Donnie sat inside the briefing room, his feet propped up on the table. It'd be another five minutes or so before the chief got here to tell him his new case. He sighed and ran his fingers through his short, wavy black hair. His hazel eyes flashed open as he heard the door open, he dropped his feet simultaneously with the door being opened. He smiled as he realized it was only a janitor.

"Sorry," the janitor said as he walked back out through the door.

I wonder what they have planned for me this time he thought. They had finally begun to respect him in this force. He moved to New York when he was really young, and hated it. If it weren't for his passion for being a police officer, he would probably move out to the country somewhere and live on a farm. He sighed as he heard the noises of the city lift into the window. He was only on the third floor of the building so the sounds were very loud.

As the chief entered the room, Donatello rose to shake his hand. "Good afternoon, sir." He said, grasping firmly onto his hands.

"Hello, sargeant Porter," he said, nodding gently. "This is sargeant Hymes and sargeant Michaels" He said gesturing to the two men that Donatello had just noticed followed the chief in. "Have a seat, gentlemen," the chief finally finished and gestured towards the seat around him.

Taking his seat Donatello awaited for the briefing of their new case. "Well, this new case is very important," the chief said in a serious tone, not taking a seat himself. He bit down on his lip and smiled at the boys around him, "We have been trailing the Vizzini family and we have reason to believe that they are a part of a large drug ring and are a modern day Mafia," he said, and paused only for a moment continuing with "We need to get someone on the inside to make catch them red handed, so to speak." He turned towards Donatello and said "That's where you come in Donnie," He said and rubbed his eyes "We need you to be our mole."

Donatello's mouth dropped. They wanted him to basically be the main key in this case?

The black Mecedes rolled to a halt. All four doors opened and the suits stepped out. Three men in black armani ensambles. The two in the front of the car were tall, broad and obvious guns. Their black hair was ruffled and their tan skin was marred by ugly white scars. The result of various fights no doubt.

The rear passenger was tall and slender, his suit was slightly ruffled, like he'd slept in it, as was his blue streaked hair. He didn't bear any scars, but he made no effort to hide his guns. A half smoked ciggerette rested between his lips as he surveyed the building. His fingers withdrew the white stick and flicked the sunglasses down from his head, shading his eyes. Much better.

As for the fourth door? A woman emerged from that, a few years younger than the males, but there was something about her that made her seem older. Dressed casually in a white pleated skirt, top and jacket, she brushed her long black ringlets from her eyes and turned to gaze over the car at her brother. "You should toss that." She told him in Itallian as she closed the door.

He paused, then obeyed, flicking the cigerette to the floor and crushing it beneath his heel as she walked to his side. She nodded her approval and headed into the warehouse, her brother following a step behind her and the two guns behind him.

Donnie had his orders, and the two other officers, Michaels and Hymes were the ones he was supposed to report to. He kept wondering why suddenly they had decided to give him such an important case.It's probably because I'm Italian... he thought in his head. And smirked as the he parked his car outside a small resteraunt. He was supposed to enagage the family and this was their place. He got out of the car, it was a crappy car but it was the only unmarked vehicle the police station had. He wore a suit and carried a gun under his jacket. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes.

This will be difficult, he thought as he walked up to the resteraunt door trying to get inside a family of Italian family is difficult enough, let alone when that family is rooted in crime... he opened the door.

The warehouse was bustling with activity. Men in masks scurried about their buisness, not even daring to look at the Vizzinis as they entered. This was routine. The foursime made their way through the room, to the office above. Here sat several clear packages of white powder, on the desk of a rather large old man.

Carlos sauntered to the desk, flicked out his pocket knife and made a small incission in one of the packages, bringing the blade to his nose, covered in the powder. Holding one nostril closed he sniffed all the powder. Blinked, then nodded.

The other two men collected the packages, while she tossed the mens wages to the old man. The foursome left without word. The packages being laid in the trunk of the car and they drove away.

Their next stop was the Vizzini Resturant.

Leaving the packages in the car, the foursome entered the resturant through the back door. Calling in Itallian, Carlina told whoever was listening that she was hungry. Half dragging her brother She sat down in one of the booths. The other two men disapeared in the back room.

Donnie stepped inside the resteraunt and breathed in the almost entoxicating smell of Italian rushing up his nostrils. He sighed and sat down at a table, he knew that once the waitress came he had to first make sure she was a Vizzini and then engage her in a conversation and hopefully drop enough hints that he had a seller interested in business with the Vizzinis.

He crossed his hands on the table and studied the resteraunt. It wasn't common for the Vizzinis to hire someone outside the family so he was positive his waitress would be one to talk to. He sat there, hands crossed and pondered how he would get the conversation started.

A waitress appeared with a glass of water which she deposited in front of Carlos before heading towards Donnie. "What can I get you?" She asked, taking out the order pad.

He smiled and nodded "I would like to get the spaghetti with meatballs and a side order of garlic bread and some water to drink, please." He knew how he was going to engage her in a conversation, but it would have to wait until after his meal. He ran his fingers through his hair, rubbing his temples slightly. He was comfortable, although he should have been scared out of his witts. He didn't have the usual thoughts like about them knowing by his looks he was a police officer. He was confident he would be suave enough to get into the inner circle of the Vizzini family.

She nodded, jotting the order in her pad and walking back to the kitchen to place the order.Avoiding the glass of water suddenly thrown across the room and shattering on the opposite wall. "Carlos!" She yelled, only to get a stream of insults back that made her ears burn.

Carlina growled and his words ended in a yelp as she punched him in the arm. He quietened down but continued to mumble something about a drink.

Donnie's eyes widened, he wasn't really surprised but he acted as such to keep the feeling of himself being a neutral party. He blinked several times before leaning back in his chair, the two at the table were obviously part of the family, or else they would have been thrown out of the resteraunt. He turned to them and studied their faces, he'd gotten a few profiles from the briefing but he didn't recognize the girl. The man named Carlos, however, he did recognize. Donnie tried to look away quickly, realizing he was staring.

Carlina rose to her feet "Sorry for the disruption. Please accept a discount." She told Donnie in a thickly laced accent. Then she headed back into the kitchen. Carlos turned to look at Donnie and nrrowed his eyes. Clearly he wasn't in his right mind. Carlina returned a moment later with a glass of wine which she handed over to Carlos with a hushed warning in Itallian that sounded a lot like if he threw that one she would hurt him.

Carlos didn't seem to pay any attention to her as he took the glass. She sighed. What kind of fools put an addict in charge of drugs?

Donnie only nodded, it was obvious they would have to be the people he talked to. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the table, sureveying the resteraunt again, as though he was looking for eavesdroppers. He said "Excuse me," and smiled "I have a friend who is in the resteraunt business," his smile slowly faded "And he is interested in selling..." He paused to see if they would catch on or not.

Both pairs of dblack eyes turned their focus to him. Studying him. There was a strong feeling that they were assessing him. The moments pause between he end of his speaking to their reply was nerve wrecking... or at least it was easy to envision most people standing here reduced to a quivering mass. "Really?" Carlina spoke slowly, her tone telling him to tell her more as her hand casually motioned for him to sit "And why are we interested?" Her smile was dangerous.

His hands placed the glass on the table and suddenly he seemed to sober up. His eyes suddenly snapped into harsh focus and one hand vanished beneath the table. He didn't smile.

Donnie had the sneaking suspicion that he was supposed to be intimidated, but after years in service he was hardly ever intimidated. He returned her smile, a friendly smile and took a sit. "Well, he's been in the resteraunt business for years," he said and formulated how else he would word it in his head, improvising apparently wasn't such a good idea. He paused and hoped they would think him being intimidated and not unable to formulate a good lie. He ran his fingers through his hair and started again "Well, it seems that he has not found a satisfactory buyer and he heard through the grapevine that your family, you are Vizzinis are you not?, are very interested buyers." He finsihed, and crossed his hands on the table.

Carlina shrugged "The grapevine can be a very misleading thing." She replied slowly.

Carlos interupted her. "It depends on the properties location. We have no interest in owning an entire block of buildings and nothing anywhere else." He didn't smile. Still. He didn't seem like a very approachable man.

"Well," Donnie stumbled with his words "it's here in the city, but it's in a small location hidden in the eastern side of town" He said, hopeful, "He'd like to work out a deal..." He said, turning to the woman again "But if you're not interested, I'll be on my way." He said and made a move to look as though he was standing up to move back to his table.

She nodded. "Well then, I guess you had better leave an address so we can pay your friend a visit." She replied sweetly. A soft smile playing on her lips. However the smile didnt quite reach her eyes which were already begining to sparkle with intent.

Donnie flashed a smile, and taking a napkin from the table and a pen from his pocket his scribbled some random name and added an address to an old car garage in the middle of town. He slipped the napkin to the young lady and winked gently, running his hands through his hair as he walked back to his table and sat down, only to find his food had already been delivered. He paused, only for a moment, as the thought of poison being slipped into his food passed through his mind.

With a smile she slipped the napkin out of sight "Bene Appetite" Her eyes flickered to the back room and their meal was brought forwards. The waitress having obviously thought it to be wise to wait until the duo had finished their conversation.
((Angels Itallian sucks. Sorry))

((I don't speak Italian at all. xP))

Donnie ate his food, and satisfied he paid his check, getting up to leave. He had to meet up with his chief later to give him a report of how the first encounter. Then, he'd sit down and plan out the new meeting they were sure to have later on. He ran his fingers through his hair and again and flashed a smile in the direction of the Vizzinis again, leaving quickly from the resteraunt, turning to his car and getting in. He sighed as he leaned back into the seats and waited to digest a little bit.

After a short while Carlos seemed to properly sober up from whatever had been affecting him. Taking their time eating the duo began to talk quietly. Over the course of their meal the resturante seemed to grow pretty active as several people all found their way into booths and ordered food.

The duo barely acknowledged him as he left, still discussing whatever it was. The steadily increasing noise of the resturant made it impossable to hear even a word of what was being said between the two.

As Donnie pulled into the station he sat in the car for a minute. Maybe he had gone about this the wrong way, but maybe he hadn't. He would have to see how things worked out later on. Rubbing his hands through his hair, an almost addictive trait of his, he got out of the car and walked into the building. He had nothing substantial to report except that he had possibly gained a meeting with them. Possibly. Possibly was not going to get him anywhere. He sighed as he walked into the chief's office, Michaels was already there, waiting for his report.

"Sit down, Donnie." The chief said, before Donnie had even properly stepped into the room. Obeying, Donnie took the seat on the opposite side of the desk, staring blankly at his chief. Michaels stood beside him, almost as though they were a united front against him. I wonder what the problem is... he thought and sighed.

"We know that you were unable to get a private confrontation with the Vizzinis today and we're thinking..." Donnie stooped him there, flushed with anger.

"I did give them a place we could meet," he hissed, he only kind of did, though he'd have t find a reason to explain his friends absence. "I will stay in the apartment above this old warehouse and await their arrival, you are not going to take me off the case yet." He said and stood up. He knew he was jumping to conclusions but he didn't care, they were always treating him like a rookie.

"Well," The chief said, stunned stupid. Well, stupider, Donnie thought as he ran his fingers through his hair again. "Alright, you can go." And he did, Donnie knew he'd have to go get settled in his new apartment.

The Vizzini siblings left the resturant the same way they had entered. Slipping ominously into their blacked out car and vanishing into the city. They had many errands to do that day, but they did intend to pay a visit to the address hidden in Carlinas pocket.

Their errands took up most of the day and were of a rather shady nature. In fact some were just downright wicked. Needless to say their guns were used, the drugs in the trunk had been scattered through the ranks and was making its way onto the streets. Money had taken its place and the duo were in a pretty good mood.

Carlina pulled out the napkin and unfolded it as the car pulled to a halt outside a newsagents. Her eyes flickered to his. Asking the question. Should they check it out? This was his call.

That fateful nod gave her the go ahead and she recited the address to the driver. A grunt sounded his acknowledgment. A whack on the head with her revolver prompted an instant reply "Sorry sir. Yes sir." The car was urged into gear once more and the direction altered.

The two muscles in the front of the car exchanged hateful glares. They wanted to go home. They wanted to have fun. They did not want Carlina to hit them.

Eventually the car pulled up outside the address.

Donnie had been in the upstairs apartment just above this old warehouse. Looking down at the window he saw a car stopped and could only assume it was the Vizzinis. As he was sitting in a chair in boxershorts and a old t-shirt, he quickly changed into a nice suit. He'd been working on what he would say to the Vizzinis for awhile now and finally had it down. He smiled to himself as he walked down to the warehouse and turned a light on in the office.

The foursome exited the car, the heavies leading the way. Their fingers rested tersely on their weapons. The buisness day was well under way and that usually meant danger. The doors to the office were opened, Carlos and Calrina entered the room, cold, calm and seemingly in charge. They had the money, the guns and the corruption of the city backing them. That made them invinceble.

"We are ready to hear your proposal." She told him through her thick accent. The two burly men flanking the siblings gripped their guns a little tighter. Expecting the worse. That was their job.

Donnie smiled and leaned sat down in the chair behind the desk "Well, unfourtunately we've made a sell." He said, and rested his hands on the back of his head, scratching lightly. "I apologize, but..." he said and leaned forward on the desk "I know many of people who are interesting in selling, if you have time for me to get into contact with them." He was calm, collected and knew exactly everything he planned on saying.