Posted 04 May 2011 - 02:15 AM
Sorry for the abscence, boys. If there's one thing I've learned about this city? If it ain't one thing, it's a damn 'nother. As some of the remaining active assassins may be aware, I used to do hits for the Lupisella family. Except, during my absence, they left me to rot. We've been on a real murder spree lately to prevent opposition from a rebellious faction within the family. Mark Lupisella's son had the brilliant idea of pinning the murders all on me. And something maybe happened to him. Maybe...22 calibers 'o lead. Unfortunately, the killing has only drawn more heat to my end. Knowing I have no more allies in this city, I successfully defected to the Irish American Killers, knowing they've got a force in prison that could protect me if I go away. I even painted my Blista Compact green in celebration. Unfortunately, like all good things. My reign of terror may come to an end. My remaining allies lack the sophistication to deadlock a jury. We have the jury pool, and as much as I (occassionally) detest murders of innocent people, it's the only way out of this rut. I'll need your help, expect a pool of juror's/targets soon. But before that takes place, I decided I'd have one last kill as a free man. You know, in case I go away.
I didn't know much about Otto. But if there's one thing I know, it ain't hard to fit in with Russians. Just cover up half the face, spray your car black, and pretend to support communism. Something like that. Unfortunately, this hit took up most my day. I can safely say I passed half this city on my path to Otto. Pimps, whores, pushers, bums, sex addicts, sick, killers. It's the worst in Hove Beach. It's a lawless town. On my first trip to the porno store, a Russian man threatened to molest a nearby woman. As police-wary as I am, I had to give it to him with a bat. You couldn't recognize. I did my best to hide the body in the desk, but we may have problems later. I had to flee for a couple hours after cops swarmed the neighborhood. On my next visit I came in ambulance, fully disguising myself as a doctor. And there he was. I had no time to put the fear in to him with my new duds. And I didn't want to. Say what you want about a guy like this, but he was once a hitman. Any hitman knows when he's marked for death, and he showed no fear. I decided on a finishing line. "This is for you, Otto!", and popped him in the head with a combat pistol. Clean, and serene. I pretended to have rushed over to treat the wound. In Hove Beach, nobody suspects anything. Nobody asks questions. Farewell, Otto Blankenship.
Otto Blankenship - deceased.
Pedochu - indicted for many murders