The Assasins Ambush
Godfrey's assasin walked down the Magnificant Mile pushing several shoppers out of the way. He walked until he got to an enormously tall steel structure. Over the entrance a sign said, "John Hancock Center."
Why would a gang hideout be in the John Hancock Center? The assasin asked himself this question, but he shrugged his shoulders and walked into the building. He walked down the hallway to the resident elevators. The tipster had said floor 92, so he pushed that button on the elevator.
Ding! The doors of the elevator shut. He felt a quick upward pull, and he was on his way to floor 92.
Ding! The doors of the elevator opened. He stepped out into a hallway decorated with expensive wallpaper and lavender carpeting. The anonymous tipster had said room 926. He soon found the door to the room.
He quickly tested the knob, and discovered the door open. He opened it and stepped into the suite. The lights were off and he searched for a lightswitch.
Suddenly, the door behind him slammed shut and he heard the sound of the door lock. He felt a hard, blunt object whack him in the head and he fell to the ground, out like a light.
The lights in the room turned on to reveal Nuniez Manello and his gang called the Armed Ambush. Their name suited them.
"Open the window," Nuniez ordered one of the gang members.
"Which one?" the man asked.
"Any window!" Manello hissed. He complied quickly.
"Now, throw out the trash," Nuniez ordered another gang member.
"Yes sir!" He picked up Godfrey's assasin, and brought him over to the window. He threw the limp body out the window down towards a crowded Michigan Avenue far below.
Godfrey's assasin awoke just in time to issue a one second scream, and then WHAM! His body hammered into the ground. Chaos broke out at the sight of a lifeless corpse that had fallen from the sky. Some people screamed, but everyone ran in a mad panic from the dead body.
The police arrived quickly on the scene, avoiding the mass hysteria of motorists speeding away from the disaster zone that was just minutes ago, the Magnificant Mile of very casual shoppers and motorists.
The police raided the Hancock Center, but found nothing. The Armed Ambush had escaped.
Revert to Plan B
"Godfrey!" Fat Mario bellowed. The sound echoed through the vents of the clubhouse. "You great prune Godfrey! How could you let this happen." Fat Mario had heard the news.
"I don't see one way that this is my fault you idiot!" Godfrey replied in a harse, offended voice. "Maybe if you got off you fat arse and did something about it yourself we wouldn't be in this mess!"
They approached each other and picked up threatening objects. Godfrey had a knife. Mario, a chair from the poker table.
"Guys, guys!" Vanelli persuaded stupidly, "it's both of your fault! Did that solve the problem?" Bang! Fat Mario hit him on the head with the chair. Vanelli fell to the floor, out cold. Godfrey and Mario turned to each other again, each giving the other a sharp, dangerous look.
"Guys, guys!" Tony persuaded with caution, stepping between the two. "As opposed to what Vanelli said, this is nobody's fault. It was an ambush."
"He's right, we're being childish, infantile may I."
"I'm sorry pal!"
"Well, now that that's settled, what do we do now?" Tony asked.
"Should we help Vanelli?"
"Nah, he got what he deserved." There was an awkward silence as they stared the unconcious body of Vanelli. The position he was in made his nose look bigger than usual. Tony noticed Vanelli's fly was open and then noticed that he was also forgetful enough not to wear underwear. He looked away in disgust.
"Remind me, why is he in the gang?" Tony asked sarcastically.
Taking the question seriously, Godfrey stated, "he's in because he is good at getting inside jobs on our enemies. You suggested that we get a spy a few months back and he's our spy."
"Some spy! Ha! His fly's open!" Mario and Godfrey looked and then noticed that his fly was open and then found out the additional information. They to looked away in disgust.
"Anyway," Mario commented, "what do we do now?"
"Well, we should talk to the tipster who told us about the location of the Armed Ambush's hideout," Tony suggested wisely.
"He was anonymous, he didn't say his name when I asked, he hung up. Also, he disguised his voice," Godfrey informed.
"Maybe we can trace the call," Mario suggested.
"How?"
"The phone company can trace unknown calls upon request," Mario continued. "Then we'll know who this prankster really is."
