Jackie Marsden

[Rusty]

Based off recent events and turned into a character story, none of the characters here are actual members of the family except those mentioned in the first few lines.


PART I - BUSINESS AS USUAL

The news was out and hell was soon to follow.  The Corleone family was on it's knees, weaker than they've ever been.  Their top guys, Abe and Richard had been pinched by the feds over RICO charges, leaving the family in disarray.  The others had either gotten clipped or moved down to Vice City for early retirement.  Others decided to partner up with the other families in order to save themselves.  Jackie?  His crew had always been well reliable, trustworthy and above all the families top earner.  But with the families power waning he could see his eyes wandering for leadership elsewhere.

Jackie sat in the back of Sonny's thinking over decisions he knew he'd have to make soon.  A lighter in his left and a lit cigar in his right, a cloud of smoke rose and he exhaled, Jackie remained distracted.  Dancers tried to check in on him but he waved them off with a nod and a wave of his hand.  He didn't know what to do.

See, Jackie is a Captain in the Corleone Family and if he ever jumped ship to another family he'd be back down to a wiseguy.  Forced to answer to someone less experienced than he is.  Jackie knew that the longer he stayed with the family the more likely he'd get clipped it was only a matter of time before the other families came after him for either business or blood.  Jackie didn't really feel the option of a bullet to the back of the head and his body dumped in the Bone County Desert. 

Outside Donny and Fat Frank were in mid conversation when Jackie appeared.

"So last night I was pounding this fat bitch right?  Next thing I look up and her fucking four year old kid is standing there staring at me.  You know me I kept going I ain't letting no kid stop me from getting a piece of pussy."
"Shut the fuck up Frank and get in the car, we've got business to take care of."
"The rest of ya' get out and start collectin'.  Just cause the families in trouble don't mean people can stop paying."

Jackie sighed and gazed out of the window for a brief moment before turning to Frank.  "Listen where we at and what we got?"

"It ain't safe out on the streets no more.  Bosses in jail and rest going into hiding we're pretty much fucked Jackie.  We need to start thinkin' about us, what's our next move?"

Jackie itched his stubble for a second.  "I'm thinkin'.  We're gonna need something that the bosses want but can't get."

"The fuck do four guys from Los Santos have that the bosses don't?"
"You let me worry about that in the meantime we're going to need cash."

[Rusty]

PART I - THE RAT

Las Venturas Courthouse

"This is Vicki Johnson reporting live from outside the Las Venturas Courthouse where today Abraham Corleone the Godfather of the Corleone Crime Family will stand trial for numerous charges brought against him by a year long Federal Investigation.  Channel Five News will be providing round the clock coverage as the trial develop's."

Inside the Court the Federal Bureau of Investigation bring's out their first witness one Marco Corleone a wiseguy turned rat by the feds.  He was offered a suspended sentence in return for him wearing a wire to further gather information against the family.  Word was out now it was on a matter of time.

"Raise your right hand and place your left hand on the bible."
"Repeat after me."
"I swear that the evidence that I shall give, shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God."
"I swear that the evidence that I shall give, shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God." replied Marco.

Jackie smashed his fist against the vehicle's dashboard as he listened to the trial through the radio.

"That fuckin' piece of shit, I vouched for that fucker too.  All this time he was ratting us out to the feds." said Jackie in a fit of rage even Frank was shocked at how pissed off Jackie got.
"Make a left turn here Frank, we'll pick up what we're owed then I want you to get the word out to every hitter we know.  He's dead as soon as he leaves that courthouse."

Frank remained quiet and gave Jackie a simple nod.

[Rusty]

PART II - CALLING IN A FAVOUR

"Joey! How's the wife and kids?  Hope those little shits aren't giving you to much hassle." Frank was mid conversation with Joey DiMatteo a long time friend of the family and their best hitter.  If anyone was right for the job it was Joey.  They don't make men like Joey here anymore he's been in the game a long time his attention to detail and skill unmatched.

"Families fine Frank, but I can't say the same for yours.  It's gone to shit I see.  Fucking can't believe they picked up the old man."
"Look Joey, I'll cut to the chase Jackie's needing something taken care of.  I know this is outside your usual manner of business but we need it done today."
"Anything for the family you know where my loyalties lie.  Who's the delivery for?"
"Marco Corleone."
"You don't mean-..."
"I do."
"You know how hard it would be to get close to him to deliver?"
"Why do you think I called you?"
"I'll get it done, leave payment at my usual collection point I'll text you once it's done unless you hear about it first."
"Arrivederci."

[Rusty]

PART II (cont.) - THE AUTOSHOP

Joey left his ravaged neighbourhood of Temple with obvious haste, now travelling over to the auto garage he owned as a legitimate front for other family business.  The garage was located near Ocean Docks tucked away at the end of a dead end road.  The auto garage was miniscule in size, with a grungy old sign out front and a office door with a poorly maintained plaque.  It still bore the name of it's previous occupant.  Inside there were several parts of scrapped vehicles which has been stripped down and ready to be sold onwards.  Joey drove inside and nodded over to Mark, a young kid who looked up to Joey.

"I didn't expect you in today Joey, what's up?"
Joey replied, "I need a extra hand on something but what you see can't leave the room you got that?"
"You know me Joey I ain't gonna talk to anyone." said Mark.

Joey hesitated for a moment before nodding to Mark, he reached into the black gym bag he brought with him and removed a block of C4 Explosive. 

"I need help fittin' this to the truck just don't drop the damn thing." explained Joey in a more upfront manner.

Mark was about to ask what he'd be using it for but he held off he knew Joey would tell him if he wanted but he guessed that whatever he had planned he wanted to keep this off the wire.  It took roughly twenty minutes before they finished rigging the explosive to a timer device, the pound of C4 would be enough to wipe out a anything within twenty feet.  Collateral damage would be expected but it had to look like a outsider pulled it off not the family.  Joey patted Mark on the back as he hopped into the truck shifting it into reverse and rolling backwards out of the garage.  Marco was due to leave the courthouse at 16:00 as per reported by the local news channel.