Lucky Dog 1 translations 10 Giulio route 01

Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 10

Taking the Bait



Good moooorning, O fucking world of shit.  Today’s yet another day of killing us some GD down in Daivan.

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Bernardo waves us over to his desk in that room of incessantly ringing phones.  Sitting in the room are countless soldiers also taking calls.

Bernardo has someone bring over a pre-prepared coffee tray, and together we sip at the slightly cold coffee.  Then…


Bernardo: You’ll be heading over to the target designated by him today as well.

giandaivanu2-10-1 Gian: Since it’s getting cold nowadays … Florida’d be lovely just about now.


berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: Unfortunately, you’re going in the complete opposite direction.  A few blocks east of the housing complexes by the factory from yesterday is the old town – the one slated for reconstruction.  That’s where you’re going.
giuliodaivan1-3-1 Giulio: The Daivan Bronx.

Giulio says this as his fingertips ghost over the map jam-packed with symbols and code.  Daivan Bronx – even in this city, it’s the worst area of the lot.

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In the last century – no, the city looks like it’s probably been around even longer than that – the people who actually had the freedom to jabber about tradition or lineage or whatever moved off to the better land to the west.

The previous mayor and the council had decided to reconstruct the old town, so they’d bought the land and started constructing the buildings, but with the Great Depression, some of it’s had to be completely checked.

The city, filled with nothing but old and ruins, had started getting filled with penniless unemployed and illegal immigrants, and in no time at all it’d turned into the lawless zone.

Eventually the city folks went back to their roots, deciding to ironically call the place a name they’d taken from their hometown – “Daivan Bronx.”

Now, the place makes even Daivan look like a fucking top class avenue, what with the place being full of sketchy guys without a clue what citizen rights, or even human rights, are.

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giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: Still, Daivan Bronx’s a big place.  Where exactly are we supposed to do our post-meal workout?
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: The east-most street in the Bronx.  There’s an empty lot that used to be a dumping ground for machinery and heavy equipment there.  …The orders say to head there.

Bernardo gets that far before taking off his glasses … and with his large hand, rubs his face over.  …It’s Bernardo’s quirk, proof that he’s just about boiled over with fatigue.

berndaivanwc4-1-1 Bernardo: It’s true that if GD were to make a base here, it would be bad.  However, there are too many abandoned buildings there.  We can’t deploy troops there, and it’s impossible to clean out…
giandaivanu2-1-1 Gian: And he says we’ve gotta head over, just the two of us…?
berndaivanwc4-2-1 Bernardo: I don’t know…  I can’t see where Don Bondone’s coming from.  Why there?  Why you two?

His glasses off, Bernardo’s eyes narrow sharp enough to startle even me and stares off into the distance somewhere…  Then he replaces the glasses and sighs.

berndaivanc4-5-2b Bernardo: And also … why did there happen to be GD right where and when you two went yesterday?  I don’t know.
giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: Well, they’ll probably be there today, too.  Definitely.
giuliodaivan1-2-1 Giulio: …Then we will annihilate them.
berndaivanc4-2-2 Bernardo: …Don Bondone’s information network is better than mine?  …But, even if that were true…

Bernardo falls deep into thought.  …Is he on the verge of a breakthrough?


Luchino: My bad for being late!  I come bearing ammunition.

It’s Luchino.  The dandy passes the guards, one steel trunk in each hand as he gallantly jaunts on over…


He leaves a middle-sized case in front of Bernardo, a metal one that doesn’t really look especially heavy.

berndaivanc2-1-2 Bernardo: Sorry to trouble you with this.  This is an absolute lifesaver.  You have my thanks.
luchidaivan5-2-1 Luchino: Don’t worry about it!  It’s money I’m planning on asking back anyways.  …There’s a million there.  Most of them are in tens.  They’ve been laundered, so you can use them without worry.

…Ah.  So this is what they’d been talking about yesterday.  But wow…

giandaivanu1-9-2b Gian: …So this is a mil, eh…?   I’d thought it’d be a bit more.
luchidaivan4-6-1 Luchino: You put it in ones, it’ll be ten times this.  In hundreds, you can fit it in an envelope.  …Gian, you two heading out now…?
giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: Yeah, we’re going for a home run at the Daivan Bronx today.


Luchino: …The Bronx, you say?


Suddenly, Luchino’s expression clouds over.  His voice doesn’t sound like his, sounds like he’d chomped on something rotten.

berndaivanc2-1-2 Bernardo: …Is something—
luchidaivan5-1-1 Luchino: It’s something I’d picked up in the wind this morning…  It’s not a confirmed rumor, so I thought I’d bring it up on the side as I brought this over, but … tsk, that was close.
luchidaivan3-2-1b Luchino: There’s talk that the Jew locals making their home in the Bronx were seen shaking hands with the GD thugs.  It sounds like they may be preparing to bring in a battalion.
giandaivanu1-2-2 Gian: …Whoa.  Ain’t that really bad?
berndaivanc4-3-2 Bernardo: …Thank goodness you made it in time.  We were just about to toss our next Capo and a captain into a mincing machine.
giuliodaivan1-4-1 Giulio: Those troops … still have not arrived, correct?
luchidaivan4-4-2 Luchino: Yeah.  If that were the case, Bernardo would’ve sensed something first and gone straight for the stomach medicine.  …It’s probably one of their executives coming in for a word.


Giulio: It is a good opportunity…

I – and of course the other two – swing our heads towards Giulio, who’d said the words so offhandedly, with ?!s in our eyes.


Luchino: Whoa, hey there.  No GD executive’s going to move alone.  He’s going to bring enough armed men to hold a soccer game on their own.


Bernardo: In addition, they will also be on their guards because of yesterday’s events.  It would be better to call off today’s attack.  I will talk to Don Bondone.

Bernardo, looking like he’s got enough on his plate with everything else he’s got going on in addition to this, reaches a hand for a different-looking phone on his desk.

His hand…


Giulio: …It only means … we need to kill everyone then.

berndaivanc2-2-2 Bernardo: …!

…was then pressed down, held in place by Giulio’s.

luchidaivan2-1-2 Luchino: …Are you serious?  Even you would…  It’s very likely they have a trap in place there!
giuliodaivan1-3-1 Giulio: If I know it is a trap … then I will not be caught.  I am not so stupid.
giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: You’re serious…?

My voice leaks through unconsciously.  Startled, Giulio turns his eyes towards me.  …Those eyes look kind of like the ones of dog that’s done something wrong and knows it…

berndaivanc4-4-2 Bernardo: We cannot allow Gian to go with you.  …And of course, Giulio, we cannot allow you to take independent action in this situation either.
giuliodaivan4-2-2c Giulio: But…

…The booze-pickled-snail-eyed geezer I see in Giulio’s eyes gives a violent shudder.  I mean, that’s what it feels like.





giandaivanu4-2-1 Gian: But you can’t go against the gramps, right?

I’m annoyed.  …No, it’s a bit different, I think.  I…  Half of it’s from desperation.

At my words, Giulio’s eyes stained dark look down, and Bernardo and Luchino both look like they’ve got a mean toothache.

berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: That may be so, for now, at least.
luchidaivan4-2-1 Luchino: With the GD after us captains in such numbers, there has to be something behind this … but that wily old fox isn’t showing his hand.
giandaivanu3-3-1b Gian: Even then, though…

I pat Giulio, who’d been standing there moaning, on the shoulder, bringing Giulio back to the presence.  I give his surprised expression a wink before saying,

giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: …the whole beating up the GD bit doesn’t change, right?  …Let’s have a go, Mad Dog.
giuliodaivan2-2-2 Giulio: Signor … Gian…!
giandaivanu1-3-2 Gian: Don’t go teary eyed on me!  I’m so scared I’m on the verge of soiling my pants here!


Giulio: It will … be all right…  I will … protect Signor Gian.

giandaivanu2-5-2 Gian: Your job’s the killing part, right?  …Or that’s what I’d like to say, but … it’s all on you.  And that’s that, Bernardo!


Bernardo clasps his fingers together and buries his face in them…

berndaivanc4-4-2 Bernardo: Sigh…  Do you think I – in my position – can approve of this?
giandaivanu3-3-1b Gian: There’s no way I’m just gonna stay cooped up here like a scared bunny.

Bernardo looks down again before heaving a sigh.

berndaivanc2-1-2 Bernardo: Once it gets dangerous, retreat immediately.  Just promise that, all right?
giuliodaivan5-1-1 Giulio: I … understand.  I will definitely keep Signor Gian safe…
luchidaivan4-6-1 Luchino: Dang you all, I can’t be the only one to drop out now.  Use the car and driver I came here with.
luchidaivan1-2-1 Luchino: My men are capable as well.  He should be able to keep a watch on the car when you’re in the Bronx, no problem.
giandaivanu2-5-1 Gian: Thanks.  Sorry for all this, Bernardo.  Luchino.

…Everything’s settled now.

giandaivanu2-1-1 Gian: You wouldn’t happen to have a spare or something of this map, would you?

I rub my hands, and Bernardo in response calls over someone, who then digs through one of the shelves filled with documents and pulls out some kind of notebook, which he brings over.

A page shoomphs out from the worn pages.


Bernardo: A copy of the Bronx east district map.  When you’re done with it, burn it.

giandaivanu2-2-1 Gian: Thanks a bunch.  …You fine with this?  There’s scribbles all over this thing.


Bernardo: It was the cheat sheet I’d squirreled away on how to earn a big fat goose egg.  I’d dabbled in the Bronx reconstruction and land speculation.  The results … well, you already know about that.

luchidaivan4-4-1 Luchino: If we can bring the area under CR:5 control once again, we may be able to take another look into it.


berndaivanc1-2-1 Bernardo: I’m filled with hope for our prolonged life now.  …We can’t lose this war.
giandaivanu1-9-1 Gian: With you guys?  We’re winning this.  I’m throwing all my chips in on us.  Why don’t you give it a shot, too?
luchidaivan5-2-2 Luchino: Haha…  The Lucky Dog, huh.  Guess we have to go through with it.  It’s time to make the dealer shed some sad tears now.

Luchino beams a dashing smile and snaps, and like it’s some sort of signal we all move into action.  Bernardo looks into some files and picks up a receiver.

Luchino gives some order to his men with another phone.  And … Giulio and I flicker a glance towards each other…


Giulio: Let … us go.  We can finish it before pranzo today as well.

giandaivanu3-15-2 Gian: Yeah, and lunch today’s on me.  I’ll take you to a place that’ll fill you up with a single dime.


giuliodaivan5-5-1b Giulio: Yes…!

Giulio’s small but super ecstatic smile.  We move out.  It kinda feels like we’re two kids heading out to see a baseball game.


We’re heading into the crazy bad district of Daivan filled full of gangsters who’d like nothing more than to see us minced and diced, lying in wait in numbers enough to hold their own soccer game.

Usually, it’s a place I’d turn tail and run from in a heartbeat.  But, why…?  It’s not quite desperation, kinda like a strange confidence, and kinda like a conviction.

Is it because I’d seen Giulio’s power?  Or is it because that Lucky Star that’s been twinkling over my head since the moment I was born’s giving me a thumbs up right now?

…We can do this.  And, well, if things go bad, we run ASAP.

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luchidaivan4-2-1 Luchino: We’re counting on you.  I’ll be waiting at the usual store.

Luchino’s Subordinate A: I will be driving you to the Bronx.  This way…

Down in the lot behind the hotel, I borrow Luchino’s man and car.  The Chevrolet taking us to the Bronx comes with its own cabbie.

Even Luchino’s men are a mob of dashing gents.  And now, for us Mafia…


…hunting season’s just getting rolling.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. xluckydog
    Jul 27, 2014 @ 17:52:33

    The city, filled with nothing but old and ruins, had started getting filled with penniless unemployed and illegal immigrants, and in no time at all it’d turned into the lawless zone.

    Correction: *The city, filled with nothing but old ruins, had started getting filled with penniless, unemployed and illegal immigrants, and in no time at all it’d(I think it should be ”it’ll”) turn into the lawless zone.



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