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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.






giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: The die’s already been cast, right?

I feel a wave of hysteric desperation.  …No, this’s a bit different.  I feel like I’m riding on something of a high, and I laugh.

giandaivanu4-4-2 Gian: We’ve already gotten this far.  No sorries, no white flags anymore.  We’ve got no choice but to push on forward.  This is war to the death!  …Don’t worry.  If it’s Giulio … and me…!  We can do it!!
giandaivanu3-15-2 Gian: …’s what I’m thinking, sooo… whaddaya think?
giuliodaivan2-1-2 Giulio: Signor … Gian…


Bernardo and Luchino gape at me and Giulio like they’d just discovered pages missing from the book they’d been reading … and then they face each other and start cracking up.

luchidaivan5-2-2 Luchino: Haha, you sure put it simple.  But … you are right in that if we’re going to strike, this would be the best time.
berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: Should large numbers of GD gangsters move into the Bronx, then … we have the artillery to remove them.  …It’s true that if we strike now, just captains may be…

Again, Bernardo looks off somewhere, sharp eyes pinpointed like there’s something concerning that only he can see.

luchidaivan4-2-1 Luchino: Well, even so, just the two of you’s not enough.  I’ll have Ivan bring a few of his more reckless hard-assed punks over—
giandaivanu2-11-2 Gian: …No, we’ll pull it off.  We show our hand too flashily, we might end up accidentally throwing the fight to the opponent.
giuliodaivan1-3-1 Giulio: On the other hand, if we were to lie in wait … then we may be able to launch a surprise attack.


Bernardo: Don’t we have a pair of comic book heroes here.


berndaivanc4-3-2 Bernardo: … However … then there’s me, who wants to rely on it despite everything.  If this were a mere test on textbook war strategy, this would earn a big goose egg, though…
giandaivanu3-15-1 Gian: Wanna toss your chips in with Mad Dog Giulio and the Lucky Dog?  The roulette’s still spinning, so you can still make it.

Bernardo ponders …  glances at the clock in the room…

berndaivanc2-1-1 Bernardo: Luchino, sorry to ask this of you right after you just lent me the money, but … how many soldiers do you have that can mobilize immediately?
luchidaivan4-4-2 Luchino: The chauffeur I’m using and two others.  If it’s tonight, I could have about ten men ready, but…
berndaivanc4-6-2b Bernardo: Sorry, but could you lend your free men to Gian?  One will drive them there and the others will be in the case of emergency retreat.
giandaivanu2-5-2c Gian: Sorry.  That helps us a bunch.  All the cabbies’d be scared stiff and wouldn’t go near the Bronx.

…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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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Aibrean
    Feb 06, 2013 @ 17:14:36

    Omg, is that an image of Bernardo without his glasses on? He looks a lot younger. Like, by 5 years. He should take them off more often 🙂



  2. Sye216
    Feb 08, 2013 @ 14:41:38

    Bernardo’s eyes without his glasses are very intense…



  3. Britches
    Feb 08, 2013 @ 16:52:37

    yesssssSSS spread teh Bernie love good good



  4. Li
    Feb 17, 2013 @ 16:14:21

    I’m back. It”s been a while since I last commented.
    Found something while I was reading:
    […Those eyes look kind of like the ones of dog that’s done something wrong and knows it…] <– '…of a dog…'
    PS I agree that Bernardo looks better without his glasses. I was startled when I saw the first pic of him without glasses.



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