07-25-2014, 06:45 PM
Luciano had come to Moscow and after three years of anticipation, he felt like he was getting closer to his target. The trail was quite cold, but Luciano had a feeling his uncle was somewhere amongst the cities inhabitants. He had to be cautious. If Francesco Moretti saw him first, Luciano had no idea for sure what would happen.
He'd probably murder me too.
Luciano thought as he dropped down into the under city of Moscow.
The under city was a guess. It would be a good place for a refugee to hide. If this proved to be unsuccessful, Luciano would have his plate full. There had been no flags on his uncle's name in the databases - no doubt he was using an alias of some sort.
Luciano took in the sight. These people were the outcasts of society and protected one another. Getting information would be difficult and expensive if they had accepted him into their fold, but Luciano noticed the looks of the people. Something had happened here recently. They were cowed and kept their eyes down, some giving him momentary glances every few minutes. There had been a predator here.
Luciano walked down the tunnel, getting ready to pull the revolver out of his shoulder holster under his coat and taking a mental not of where his knives were hidden. He wouldn't attack these people unless they attacked him. He spotted a young man walking towards him, but to the side being careful not to look at Luciano - a little too careful.
As the man walked by, Luciano grabbed his wrist which was incidentally heading towards his pocket. It didn't matter that the man was trying to steal from him. He always kept his money in is interior coat pockets if he could. Luciano turned to face the pickpocket, opened his coat enough to show the firearm, and pulled five CCD dollars out of his interior coat pocket. He slapped the bill into the mans hand.
"Another one of those and I forget this little mishap if you answer some questions for me."
Luciano said quietly looking the man directly in the eyes.
The man's gaze drifted between the gun, the money, and Luciano's face. Luciano could see the fear in the man's eyes as he nodded, accepting the deal.
Luciano pulled out the picture of his uncle. "Have you seen this man?
((Note that this takes place after Gio has been taken out of the tunnels and into the hospital))
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He'd probably murder me too.
Luciano thought as he dropped down into the under city of Moscow.
The under city was a guess. It would be a good place for a refugee to hide. If this proved to be unsuccessful, Luciano would have his plate full. There had been no flags on his uncle's name in the databases - no doubt he was using an alias of some sort.
Luciano took in the sight. These people were the outcasts of society and protected one another. Getting information would be difficult and expensive if they had accepted him into their fold, but Luciano noticed the looks of the people. Something had happened here recently. They were cowed and kept their eyes down, some giving him momentary glances every few minutes. There had been a predator here.
Luciano walked down the tunnel, getting ready to pull the revolver out of his shoulder holster under his coat and taking a mental not of where his knives were hidden. He wouldn't attack these people unless they attacked him. He spotted a young man walking towards him, but to the side being careful not to look at Luciano - a little too careful.
As the man walked by, Luciano grabbed his wrist which was incidentally heading towards his pocket. It didn't matter that the man was trying to steal from him. He always kept his money in is interior coat pockets if he could. Luciano turned to face the pickpocket, opened his coat enough to show the firearm, and pulled five CCD dollars out of his interior coat pocket. He slapped the bill into the mans hand.
"Another one of those and I forget this little mishap if you answer some questions for me."
Luciano said quietly looking the man directly in the eyes.
The man's gaze drifted between the gun, the money, and Luciano's face. Luciano could see the fear in the man's eyes as he nodded, accepting the deal.
Luciano pulled out the picture of his uncle. "Have you seen this man?
((Note that this takes place after Gio has been taken out of the tunnels and into the hospital))