Chroncicle for Dago Giovanni


In the beginning….


		The moon slowly rose over the cliffs of the Malta 
coast. Silence was all that remained around the area, that and the
 slow hum of a transport gliding across the water. This ship resembled
 that of your typical standards of hovercrafts used during the Gulf War. 
It had been painted black and gunmetal gray. Airbrushed along the sides
 of this "transport" was the gold insignia of the Giovanni Crest. On board
 this boat of death were 15 ghouls dressed in the attires of war. 
Bulletproof riot gear with shields blaring the Giovanni symbol and 
weapons of vast assortment. This though was not the "interesting cargo"
 the ship carried in her belly. Three high ranking "Soldiers" of the
 Giovanni lay wait for the setting of the sun and the next stop…. 
		Sitting in the hold of the ship lay two men and a
 woman. The men where sitting in front of a display screen in the 
center of the room while the woman stood near and port hole. She was
 dressed in leather and black wool, topped with a beret. She stood 
tall and very slender, a rather anorexic woman indeed. This was 
Danielle Giovanni, a recently established member of the family. She
 seemed rather nervous and couldn't keep her mind on the mission 
briefing. Not that it mattered, she knew what had to be done. Sitting
 directly in front of the  display console was Aurelio Giovanni.
 A master of computers, secrets, and little excursions, such as this one. 
Sitting to his right, smiling at Aurelio was Dago Giovanni. The student 
of "The Dagger of the Giovanni", he was a trusted operative for business, 
protection, investigation, and assassination. The Don of the Giovanni was so 
impressed with Madeline's work that it was in agreement that they 
should "create" a new operative with the skills and assets of 
Madeline's magnitude. So where one is in the east the other would 
be in the west, where one was north, well you get the way of things. 
                        Ensuring that the Giovanni honor and respectability
 was upheld to the nth degree. But this mission, well this mission 
was out of revenge, reclaim what was taken, and reestablish severed connections. 
		A newly embraced member of the Giovanni, a self-
proclaimed middleman to the New York district. Not to mention a 
contact to the Gotti family was "skimming" from the top of our 
profits in a most shadowy way. Dealings with the Gotti family 
ended with the arrest of John Gotti and since funds were being 
rattled a bit we had taken our interests with the city to lay a 
while. Too much was at stake not to mention the control of New York
 to the Sabbat. We didn't require "heat" for the family business. Our way was too
 be patient and let the Camirilla and Sabbat have their war and let
 us rise from their ashes. So in finishing loose ends with dealings
 and business, Giovanni sent a member to meet with this new comer 
and discovered the missing funds we had so longed for. In fear of 
being caught the Giovanni investigating was murdered and this man 
was planning to leave, quickly. The family had to move fast. No 
need for other clans to find usefulness for this person let alone 
his atonement for our lost brother. 
               The monitor showed tactical information of the 
target's villa; information on security, family members, equipment,
 and vehicles of escape. It was to our best knowledge that we had
 people in the target's security and they had disabled most of the
 communications out of the villa. While detained most of the servants 
 their were still too many "loyal" servants in the security. We
 had also found out that a helicopter was in place waiting to take
 him to the coast of Greece, there he would charter a private jet 
to the America's to find his allies and flee our control. This would
 not happen. 
               The doors opened and the three members stepped out. 
Danielle in her leather jumper decorated with guns of different styles, 
small but very useful, and a bulletproof vest. Aurellio wore a black
 turtleneck and black cargo pants. Had the bulletproof vest with 
a strap of bullets to the shotgun he had just cocked. Dago wore 
his black cargos (standard issue to the Giovanni ops) and a white
 dress shirt covered with the same bulletproof vesting that the 
others all had. But his weapons where different, Dago had a 45 cal.
 on him with a couple of clips that was all, a knife purhaps, but a rapier like no
 other strapped to him like some symbiotic of which gave him the 
honor and strength he needed, this was his weapon.
 He stood on the upper deck waiting like a predator cat, expecting
 the doors to his cage to be flung open to the hunt. 
Time was almost up…….
               As the ship hit ground and the doors flung open to the
 beach with a number of little grotto paths leading to the main 
compound. Each "captain" took four ghoul riot soldiers. Leaving three to 
defend the boat for any stragglers who thought the beach was the 
best escape. Resistance would be trivial, the security was badly equipped
 to begin with. Our operatives with in the target's own security all wore 
red roses on there lapels or dresses, ensuring "friendly fire" 
would not occur. Entering the compound was not an easy task though.
 When most of our spies came out to greet us and regroup the target
 had set up perimeter security alarms. Machineguns began taking out
 a number of our ghouls. Aurelio took a group of ghouls to the area
 that housed the power grid to the guns and other annoying security
 risks. Dago and Danielle took the rest to the areas out of the 
gun's reach. It was not his home he was protecting. "He must be 
trying to make us think he is inside." Dago thought, "Danielle, 
take the rest and keep them here once the grid stops firing take
 the compound and target any potential threats. You two with me." 
Dago pointed to two ghouls and took off running to the other side
 of the villa to the rondevue point for the helicopter. 
                 Dago just arrived in time to see the white and 
blue chopper enter view. The target with two family members, both
 children, stood in terror at Dago's approach. As they stepped 
towards the terrified trio, two Giovanni ghouls stepped out of the
 side of the building and attacked Dago and his team. Dago stepped
 out of the way in time to return an aggresive blow to ones neck
 with his sword. Slicing one of the traitorous ghoul's heads off.
 The other was shot so badly that it didn't matter to finnish the
 job, he would surely die in the hour. Dago approached the target
 and it lunged at him with desperate force. Dago sliced his hand where the
 knife had been in. The man shrieked in terror. The children's looks
 were wide eyed at the two, with such shock they could not move, 
not a muscle. Though it would have been pertinent of them to run
 while they could, it would give them a chance, though futile in
 all it's worth. The man reached for a gun and Dago drew on him 
first shooting him in the shoulder and in the legs. As the man 
lay incapacitated, the children began to cry and shriek. A charming Giovanni
 ghoul named Clarissa introduced herself to the two and told them
 to relax and that they would be ok. Dago interrupted, "Clarissa, take these two and
 bring them to the ship, I will deal with the rest." "Yes Signoro
 Giovanni." She did what he asked without question. Once they had 
left two ghouls ran up to them bringing an elongated box made of 
metal and handles, it was not any ordinary coffin, this was a type of pod.
 "Put him inside, please" The ghouls grabbed the man by the legs and arms, 
kicking and screaming he cursed at Dago, telling him the trivial things 
like, " You can't get away with this, I have friends." And " I will
 get you for this." All rolled off of him like the blood on his 
sword. Dago, in response only grabbed a thin long silver spike he had 
strapped to his back and jammed it into the man's chest, as the man's
 screams became a low grumble he grabbed the radio around his neck and 
positioned it around his ears. He spoke into the microphone as the "coffin" doors
 sealed shut airtight. "Targets neutralized, two bonuses."
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		Back at the Giovanni strong hold Dago and Aurelio 
approached the Don. "We have brought you a gift, sir. I hope we are 
not too tardy?" " No, no, please come in. I hope you don't mind 
I have called a meeting to discuss this traitor. We had almost 
accepted him into the family for his fine work on the New York 
Project. Sabbat issues laid dormant and we still kept our corporate
 holdings. I fear that now we may have to release New York to total
 domination of Sabbat. We need him to find out how much damage has 
been done there. Hopefully it will be repairable." Dago turned to 
the Don, " I can go there for you and speak with our representatives
 at the corporation. Sabbat are not a threat to me…" " Nor to I, 
but I need you to go else where. There has been a request for you
 to the west of New York by one of our own. You will go there and
 meet with him. That is all." "Yes Don." " Dago you have done well,
 I was right in having you trained by Madeline. Aurelio, you too
 have done a fine job. I need you as well to finnish these problems
 in the New York. I have work for you in there." "Yes Don, I will 
leave immediately." Aurelio looked at Dago and smiled. " Will you be
 coming with me on the plane." The Don interrupted once more, 
" No Aurelio he will be taking the barge, I have equipment in there
 that might be of usefulness to him. He will have a safe haven in
 the shipping yards when he gets there." Dago shrugged at Aurelio,
 "I guess this is farewell for now…?" " I guess so, ciao Dago." 
"Ciao, Aurelio." 
		Aurelio left the room to prepare of the long flight
 from Venice to New York. Dago turned to the room of elders. "If you
 will excuse me." Dago bowed to the members and turned, as he began
 to walk out of the room he heard the door to the "coffin" open and
 the man begging for mercy. The Don called out, " Kill him, then we
 will question him…" The doors closed and the scream became more 
muffled till there was silence. Dago just turned and walked down the
 hall to his room where he will prepare to go to America. To where
 his family was needed. To where the Dark City had beckoned him.  
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