The Crimson Emperor

Order 4: Salty Dog
11 April 2012 Session

Tony trudged into The Drunk Irishman half dead it seemed as he decided to forego his normal stool and opted for a stool against a support beam. Mic eyed him as he came over.

“You look a bit green.” Mic stated.

“I was before I threw up.” Tony corrected.

Mic grunted. “Steak Sandwich?” he inquired.

Tony grunted. “Salty Dog too.”

Mic raised an eye, “Gin or Vodka?”

“Surprise me.” Tony said resting the back of his head against the cool wood support beam and closed his eyes.

It felt good, the wood against the back of his head. Solid ground beneath your feet is something Tony took for granted until it wasn’t there. After devouring half his sandwich and tossing back a bit of drink Tony looked much better. With a sigh of relief it seemed he looked at Mic and smirked. “We killed a pirate.” Tony stated matter of factly taking another bite.

“You killed…” Mic said wondering what he just heard.

“A pirate, he didn’t have a peg leg or parrot. He did have a sword. He was one of them china men too.” Tony elaborated which just confused Mic more. After another bite of his sandwich wiping his hands off Tony explained.

Order 3: French Connection
April 4th 2012 session

Tony shuffled into his old haunt, the Drunk Irishman Tavern, and sat down at his usual stool. Rolling his shoulder he was still a bit sore from the gun shot that nicked him in the arm the previous night. Nodding to Mic before stating, “French Connection.” Mic gave him an odd look before Tony held up two fingers sideways before saying ‘two fingers’ of Cognac and two fingers of Amaretto in an old fashioined. Mic nodded and slide Tony his drink with the ease of someone who spent many years behind the bar. Tony was staring at an ID card and shaking his head. He was smirking slightly but his brow was still furrowed. Turning the card around to read Mic asked a logical question which no doubt had a story behind it. Mic didn’t mind he was a good listener and as of late Tony’s stories were of something current sometimes dumb or on the side of poor judgement but always somewhat dangerous and always exciting it seemed.

“Why do you have Councilman Benard Deutsch’s ID?” Mic inquired.

“I took it off his unconscious body before putting him in a cab last night.” Tony replied.

“You’re hanging out with city officials now? Maybe I should charge you extra…did you just say he was unconscious?” Mic began.

Tony shrugged after taking a pull off his drink, “He was out cold because of me decking him. But I should probably begin at the start if I’m going to tell you what happened.”

Order 2: Boxcar
Session 2: 28 March 2012

Tony slipped back down into the Drunk Irishman Tavern and into his favorite seat like if he hadn’t left town, foiled an assassination, and come back a little bit prouder. The bartender looked at Tony raising an eyebrow since Tony looked a bit different in a suit. Smirking Tony put his new derby on the counter smoothing the feather and nodded to the bartender.

“Boxcar.” Tony said threading his hands together in front of him and was all grins.

“You look like you’re about to start purring like a cat you’re so please Tony… and what’s with the get up” Mic inquired as he reached for a sours glass.

Wiping off his lapel Tony straightened up a bit in his chair, “Well you know me, can’t do anything except the hard way.” Tony admitted.

Still perplexed the bartender started to ask if he was working with the mafia but Tony quickly dismissed even the thought.

“You remember what I told you last time about that job I was on?” Tony began. Mic nodded and Tony explained on how he had just got back into town and what had happened since.

Order 1: Gin Rickey
Session 1: 21 March 2012

Tony stepped into the Drunk Irishman Tavern and looked around as he took his hat off and his eyes adjusted. Seeing a spot open at the bar Tony shoved his hat into his back pocket as he got the bartender’s attention.

“Gin Rickey.” Tony stated wiping his brow and hunching onto the bar realizing he was a little more exhausted then he usually would have been. Plus it was either hotter these past days or he’d been doing a lot more running around than he was use to.

“Tired?” the bartender inquired.

Tony shrugged and admitted with a slight smile, “Well Mic, it’s been a hell of a time these past two days I’ll tell ya that.”

As a highball glass was placed in front of him Tony took a long pull on his drink. That’s one nice thing about the Drunk Irishman, they never skimp on the alcohol. Slightly relieved of stress Tony began telling the events of the last two days.

Introduction to the story

Senator Morrison is a populist candidate who is running for president as an independent. His fiery rhetoric of taxing the rich and lifting up the poor has garnered him a groundswell of support from the poor and disenfranchised. He has taken a “tough on crime” stance and wants to beef up the FBI’s ability to take on The Mafia.

He has had several threats against his life, but has refused Secret Service protection. He will be making a campaign stop in New York City on Saturday culminating in a rally at the Allister Arms Hotel grand ballroom on Saturday night. He will then continue on to Philadelphia on Sunday morning.

It is Friday, and there are rumors that The Mob in New York might be planning something. The FBI has dispatched one of their top agents, Bill Sharpe. It is already Friday afternoon when your train arrives at Grand Central Station and you need to hit the ground running; the Senator will be arriving at 8 am tomorrow morning.


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