Trevor Clarke: *He walks into the bar. Then he rubs his head and ducks under the bar* ((LOL))

Ravyn: The scene: Rudy's, a mid-class bar in Queens. The lighting is good, the place crowded, as it always is. Bouncers at the door check ID, then let patrons in. The drinks are spendy, but stiff.

Ravyn: The crowd is relaxed, maybe a little rowdy at times, but nothing too bad. Italian ethnicity. The waitress looks a little harried, as it's another busy night, and it takes her a good fifteen minutes after she sees Trevor to get to him. "Hey, hon. What can I get ya?"

Trevor Clarke: *He looks around while he waits, seeing if he can spot En if he's downstairs*

Trevor Clarke: *He gives her his charming smile and names a drink that's expensive, but not too intoxicating. He'll need his wits about him* I was also wondering if you could deliver a message for me.

Ravyn: ((Per+Alertness))

Trevor Clarke: 3,2,8,8,

Ravyn: Trevor thinks he sees a guy who fits Enzio's description near the bar, talking to the bartender.

Ravyn: "What message, and for who?"

Trevor Clarke: Is that Enzio Miotti over there? *He gestures a little toward the guy who fits the description*

Ravyn: She doesn't even need to look...she just sighs a little. "Yeah, that'd be him."

Trevor Clarke: *He takes out one of his cards and a black pen, jotting down "Business opportunity." and his table number* Would you take this to him please? *offering it to her between two fingers*

Ravyn: She snatches the card from him, looking a little annoyed, and heads off. She heads to the bar, placing the order, and goes to En, handing the card off to him and talking quietly.

Trevor Clarke: *He simply watches Enzio, trying to get a feel for the man's mood and attitude so he'll know how to best handle him*

Trevor Clarke: ((Per+Emp?))

Ravyn: ((Go for it))

Trevor Clarke: 5,4,3,2,10,

Ravyn: He looks at the waitress, reads the card, then looks up briefly in Trevor's direction. Everything about the kid says "Cocky Punk." He leans forward, whispering in the waitress's ear as he puts his hand on her ass. She looks uncomfortable, but doesn't move away.

Trevor Clarke: *He smirks a little. Cocky punks usually think with their cocks. They're also usually the ones with the tiniest balls*

Trevor Clarke: ((BRB))

Ravyn: He finally lets her go, and gets up, walking toward Trevor's table.

Trevor Clarke: ((Back))

Trevor Clarke: *Trevor watches him approach, sipping his drink. He rises, offering his hand when Enzio gets close enough* Mr. Miotti. Pleased to meet you.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He takes the hand, smiling amicably enough at Trevor. "Call me En. Who are you?"

Trevor Clarke: Trevor Clarke. Care to join me for a drink?

Enzio "En" Miotti: He shrugs, and nods. "Sure, why not?" He's already got is drink, but he swings around the table, taking a seat opposite the man. "Angie'll have you drink right here. Ya chose a busy night."

Trevor Clarke: Thanks. *Taking his seat again, steepling his fingers* I'm going to get right to the point, En. The business opportunity I'm talking about is of...a fairly sensitive nature. I'd prefer not to talk about it out here, with so many possible ears to overhear.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He shrugs at that and nods. "All right. Let's go to the office, then. That cool with you?"

Trevor Clarke: That sounds fine. Can you have Angie bring my drink up?

Enzio "En" Miotti: He nods. "Sure thing." He snaps at the girl and points upstairs, to which she nods. He leads Trevor up the stairs, into the small office.

Trevor Clarke: *He glances around the corners of the ceiling as he enters the office, looking for cameras or microphones. Some of these organized-crime types are actually stupid enough to have those*

Enzio "En" Miotti: No cameras or mics, no. There is a security guy inside the office, though...big guy, rough-looking. En looks at Trevor. "You mind? Just to make sure, ya know."

Trevor Clarke: Not at all. *He shrugs* Can't be too careful. *He looks the security guy over* What's your name?

Enzio "En" Miotti: The security guy looks Trevor over, moving to pat him down. "Rick."

Enzio "En" Miotti: ((Anything to declare? *S*))

Trevor Clarke: *Trevor shrugs out of his overcoat and lays it over the back of a chair, then stands spread-eagled to be searched* Nice to meet you, Rick. I'm Trevor.

Trevor Clarke: Before you start, there's a small revolver in a shoulder holster. I carry it for self-defense. I'll let you get it out. *Keeping his arms out straight, non-threatening*

Enzio "En" Miotti: "Hi." He's thorough, a bit rough, perhaps, but not overly so.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He takes the revolver and hands it over to En, who sets it on the table.

Trevor Clarke: *He's gone through this before with the Valachi's, so it's nothing new. He lets it happen and refrains from making any woody jokes*

Enzio "En" Miotti: Once done, he steps back, nodding to En. En takes a seat behind the desk. "So, what kind of business proposal you got for me, Trevor?"

Trevor Clarke: *Trevor takes the seat he tossed his overcoat over, crossing his legs casually* I can give you inside information on the Valachi family. It's a little out-of-date, but enough of it should still be good to make it worth your while.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He frowns, looking at him. There's a hint of interest behind the frown, though, peeking through. "WHat do you know about the Valachis?"

Trevor Clarke: You know Michael Valachi?

Enzio "En" Miotti: He nods. "Yeah, I know him. What about him?"

Trevor Clarke: Back in September, he was brought up on pedophilia charges. He was eventually let off. *He steeples his fingers* I can have that decision reversed. I know who four other contacts in the ring were. With the right motivation, I can have that entire ring shut down and put away for life. With Michael jailed, the Valachi's would lose approximately one-tenth of their financial support base.

Enzio "En" Miotti: "I, ah...see." He leans back in his chair, putting is feet up on the table. "And how can you do all of this, might I ask?"

Trevor Clarke: *He smiles slightly* The creeps who run this ring are cowards. They'll do anything for a lighter sentence, including sell each other out. All you have to do is knock one over, and they'll fall like dominoes. *He takes a breath* I also know several of the dealers in the Valachis' drug and weapons operations. Begin taking them apart or buying them off, and the Valachis will lose even more. *He extends a hand, palm up* Eventually... *He begins curling his fingers, the knuckles cracking* You'll be able to crush them like grapes in your hand.

Enzio "En" Miotti: "I know how to do it. I mean, how can YOU do it? How do you know all of this?"

Trevor Clarke: I used to work for them. The end of our business relationship was...less than cordial. If you'll permit, I can show you what I mean.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He looks over at Rick, then back at him. "Go ahead."

Trevor Clarke: *He stands and begins unbuttoning his shirt, showing the scars of the drive-by shooting that killed his host* I was lucky. One of my neighbors saw the drive-by and called 911. My neighborhood isn't known for violence, so the Valachis haven't had the nerve to try again since.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He purses his lips, and nods. "Well, I tell ya what. You get what you can together, and I'm gonna check into a coupla things. I'll give you a call when I'm ready. A'right?"

Trevor Clarke: *He nods* I'd appreciate if you took no longer than a few days to decide. *He turns to pick up his overcoat, shrugging into it with his head down, lips moving silently* ((Using "Insinuate"))

Trevor Clarke: 8,9,6,9,9,1,

Enzio "En" Miotti: 8,6,4,4,5,

Enzio "En" Miotti: He nods. "I'll, ah...see what I can do." He picks up the gun and holds it out to Trevor. "Don't forget this."

Trevor Clarke: *He smiles, taking the gun* Thank you for your consideration, En. *holstering it* We can discuss payment later. *He extends a hand, flashing that million-watt smile again* Pleasure doing business with you.

Enzio "En" Miotti: He gives Trevor a smile and takes the hand. "Yeah, we'll see." The man's mood seems to indicate that it will be a pleasure, though.

Trevor Clarke: *He shakes En's hand, then heads for the door, getting his drink from Angie on the way out and drinking it as he makes his way out through the club, leaving it on the bar with a twenty-dollar tip. Once outside, he flags down a cab and climbs in the back, giving his address. Once back in his own home, he sits down in a chair* Tal-Kerioth.

Tal-Kerioth: "Sa-Holanim."

Trevor Clarke: I've begun making inroads with the Rosselinnis. If I put Michael Valachi, a former client of mine, in jail, I'll have won one of the trust of one of their leiutenants. *He sighs a little* The situation with the child of Babel, however, hasn't gone so well. She's too stuck in her science, and she became upset and angry when I attempted to tell her the story of the War. She hasn't talked about me with anyone other than Mendez yet, but I fear she might if action isn't taken quickly. I'll be attempting to win her trust again within the next week.

Tal-Kerioth: A moment of silence. "Do not worry about Victor. He will not be a problem. As for this Rosselinni business, excellent work. Take care that you do not underestimate them, though. I hear your host did that. It would be a shame to make the same mistake."

Trevor Clarke: *A slight smile* I will be cautious. I made sure to...leave the Rosselinnis' leiutenant with a good impression. *the meaningful emphasis implying his meaning* With time and persuasion, he might make a decent thrall. Many mobsters are superstitious, and superstition can be nurtured into faith. How proceed your own plans, Tyrant?

Tal-Kerioth: "They progress quite well. The court's existance is only a matter of time, and a short one at that. Things are coming together quite well." A pause. "You have impressed me thus far, Sa-Holanim. Continue to do so, and you shall not regret it."

Trevor Clarke: I'll be sure to attempt to persuade any newly-emerged fallen I run into to join us. Is there anything of importance you feel I should know?

Tal-Kerioth: "Nothing at this time, no. Should you need anything, contact me. I will do what I can to aid you."

Trevor Clarke: Thank you. Good evening. *He allows the connection to lapse, then takes out his cell phone and dials Ashley's number, hoping she's not busy at the moment*

Tal-Kerioth: It rings several times, but finally, she answers. "Hello?"

Trevor Clarke: Ashley? It's Trevor. I apologize for the hour, but I have something I need you to do if you can.

Tal-Kerioth: "Trevor, hey! What can I do?"

Trevor Clarke: *He chuckles* Love you too, sweetness. Do you know, or know of Dr. Adriana Carmichael? Neurologist, works at some medical school, working on cybernetic prosthetics?

Tal-Kerioth: "Carmichael...oh, yeah, I know of her. Why?"

Trevor Clarke: If you can, I need you to get to know her. Get her to trust you. If she mentions me, or even mentions anything about angels and demons while you're around, I need you to tell me asap. *He sighs a little* I made a serious mistake with her, and I want to make sure it doesn't endanger us. You think you can do that?

Tal-Kerioth: "Yeah, not a problem. I'll start as soon as I can."

Trevor Clarke: Thank you. *He smiles slightly* Have you had a chance to test your gift yet?

Tal-Kerioth: "Once or twice, yeah. It's come in very handy....thanks."

Trevor Clarke: You're more than welcome. With a little luck, before too long I'll be able to give you with another that will be even more effective. *He thinks a while* When's your next day off?

Tal-Kerioth: "Sunday...why? You want me to try and work on her then?" She doesn't sound like she'd mind doing a job for him on one of her few days off.

Trevor Clarke: Well, yes, but I was also thinking we might get together for dinner, maybe a movie. Sound good?

Tal-Kerioth: Her smile is audible in her voice. "Sure. I'd like that."

Trevor Clarke: You can also report on your progress then. *kiss noise* See you later, sexy.

Tal-Kerioth: She chuckles. "Can't wait."

Trevor Clarke: *Click. He sets the phone aside and lets his head fall back, sighing. What a day. He gets up and heads to his bedroom, ready for some well-earned sleep*

Tal-Kerioth: ((And FTB there.))