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Bianchi ([personal profile] deadlydelicacy) wrote2011-04-19 08:46 pm
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☆BACKLOG☆ - Reborn and Bianchi history

Who: Reborn and Bianchi
What: Their first real mission together
When: Two years before the start of the game. ☆BACKLOG☆
Where: A place a lot like New York

To say Bianchi was nervous would be an understatement. It did not help that she'd been paired with Reborn for this mission and was still trying to decide if it was a test or someone just didn't think she could handle it on her own. None of that was making things easier. And she was pretty sure Reborn remembered her little obsession with him from when she was twelve. Her eyes darted sideways for a moment, the dark fedora hard to see but the orange band blazing even in the dim light. There was no way she'd let on she was on edge. Reborn wouldn't treat her differently and she didn't want someone she had great respect for to think any less of her. It was her job to prove herself regardless of what this evening was about.

Both their heels clicked on the sidewalk as they moved toward the building their target was supposedly inside. The expensive black Ferragamo shoes Reborn wore had a hollower sound from the wider heel. And Bianchi's made that higher pitched, focused sound of a three inch stiletto. Her arm was curled lightly at his elbow and they certainly made a fine looking couple as they approached the gallery, the lights from the building throwing the shadows crossways to those cast by the streetlights outside. The cars passing by threw their own shadows making light dance around dizzyingly. As they grew closer, the bouncer at the door was visible. The show was invitation only but of course they didn't forget that detail, Reborn had the invitation in his jacket, Bianchi's clutch was obviously too small to carry it without having to fold the fine paper. Her eyes lifted up the tower of the building and she took note of the windows that were lit. Then let her gaze fall back to the building looking for other exits. "Looks like quite the party." She murmured, voice lazy more because of effort on her part than any real state of calm. Her hand was just a little tight against Reborn's elbow. Madonna it was like having your teacher by your side while you took the SATs.

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
He can tell that Bianchi is nervous - it practically radiated from her. But she seemed to be handling it well, the nervous energy she felt translating to something a little more vibrant, more vital, which would serve her very well tonight. It probably didn't feel that way though. He is just as casual in his reply to her polite comment. "I'm sure it will be a very eventful night." He handed the invitation (not forged - what would be the point, when such things were easily obtained to those with the right resources? And such an added concern would be both unwanted and inefficient.) over to the bouncer with every mannerism of someone used to being obeyed, who had absolutely no reason to believe that he would be denied entrance - and so it proved, as the bouncer took the invitation without even examining it closely, bending his head slightly in polite acknowledgement and an appreciative once-over for the figure Bianchi made in her dress and heels.

Once inside, the party is in full swing, the sounds of conversation, of glasses clinking and people mingling, in an almost overwhelming din. When they check in, there are a few non-standard security types, particularly considering that this was an art exhibition, eyes alert behind dark glasses, stances aggressive. It is clear they are searching not just for thieves, but also for any hidden weapons. Scratch that, Reborn thought sardonically, any unsanctioned hidden weapons, noting that their gazes shifted elsewhere despite the crowd checking in, recognizing one or two peripherals to their mark that he knew would definitely be carrying.

He helped Bianchi with her coat, handing it to the person manning the check-in, trusting that she would leave nothing incriminating inside should they have to leave in a hurry (briefly wondering if, in fact, she'd decided to "borrow" a coat for the night; but he didn't judge other professionals on their methods if it didn't affect him), abandoning their coats. But if everything went as planned, that wouldn't be necessary.

If everything went exactly as planned. He smiled inwardly. When did they ever.

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes were already moving around the room as the bouncer nodded them in, taking in men who were obviously security, exits, the door the servers were coming in and out of with champagne and finger food.

Bianchi never borrowed clothing. So the coat that was taken off was definitely hers. She smiled at Reborn as he handed the coat check girl the coat, and curled her arm around her clutch. Inside of which were two vials for use this evening. And two vials she always kept on hand. It was always so complicated to make sure the glass didn't break in her purse, she'd come up with a contraption much like a hard glasses case to hold them. It kept them from clinking together as well not that anything so small could be heard in a room so full of people.

Her fingers absently lifted to her hair, smoothing it back though it was still in perfect condition and she turned toward the general direction of their mark, starting to move like most people would mingle. Just a natural progression in that direction. She wasn't all that interested in the art but there were people here that were quite well known even to families back home. It would serve double purpose to mingle as they kept from drawing attention. "Any faces you recognize?" She asked Reborn lightly. She could see Tony "Knives" Berelli in the next room over. Best keep their distance from him, no need to start fights.

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, a few," he remarked off-handedly, noting her careful observation with approval at her caution and a bit of amused disappointment that she had let him notice at all. "I wonder if you've seen any of Angelo's artwork before," he continued, slightly louder, leading her in the opposite direction, towards another set of artworks. "His style isn't to everyone's taste - his strokes are just a bit rushed - but it would be impossible to deny the overall charm of this effect. I especially enjoy his skill for the play of light and shade in fabric draping..." It was apropos of nothing, save for the fact that they were completely surrounded in enemy territory, meant to be incognito, and that it was much too early in the evening for her to use her particular skill in fulfilling their mission while maintaining anonymity.

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
She allowed herself to be led away even if there was a mullish twist of the lips for being deterred. She could be a little impatient still. She'd found the less time she spent in an area the less likely everything would go to hell. But she trusted Reborn's intuition. So she looked obediently up at the artwork, eyes scanning over the piece, taking in a few things here and there. Artwork wasn't something she cared much about though she knew enough to get by. "A healthy use of red, interesting choice." She replied, "it makes the blue focal point stand out starkly." She tilted her head to the side a little, then glanced to her left and smiled at the gentleman there. "What do you think?" She asked him.

The man smiled back and tipped his hat. "I think I prefer his earlier works myself. The newer work is more frantic," He glanced at Reborn, "I find the rushed brush strokes unsettling."

Bianchi glanced back, "Are any of his earlier works on display? It would be interesting to see the difference."

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Reborn acknowledged the man's glance with a little nod and hidden smile. This was going to be a very interesting night.

They run into the man a few times that night, making a lazy circuit of the room and the art in it, politely mingling, but not overly familiar or effusive. Exactly the sort of persona that would not attract undue and unwanted attention, or linger long in memory. But it is still almost two hours later, when the wine and champagne have been circulating freely under the supervision of the attentive servers with silver trays, the conversations a little louder, a little less inhibited, that Reborn touches Bianchi's arm, nodding towards their mark.

"Method of delivery?" He asked softly, his voice all but inaudible, the expression on his face completely at odds. "I ask out of professional curiosity, you understand."

[identity profile] 2011-04-20 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianchi turned her head slightly at the touch and leaned closer to hear Reborn, then her eyes drift over to the target, chatting amiable with one of the artists. "Champagne I should think." She replied, noting the man was holding a long fluted glass. She picked up one from a server on the way by and sipped it to work toward draining it down to the mark's level. she'd managed to extract one of her vials during the rounds and tuck it neatly into her cleavage for easy access.

"Though really it might have been more fun if you figured it out as we went." She gave him an amused smile, more relaxed now that they'd been there a while.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I only know your abilities by reputation," he murmured, pleased at her newfound poise. "I never assume if I can help it." He likewise snags his own champagne flute, holding it up to the light as if to admire the color. "Shall I find us a seat?" He is asking how long she needs in order to finish making the switch, and how much time her concoction needs to take effect. And whether or not they should stay to follow through.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
She snorted softly. "Reputation indeed." Of course from her reputation it should have been easy to figure out what she planned to do. She gave him a brief look as he took champagne of his own. "That would be nice, I have an acquaintance to make." She touched his arm with a natural familiarity that made her appear to be a girlfriend or perhaps spouse which they'd been quite vague about all evening. Her gaze said she could handle it on her own but be ready to move if necessary.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't enjoy yourself too much," he said with a faint smile, and made his way across the room, still holding his champagne flute, as if his attention were on something else.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
She looked a little smugly at him leaving and then turned and gave the gentleman they'd be talking with earlier in the night a brief nod as they passed, moving toward the artist. She wove through people quite easily, her hand dipping into her cleavage as though pressing her dress closer to her body to move around a large man. And her thumb flicked the cork out of the vial as she smiled sweetly at one of the women who had been looking incredibly bored the whole evening.

Her hand passed above her own drink and it was almost impossible to see the liquid go into the glass though it made the champagne bubble a little more. Her hand flicked out and the vial landed in a nearby garbage can. And then she was stopping next to the artist and the target leaning in close enough to be heard as she waved her hand at her face in a fanning motion and gushed about meeting the real artist.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that was smoothly done. Reborn admires the figure Bianchi makes, graceful and girlishly effusive, getting close to the mark - who actually waves off his protective satellites - letting her talk to the artist while she pulls off her little sleight of hand...

But even so, his eyes track the room, and something is missing, or just slightly off enough to set off his instincts. He doesn't rush over, or do anything quite so obvious, but he does move into a position he'd scouted out before, reaching into his pocket for insurance.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Reborn's movement did not go unnoticed but she didn't even take a break in her conversation. She took her time, talking to both the artist and the target, laughing at a joke. She perked up as though she'd had a though and asked the artist something, then she fumbled with her bag, clearly having difficulty while holding the glass. She nearly dropped it but the target reached out quickly and looking embarrassed she blushed prettily at him, lips clearly forming a thank you. Her glass was handed off to him and she produced a small notebook and a pen, offering them to the artist and apparently spelling her name for him while he signed an autograph.

Bianchi took the notepad and pen back and read it then that pink returned to her cheeks and she patted his arm in soft reprimand showing the target what was written which earned a hearty laugh. The notepad disappeared back into her clutch. Leaning in she touched the target's arm, with another thank you and a smile that was far more adult than the earlier blushing. She plucked one of the drinks from his fingers with a wink, then excused herself with another thank you to the artist and a tinkling laugh as he made a motion like a telephone. She waved amiable and began moving back toward Reborn. The switch was complete.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Reborn shook his head, halting her from returning. With the slightest unnoticeable gesture, he motioned her towards the left of the room, far from the exit. He himself started walking nonchalantly but confidently towards the stairs leading to the upper gallery. Something else was going on here as his presence proved and he intended to find out exactly what it was.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi paused, following the direction Reborn wanted her to go with her eyes before setting her glass on a passing serving tray and turning in that direction, eyes scanning the room. She moved along an intersecting path with his, pausing when someone stopped to ask her a question and pointing off toward the restroom before continuing on.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Interesting show she put on, don't you think?" is the first thing he hears when Reborn finally reaches the upper gallery. What he finds in the shadows is the man they'd run into earlier, peering through the telescopic sight of the silenced rifle in his hand, not even bothering to turn around and face him. "I hadn't seen the Poison Scorpion in action before this. Her reputation is well-deserved."

"What is the interest of the Palmadessa Family in this matter, Marco?" He asked softly, ignoring the little sallies about Bianchi. "You know quite well what this will turn into."

"Oh yes," he says, the slightest touch of a bitter smile on his face. "We do." Reborn ducked a moment before Marco sent an expertly thrown knife spinning over his shoulder, cutting his fingers on the sharpened edges when he caught it barehanded. But he didn't fight back, and Marco didn't do anything further. The silence stretches out between them, the tension surprisingly light.

"The best of messengers," Marco continued, "can contrive to do several things at once. One message delivered to an associate, and an apology." Then he gestures to the gun, turning to look at Reborn for the first time since their run-ins down in the gallery proper. "And one more to go." The expression on his face is resigned. "I'd suggest-"

But Reborn is already gone, walking swiftly down the stairs. They needed to leave. Now.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi met Reborn at the bottom of the stairs and glanced up into the darkness and then back at him with a frown. "Problem?" She wondered aloud, eyes moving to men talking into headsets. On the plus side the mark seemed to be drinking his champagne. It would take five minutes for the effects to kick in. "Two exits in the back and the one we came in."

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Idiot," he said under his breath. "We're going to have to use another way. All three of them will be watched as soon as-" He doesn't blink, but he does go still, and then there is a clamor and commotion from the far side of the room. "I regret not being able to see the effects of your handiwork at their full potential," he said evenly, almost casually, a very real regret in his voice, but it is absolutely professional. "We'll have to stay it seems," he continued, as the screaming begins, "since our unsettled friend has cut off our routes by involving us in his little scheme." Beneath the near overwhelming noise, he detects the much quieter second bullet that Marco uses to complete his mission.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
The idiot, at first, seems directed at her but then when he goes still she stops all motion as well, turning her head only once the clamor starts. Her eyes moved back up the stairs because that was clearly a diversion. If that gunman killed her mark before her work took effect, she was going to hunt him down herself and take it out on his hide. She saw security guards rushing both in the direction of a fallen person and toward the exits. "Were there exits upstairs?" She asked him quietly, turning with false worry plastered across her face, lifting her arms to curl around his like a frightened woman ought to. Her mind was already working through options though and she touched the dagger in her hair that looked like flowers for a moment to be sure it was still there before settling her hand again. "There will be police. And questions. I very much dislike questions."

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Hardly," he replies in a reasoning sort of tone. "They'll ask more questions if we go upstairs." Marco was a thoroughgoing professional. "But, if they're looking for us..." He glanced at her, and took both her hands in his. "There are ways to avoid questioning." He looked the slightest bit rueful. "Just your luck that I joined you on this particular mission, isn't it?"

The sound of sirens is piercing, and far faster than should have been the case, but he had the feeling that local law enforcement had been watching this particular gathering, unofficially, so it was no wonder. But the sooner they came and went, the sooner they could finish this up, and the faster they could investigate exactly how and why an allied family had made such an idiotic move.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
She made an annoyed sound, when he cut off the idea right away. But he was probably right. Two people escaping upstairs right after a shooting? Might as well wear a beacon. She frowned and looked up at him when he took her hands trying to determine what he meant exactly. "It is always useful to have someone with experience when things go pear shaped." She agreed carefully, eyes on his hands.

The police were already here? Merda someone expected this.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Not quite like that," he murmured, but he led her forward, still holding her hands, his entire demeanor protective. There were already a few of the official law-enforcement personnel in the center of the room, asking questions in far too eager tones for people who supposedly had been dragged out late at night to investigate a party gone wrong.

Once they got within earshot, Reborn spoke, his voice strident and outraged, and completely unfamiliar. "I demand to know what the meaning of this is!"

The officer closest to them seemed to startle, glancing over at him with disapproval, the standard formulas at his lips, ready to detain the possible witness but Reborn wasn't finished. "Why weren't you officers here to protect us until after the shooting ended? Or do we not pay enough in taxes to deserve some measure of safety and protection?" He tightened his grip on Bianchi's hands. Around them, quite a few of the guests were echoing his sentiments.

Cooperation in the aftermath of a messy shooting was far more likely to raise suspicions. If someone had been all sweetness and light with the police...well, suspicion and paranoia were far more probable emotions in any case.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
He pulled her along by her hands and she followed trying not to look too confused. Which was difficult when he was pulling her toward the police. As soon as he spoke things fell into place and she leaned against him, working herself up to crocodile tears. She had to focus to keep her accent from coming out too obviously thick. "Honey, I'm scared! I don't understand what's going on!" She looked up at the police officered with wide, watering eyes as tears dripped down her cheeks then her eyes fell on the fallen man and they got impossibly wider and she let out a horrified sounding gasp then buried her face against Reborn's chest. "Dead!! He's dead!!" She exclaimed.

Well she always enjoyed putting on a good show. And if she could make the police officers uncomfortable while she was at it, even better.

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
He had to hide a pleased grin at that. Bianchi was turning out to be quite the accomplice. But he'd expected as much from her, given her childhood potential. He stroked her back soothingly. "Officers," he said, modulating his tone somewhat, though still with some underlying hostility that wasn't at all difficult to fake. "I'd appreciate it if you could speed your investigations-"

He noted the detachment coming down the stairs excitedly to report the presence of the obvious murder weapon - and the body. The officers gave him a once over and dismissed him - he could tell the exact moment when they were written off, particularly in light of all the other guests who were now clamoring to be freed or demanding to know what had happened. He wouldn't recall them now. He turned away slightly - and then he heard a gun cocked right by his ear.

"Of course," he muttered, in Italian, "you choose now to cause trouble, Antonio Barelli."

[identity profile] 2011-04-21 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
She still had her body pressed up against his, her tears dampening the lapel of his jacket when she heard the click of a safety being taken off a gun. Oh fucking hell. How many damn hitmen were at this party? She turned a little, eyes narrowed as she took in the features of their new problem. Out of his mind is what this idiot was. The police were three feet away. Any hitman worth his weight would have taken the shot and disappeared in the crowd but this clown was standing around with his gun hanging out. She sighed and smoothed Reborn's jacket, plucking her purse open and dabbing at her cheeks with a handkerchief, giving Reborn room and herself access to her vials one of which was palmed behind the cloth. "Really darling, your friends have the worst manners."
Edited 2011-04-21 22:50 (UTC)

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You saw him first, that makes him your friend," he countered, and nodded at her formally before he stepped back into the gun, his entire manner casual and utterly confident that he wouldn't shoot though his voice is soft to avoid drawing attention. He'd picked a good moment, he supposed, with the police distracted over the commotion and the reveal of a body and the murder weapon. "What happened to your signature, Tony?" He asked easily, as if merely politely curious. "This isn't exactly the best weapon for such close quarters..."

In a flash his hand comes up to the other hit man's wrist, immobilizing it and causing his fingers to slacken, his grip loose on the gun. Reborn twisted in the crowd, giving Bianchi room to observe and to take her own steps while he held Barelli's arm behind his back. "Drop it," he whispered in a voice of silken menace. "And tell me what you're doing here. Or," he tilted his head in Bianchi's direction, "I'm sure you recognize my lovely escort for the evening."

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Not even a silencer." She murmured in disapproval. She tilted her head a little watching Reborn do something that ended up with him holding Barelli's gun arm behind his back. It was quite impressive. She smiled slowly as Reborn used her as the threat. That was nice to hear. And she was even more flattered when Barelli's eyes locked on hers and color drained from his face. She lifted her chin a little, posture completely melting from the frightened woman to something far more confident, one hip cocked and one hand on it. "I don't believe we've formally met." She was certain the police were occupied and out of earshot before extending a hand. "Bianchi, though I suppose most people know me as Poison Scorpion." She looked at him, unable to take her hand and let out a low chuckle.

"I suppose some formalities have to be waived when you've been so careless, Antonio." Her hand fell back to her side and she waited patiently for the man to speak, taking two steps forward she lifted a hand to touch his cheek in an almost affectionate caress. "I do hope you suddenly find yourself mute. It means a little more fun for me."

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Reborn could feel his prisoner shiver as Bianchi touched him, the mixture of fear and unexpected excitement, but even so, he stayed still and silent, forcing his face to remain impassive even as Reborn shifted his grip on his twisted arm slightly (and painfully).

"I've always found it to be wisest to indulge a lady," he murmured in the other man's ear. "Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Barelli glared down at Bianchi mostly because he couldn't see Reborn. "I have nothing to say to you." He said in Italian.

Bianchi's fingers on his cheek drifted down his neck slowly. Luckily she was wearing heels because she could step close enough to whisper to him without anyone but Reborn overhearing. "Have you ever heard of Arsenic, Tony? I don't imagine you read much so perhaps I should tell you what it does." She turned her head so that her lips brushed his cheek as she spoke, her body pressing close to his. "Arsenic causes horrible stomach aches, Tony, burning pain in your throat like you've swallowed glass, then it makes you vomit, until there's nothing left in your stomach to vomit and even then you keep vomiting up all the digestive acid and then blood. And that's not the only blood you'll lose, Tony. Arsenic also gives you diarrhea, imagine for a moment what it would take to make you have bloody diarrhea. That could't be pleasant."

She curled a finger in his tie and leaned her head back until she could look at him. "And the best part, Tony, is that if I give you enough, you'll die just slowly enough for it to feel like eternal hell, but quickly enough that the autopsy will find only an inflamed stomach and possibly a trace of arsenic in the digestive tract." She smiled a predator's smile. "So what do you think Tony, are you thirsty or do you think you can talk without all the fun?"
Edited 2011-04-22 06:08 (UTC)

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
When Barelli stayed silent even so, Reborn shrugged. "I think he's shy. Let's go somewhere a little more intimate," he said softly, glancing at Bianchi. "It would be irrational to expect a good conversation in all this crowd." There are only a few police officers left in this room, the "informal security" having disappeared at that first sign of law enforcement. And Reborn could already see some of his already identified contacts, including the lawyers from the various assembled families, speaking with them, demanding that everyone be released. But it would take a while for such things to get put through to the proper channels, and they didn't have the time, if his suspicions were correct. The knife in his pocket felt heavy, demanding for him to examine it more closely.

"Do you have anything with you that isn't quite so final, Bianchi?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She released his tie and took a step back, the vial slipping down her dress front again, purse clutched at her side. She gave Reborn an unfathomable look that if he knew her well enough he would know was mild irritation. Because of course the vial wasn't actually arsenic. She had some but it was for emergencies. The one she'd been threatening Barelli with actually syrup of ipecac, it would make him vomit and probably terrifying him but it wouldn't kill him. She finally turned toward the back room where servers had been entering and exiting. "I have Vecuronium." Vecuronium would paralyze the man for a while, just under an hour. "And I have SP-117." The Soviet truth serum. Which had the added bonus of making the drinker forget the entire conversation later. "But I don't see any reason to go easy on a man willing to put a gun to your head.

[identity profile] 2011-04-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes it pays to be charitable to the imbecilic," he quipped. "If you use the vecuronium we can possibly get him to a more...suitable location. I'd rather not try the other here, considering the...delicacy of the information he might be able to give us. What do you think?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-23 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
She watched him quietly for a moment and the pulled her purse forward again, flipping open the case and pulling out the proper vial. "Open wide Antonio." She snapped the case shut and tucked her purse back under her arm, uncapping the vial. "You don't want me to get the dosage wrong now." Giving Reborn a nod she stepped in close and wrapped her fingers around Barelli's jaw, pressing hard like one might when force feeding a dog.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Reborn holds on to Barelli's body as the vecuronium takes effect, the neuromuscular blocking agent paralyzing him, causing him to lose his balance, expertly shifting his grip from restraint to support, until it looks as though he is trying to help the man. He let him slide to the floor, his expression seeming frantic, "Are you all right, sir?" His voice is completely uncharacteristic, and draws exactly the right kind of attention from their onlookers.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi's hand dropped down Barelli's arm to snatch the gun out of his hand and slip it into her purse before anyone noticed it. "Darling, why don't we take him to a back room. Perhaps he's had too much to drink." She glanced up at Reborn looking worried.

One of the other men stepped forward. "Two of us should be able to get him." He offered politely.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
He takes a look at the people approaching them, and seems to relax very slightly. "That sounds like a good idea, thank you for your help, Mr...?" His voice trails off with uncertainty, but his eyes are coolly calculating. He recognizes their volunteer.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Giaccone." The man replied smoothly, leaning down to help lift their fallen compatriot off the ground. Bianchi stepped back and watched him, one hand at her cheek as though still worried though her eyes cut to Reborn again. She couldn't just dose everyone with this stuff. Though she didn't personally recognize the man, Reborn's gaze had cooled off considerably. "Let me get the door for you gentlemen." She said primly, waiting for them to manage the fallen man between them. And he might be unable to control his skeletal muscles but his eyes and ears work just fine. She can see his worry with the little movement available to him.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
His demeanor changes entirely the moment the door is closed and locked, a small room tucked away that even the police would probably overlook. "Alessandro," he said coolly, referring to the man who'd helped them wrestle his attempted assassin into the room, "what is going on here." It is a question only in the most technical sense, as there is no hint of insecurity or confusion in his tone.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi leaves Alessandro to Reborn, dropping down next to their fallen friend and checking his pupil dilation, and his pulse before doing a quick sweep of him for more weapons. Yanking out one of his well known knives and smaller switchblade. She tsked at him as his eyes tracked her movement. "Don't look so resentful Tony. It's your own fault for being an idiot." She smiled down at him.

[identity profile] 2011-04-24 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Bianchi seemed to have things well in hand. He turned to the other hit man, who had been one of Marco's associates. Had been being the key phrase.

"Did Marco give it to you?" Alessandro asked, with no preamble. Reborn didn't look confused, but an instant later he had taken the knife from earlier out of his pocket.

"You mean this, I assume."

[identity profile] 2011-04-25 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes scanned the little room and she found an apron, moving to grab it she ripped it into strips and started tying Barelli up so she could get him talking. Her gaze went to Reborn and Alessandro as the knife came out, her hands worked without thought, all muscle memory as she secured her charge. "A knife?" She asked with a frown, securing each of Barelli's wrists to a metal pipeline, then tying his feet together.

Finally she sat back on her haunches and waited to find out what was so special about a knife that it had to be a message. Her eyes stayed mainly on Alessandro because she wasn't yet sure he wasn't a threat. The sounds from outside the room were somewhat chaotic. Police sirens, people talking and yelling. This whole thing seemed like a problem waiting to explode.

[identity profile] 2011-04-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"What's in the knife, actually," he replied absently, long fingers examining it carefully, turning it over and over, until he makes a twisting sort of motion and he withdraws a slip of paper from the now revealed to be hollow hilt. It is a small sheet, and it takes him very little time to finish reading it, but his expression is absolutely cold as he rips it deliberately into pieces and glares at Alessandro. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

The other man shrugged, looking from Reborn's expression to Bianchi, and then to Barelli, completely tied up and paralyzed; the only nervous part about his expression is in his eyes, but he meets Reborn's gaze steadily. "Because we let you know it was going on."

[identity profile] 2011-04-26 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi narrowed her eyes at Reborn's world, every alarm bell in her head clanging at once. She gazed back at Alessandro as his eyes moved to hers and then back up to Reborn, waiting for some sort of explanation, even while uncapping an antidote vial and dropping two drops on Barelli's tongue, just enough to get his mouth working. His muscles would remain weak.

[identity profile] 2011-04-26 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"They knew," he said to Bianchi shortly, the slightest tone of disgust in his voice, "and decided to capitalize on our oh-so-convenient presence to divert attention - " He breaks off and looks at Barelli, glaring murderously at them even as he regains the use of his tongue. "Keep him quiet for me, Bianchi," he requested politely, and turned his attention back to Alessandro. "So our mutual friend," he says the word with heavy irony, "doesn't realize that he's playing into your little game just yet."

[identity profile] 2011-04-27 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Knew about our job?" She repeated trying to clarify. Her eyes drifted to Alessandro and then she settles down so she's sitting across Barelli's thighs, her thumb running along his lower lip. "Oh he'll behave." She said with a slow smile. She doesn't quite understand what's going on yet. If the mutual friend is Barelli or this mysterious third party who knows they're there. Instead she focuses on Barelli, pulling one more vial out as she puts the antidote away. She shows him the vial and smiles sweetly, "Let's just listen for a moment, shall we?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-27 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded, eyes still fixed on Alessandro. "Yes, they knew that we would be called in for this job, and they've been waiting for quite a few years for an opportunity to...shall we say, consolidate some mutually held business interests?" He had the jargon down absolutely pat, the delicate language for something that was, quite simply, a hostile takeover. "But Marco owed me a little something, after all these years, and he and Alessandro have an...understanding." He glanced at Alessandro, who doesn't react with more than a slight slump of his shoulders. "So our target is dead twice over today, the two of us are set up to take the fall -"

Alessandro shrugged with a kind of desperate nonchalance. "Messy, I know," he said, with the slightest accent. "But we are not dealing with subtle people."

"- and our dear friend Tony here," Reborn continued, "would have been quite convenient if he'd managed to succeed in adding another layer of bafflement to the entire situation by offing me." A whimsical quirk of his mouth. "I wasn't exactly going to oblige."

[identity profile] 2011-04-27 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do hate being used by idiots." She muttered, "And I don't think I feel like taking a fall today." She was really starting to feel like Tony needed to die. Pro bono. Sometimes charity was very important.

"So does this kind explanation mean you know a way out?" She lifted her eyes to Alessandro, "or was this as far as the professional courtesy extends?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-28 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Alessandro smiled to match Bianchi's glance, but it seemed slightly pained even so. "I am...constrained somewhat by other obligations, much as I hate to disappoint a lady," he replied, his voice lilting and musical, with some kind of unfamiliar accent.

Reborn frowns briefly and then his smile turns sardonic. "Oh, so I'm supposed to use the precious little information you've managed to smuggle to us to complete our already compromised job without incident, extricate my employer from a territorial war he has absolutely no interest or stake in, and still manage tread carefully among the little factions building up here?"

He tilted his hat down slightly, hiding a brief smirk. "Well, so long as you're asking for the impossible."

[identity profile] 2011-04-28 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi looked down at Barelli. "Well we have a sacrificial lamb." She murmured, lifting a hand to trail her fingers through the man's hair in something bordering on a caress. "So if we need a distraction that much is covered." And if he died, well, these things happened.

Bianchi was not anywhere near Reborn's skill level with a gun, she might be more hindrance than help if it came down to a fire fight. The sirens had quieted, now the police were taking statements, so there would just be lights and a lot of people. Most of whom weren't even involved in the mafia. Leave it to assholes like this to involve civilians.

"What would you like to do, Reborn?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"First off, we need freedom of movement. I'll assume they were clean?" He asked Alessandro matter-of-factly, referring to the weapons that the police were sure to find in the room upstairs and on Marco's person upstairs.

"So was he," Alessandro nodded, confirming. Well, that was one small mercy at least, though he would have thought much the less of them if that hadn't been the case.

Outside the room, the police were still making their way through interviews with the witnesses, who no doubt gave suitably garbled renditions that possibly resembled the actual events very vaguely while the lawyers attempted to redeem their exorbitant fees by arguing for the release of any incidental (read: incompetent) mob members who had happened to be caught up in this investigation without managing to escape.

"What was Marco's back up?" He asked softly, glancing at his watch. "I know he didn't have only the one contingency in place." He nodded at Barelli's still, furious form.

"The building is insured quite heavily in case of fire - both accidental and arson," Alessandro replied.

"Oh, well, that's something, isn't it?"

[identity profile] 2011-04-29 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Bianchi was already pulling an extra vial of poison out and dumping half the contents on Barelli's jacket before she capped it again, wiped her fingerprints off with a kerchief and then curled his fingers around it. She smiled at him sweetly and she could see him realizing what was going to happen. "At least I'm not feeding it to you, yes?" And then she tucked it into his coat pocket and patted it. She leaned forward and began undoing his bindings.

"N... no." He groaned as his hand flopped to the floor.

She glanced up at Reborn as Barelli came completely free. "He's ready."

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