|Al Capone and Duncan Malone 2
Author: katie4cheer PM
In the 1920's, Duncan, the gangster king of the Log Cabin gang, gets kidnapped by a rival gang. Courtney, his fiancee, has to take on the role of gangster queen to rule the gang and save him. Will she be able to do it, or will Duncan never be rescued?Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Romance - Courtney & Duncan - Chapters: 8 - Words: 19,956 - Reviews: 107 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 08-10-10 - Published: 04-15-10 - id: 5899341
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(Author's Note: I'm repeating a little bit of the last mini-chapter just to remind you guys of what's going on. Terribly sorry for not updating…)
"Courtney!" Damien exclaims, bursting into her room three hours later, "We found out which warehouse was holding Duncan captive."
"Well, don't just stand there!" Courtney exclaims, quickly standing up from her desk where she was working. "Which one is it? How'd you find out?"
"It's the warehouse on the corner of Cicero Avenue and 31st Street. You know those wire taps we set up? One of the guys was complaining about how unruly Duncan was being, so we knew he was being held there," he explains.
Damien's report almost brought tears to Courtney's eyes. She knew Duncan would always put up a fight if he wasn't getting his way. A few seconds pass before Courtney orders, "Take me to the warehouse."
"…What?" Damien asks doubtfully.
"I'm not going to do anything stupid!" Courtney snaps. "Just take me to the fucking warehouse. I need to see it."
"Um, alright then, I'll go get the car started so-"
"No. I'll get the car started while you tell group two to get started on finding the blueprints. Also tell group three to keep on their toes, because I trust group two will be able to get their job done fairly easy so then group three can begin soon. Got it?" Courtney commands.
"Yes'm!" Damien yelps with a miniscule salute before he scrambles from the room. Courtney slips on a gray jacket then descends the staircase out the Log Cabin warehouse to the alley where their cars are parked.
Courtney takes the master keyring from her pocket, which had all the keys to all the locks on all the doors in Log Cabin's warehouse along with all the keys to the locks on every single Log Cabin gangster's car. She climbs into the passenger seat of Damien's remodeled black Model T and sticks the key into the ignition, but doesn't start it yet. Most of the Log Cabin gangsters' cars were just usual black Model T cars, but with fixed-up engines, so they wouldn't stick out much on the streets.
Finally Damien runs out of Log Cabin and hops into the driver's seat. He twists the keys in the ignition, starts the car, and pulls out of the alleyway. "Cicero Avenue and 31st Street…," Courtney muses aloud, looking out the car window at the sidewalk cracks whizzing by, "There's a lot of buildings around that area of town." "Easy to hide a captive," Damien comments.
"Yes, but also easy to hide a whole mob surrounding the warehouse for a surprise attack," Courtney replies. A few seconds pass and she continues, "Sorry. Just saying."
Damien nods and turns the car onto 31st Street; Cicero Avenue would be coming up on the right, as would the warehouse Duncan was being held captive in. "Right there," Damien says as the gray building looms ahead of them.
Courtney lowers her car window, since there was no air conditioning, but also to get a clearer view of the warehouse. She looked at it out of the corner of her eyes so as to not make it too obvious in case a guard caught sight of her in the car. The building was completely made of gray concrete, the only doors being two heavy metal garage doors on the north and east sides of the building.
The entire top floor of the four-story warehouse was made of dark tinted glass. Courtney couldn't see in, but she could definitely see shadowy figures watching the street below. Rusted fire escapes snaked up the sides of the building to the top floor. A light blue sign above the east-side garage door called the warehouse "Pauli's Carpet and Tile Factory." But the barbed wire fence around the property clearly proved otherwise.
Not that the police did a fucking thing about it.
The mob had too much power.
Before she knew it, Damien was past the warehouse. As they drove on, Courtney couldn't help but wonder what floor Duncan was being held on. The first? No, too vulnerable to attack. The second would also be too vulnerable. The third floor was a possibility. Definitely not the fourth floor, since it was all glass and susceptible to attack from the roof. But what if there were below-ground levels too?
"Hey!" Damien snaps at her. Courtney stays silent, waiting for him to continue. Which he does. "That car behind us has been following us for five blocks so far."
Courtney keeps calm and looks in the rear-view mirror. There was a man in the driver's seat and another guy in the passenger's seat. They were both dressed in neat suits, though nothing seemed too out of the ordinary about them. "Turn here," she commands, and Damien obediently makes a swift right turn onto a narrow, rarely-used road.
Courtney looked into the rear-view mirror and, sure enough, the car behind them followed. "Now here," she orders. After a few more turns, they'd gotten themselves onto a quiet backstreet shadowed by towering tenement buildings. But the car was still behind them.
Before they knew what was going on, the car had accelerated quickly and pulled up right next to Damien's car. He had no time to speed off ahead of them, or for Courtney to roll up her car window before the driver tossed a heavy item through the passenger-side window.
"Say hello to my little friend."
- Al Capone
The metal object flew past Courtney and bounced against the dashboard before rolling to the car floor. Terror pulsed through Courtney as she recognized the pineapple. "Holy shit!" Damien exclaims, seeing the pineapple out of the corner of his eye.
The car that was next to them was now way ahead of them. Damien floored it, quickly catching up to them. Adrenaline pulsing, Courtney snatched up the pineapple and flung it out the window, right into the window of the car next to them. Damien kept speeding ahead, and barely a second or two later, and explosion sounded from behind them.
In the rear-view mirror, Courtney saw the gangster's car light up in flames and crash, out of control, into a streetlight. She squeezes her shaking hands together. That was her first time a pineapple had been thrown at her, since she's usually she was the one throwing the pineapples. Pineapples were grenades with a square pattern, resembling the skin of an actual pineapple, that were often thrown into the window of a gangster car next to yours as a quick kill.
Apparently those Racketeers, or at least they were probably Racketeers, didn't know quite how to use a pineapple. Courtney knew that you were supposed to pull the pin on the grenade and wait a few seconds before throwing it into the other car window. That way, the pineapple would explode in just two or so seconds later, barely giving you time to escape.
But clearly the Racketeers had no idea what they were doing with the pineapple, as Courtney had stated before. She had time for Damien to catch up to the Racketeers, for her to pick up the pineapple, and to throw it back. They'd even had a little escape time. Big mistake for the Racketeers, who were now probably burnt to a crisp by that streetlight.
"Let's not drive by the warehouse again," Damien suggested, breathless from his previous panic attack with the pineapple.
By the time Damien drove back to the Log Cabin hideout, storm clouds had started to gather overhead. Courtney half-jogged into the building to avoid getting caught in the rain, even though it was only a short walk from the parking alley to the front of the building. Plus she was excited to see whether group two had found the blueprints to the warehouse yet or not.
Sure enough, when she walked into the living room upstairs, the group leader of group two rushed up to her. "We got the blueprints of the warehouse," he announces.
"Great, where from?"
"City Utilities," he replies, "One of our men were able to pose as a worker there since one of his relatives works there or something like that. He simply borrowed the uniform, went it, and got it."
"Well that's nice of him. He could very much be fired if City Utilities somehow traces the stolen blueprints down to him," Courtney says, following the gangster down the hallway to the room group three was holding post.
"Eh, I figured some of my salary could go to his family once we get Duncan back." Courtney nods and he opens the door, motioning her inside. She walks in, and the door shuts behind her. Apparently he wouldn't be joining her.
In the room, four large tables had been pushed together in a long rectangular formation so the blueprints could be placed as they would be if they were the actual building. The fourth-floor prints were on top, followed by the third underneath that, then the second, first, and a basement level. Group three were huddled around the blueprints, studying them.
Courtney walked over to the table and caught the last half of group three's leader's sentence, "So an attack coming from the ground floor would also help keep the Racketeers from escaping with Duncan. Oh, hello, Courtney."
She nods at the leader and asks, "Got any solid plans yet?"
"Not quite, we're just brainstorming for the moment. But we're thinking of the possibility of attacking from the ground floor to keep them trapped in the building," he answers.
"Well, Damien and I just drove by the warehouse to check it out and apparently the entire top floor has glass walls," Courtney says, and a Log Cabin gangster jots down a note on the fourth-floor blueprints. "So they would be able to see us coming."
"Not unless we get them first," states an anonymous voice from the group three crowd.
Courtney looked away from the group leader to pick out the gangster who just spoke, but couldn't pick him out. "Yes… So it might be a good idea to do it under the cover of darkness. That way we have the element of surprise on our side, plus a way of hiding Duncan as we get the hell out of there," Courtney comments.
"Any way to get to the roof from ground level?" the leader asks.
"There are fire escapes on every wall, which should work just perfect. But what if there are lights around the property? Even under the cover of darkness approaching the property, once we approach the actual building, the guards will see us," Courtney replies.
"We'll just have to figure a way to turn out the lights."
"Shooting them from a distance could work," a voice puts in.
"Good," the group leader continues, "So half of us can head up the fire escapes to take out the guards, while the other half wait a few minutes before going in from the ground level to keep the majority of Racketeers from escaping."
A few more ideas were traded back and forth until the general plan was set out. There were a few more rough details to be discussed, but that could happen that night or even the next day. Then group four would have to be alerted to start getting the right weapons together for the attack. It was a possibility they would even hire a few minor gangsters off the streets to aid in the attack, for a certain sum of payment. The attack would happen in approximately two days, and the dumbass Racketeers would have no idea what just hit them.