just wanted to send this recording along as a small preview to you and your friends in law enforcement. My heist job at Nakatomi did not go according to plan, thanks to you, and because of that, I’ve decided to pay you a little visit. Talk to you soon.”
The tape faintly hissed a few seconds more and then Cobb stopped the player.
“He sounded cheery, don’t ya think?” McClane said.
Before Cobb could reply, his desk phone rang. He looked at John and pushed the hand set towards him.
“I imagine it’s for you,” Cobb said with a slight tenseness in his voice.
John smirked and grabbed the receiver and put it to his ear.
“This is Detective McClane,” he said.
“John McClane. So good to hear your voice,” said** Hans** on the other end of the line.
“Hans! Did you miss me so much you had to have your brother get you out? Wow, I can feel the love from here,” replied John.
“Miss you? Maybe not so much in the way that you would have hoped, McClane. You put my plans of great fortune on hold, so now I’m afraid I must exact some kind of revenge upon you. I think it’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“A little payback, huh? Sure why not. Could be fun,” McClane answered as he rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee again.
Hans laughed slightly and said, “I feel it’s a bit of poetic justice, really. You interfered in my plans for my future, so now I will disrupt yours. I will be the ‘fly in the ointment. The monkey in the wrench’ as you put it to me back then.”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance, Hans.”
“Well it’s unfortunate for you that your friends in the FBI stopped you. Unfortunate for you, yes, but very fortunate for me.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I will be in touch again later. Take care McClane,” Hans said, ending the call.
McClane hung up the receiver and asked, “I don’t suppose we got a trace, did we?”
One of Cobb’s other officers turned from his desk with the call tracing system. He frowned at them both.
“Sorry, we do know he’s in town, but he ended it before we could get an exact location.”
“Well John, looks like we get to play detective,” Cobb began. “You know Gruber best. Where do you wanna start?”
McClane sighed and rubbed his forehead as he leaned back in his chair.
“Let’s start with some stronger coffee,” he answered.
It is now Day 1. It will end at 1230 pm EST on Friday. To secure a lynch, 6 or more votes for one player must be reached. Standard majority rules. Your players are :
- WF Tomba
- Mosier
- Sario
- HookerChemical
- Sangfroid
- Mahaloth
- Astral Rejection
- Suburban Plankton
- Plumpudding
- Prof. Pepperwinkle
Play on, players!!
