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[Scott Cooper]

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Scott had been mulling over what to say to Michel and Syri for days or weeks even but the more he thought about it the more awkward it got. No it needed to be said and he was in charge so he was going to say it, for the good of the family and as the saying went ‘lay back and think of England’ except this time it was the family blood line but still. Scott was a Cooper not a Palmazio and sure if he ever managed to be lucky enough to have kids he wanted them to be as far away from the family business as he could get them.

Hell he might even put them through police academy himself but for now that was a, well it wasnt even worth thinking about. The two that were worth thinking about were well not together and he was going to have to make them so. In such he had attempted to throw his all into things and do this the right way. He had purchased a house or rather a place that he could look like he was doing business as a businessman. It's numerous bedrooms, en suite bathrooms, living room, kitchen, grand hallways and stair cases. It was a bit too much but then he was in a why not phase. Yeah legitimate and all but it was fancy enough not to have people think twice and in a neighbourhood where the neighbourhood watch was the bored house wife two houses down that paid little attention to anyone but her gardener.

It was strange to think of a house a business premises but it didnt feel like home to him at all. Still he could sleep and eat there and it did its job, kept up appearances. Scott had managed to put on a spread of food for the occasion, it was ordered in but the thought was there as he arranged on the outside seating he had with the house. It was a balcony of sorts but it sported furniture and a table for the various tapas dishes he had chosen. Variety to stomach the conversation he was about to have.

The invitations to his new home had been sent out and he was expecting Michel and Syri promptly as he arranged a few bottles of various alcohols too. If in doubt reach for the bottle, it sterilised wounds, numbed pain and made awkward conversations... well a lot less awkward. He had special ordered two bottles of Russia’s finest Vodka for the occasion as well just so they both had a leaving gift to maybe help things on the way that sat on the table labelled for each of them.

Alongside the small pink and blue boxes he had purchased and wrapped in a moment of sadistic madness, they contained various baby spoons, bibs, soothers and so on but still. He had labelled them in equal amounts for each party so the message was going to get across to them somehow. He was going to make his point as he sat there patiently in his suit trousers and dark blue shirt enjoying the sunshine. This was going to be one hell of a day.

Tag: Michelangelo Palmazio & Assyria Palmazio

[Assyria Palmazio]

[presto] ⚕ Scott Cooper Michelangelo Palmazio ⚕ Assyria was not accustomed to being “summoned” by anyone. Cooper had started this whole invitation, summoning thing when he had taken control of the family affairs. It still didn’t make sense to her. Palmazio’s daughter had screwed everything up, and she was still breathing. One worse is that Syri couldn’t touch her. Cooper didn’t know the half of the family affairs and was doing things… well what she saw as his way. He’d never even been married to a Palmazio or related to one. Yet being the brother in law of a former Palmazio, she didn’t see why had what should belong to Michelangelo. Sure her first husband was the one who was supposed to be the head of things but Galacio had done something stupid and passed the line through his only ‘daughter’ who wasn’t really his daughter at all. Syri didn’t get over things as easily as the other family members and while she had a close working relationship with Cooper, she wasn’t really sure what to make of some of his orders. Though Syri knew better than to shoot her mouth off if she wanted to stay in the families favor. Syri knew that Michel had got the same invitation. So, she had decided that arriving alone was… less than adequate. Besides, it would give the two Palmazio’s something to complain about on the ride over. Though that was not something that Cooper was going to catch wind of, no Syri would make sure of that. The point remained however that she disliked being summoned like she was an animal. OOC Notes [/presto]

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

An invitation – and Michael used that word loosely, since he didn't really have much of a choice, if he wanted to keep on living – to Cooper's house got his blood boiling. It gnawed at him that someone who didn't carry the Palmazio name could order him around like a common thug for hire. The family business should have been his to run. In the end, he'd been screwed over by Galacio. Stupid old man.

Michael parked the Italian-made Maserati, but remained in the car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. He needed to take another minute to vent before the two assassins went inside to confront whatever nefarious idea Cooper had cooked up this time. Mostly because his gut feeling told him he wasn't going to like it. He rarely did. Such things were bound to happen when he wasn't the one calling the shots. "One day this empire will be mine. And we won't answer to Cooper."

Exiting the vehicle, Michael refrained from slamming the door shut and storming around to the other side. He would have to put on his best police face for Cooper. Might as well start now. Even if Michael spent the time thinking about the best way to arrange an unfortunate accident – all while smiling his charming smile. Nothing wrong with imagining. About what his first order would entail. If Cooper were out of the picture, Michael would send Syri to put a bullet square between Marilyn's eyes. Hunting Galacio's biggest mistake down would bring him no small amount of satisfaction.

That was tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after. This was today. And today he and Syri needed to present a united front. Walking around the front of the car, Michael opened the opposite door and helped Syri to her feet. Call him old-fashioned, but that was the way his parents had taught him – a lesson Richard had never taken to heart. "Shall we?" Michael asked, escorting Syri to the front door and ringing the doorbell once.

Assyria Palmazio , Scott Cooper

[Scott Cooper]

Scott had never overly wanted the family business; no he was content living contract to contract. Doing his own thing and not being bothered with the bigger family picture until it became his problem the minute Mark got himself killed and Marilyn managed to get herself involved with the CPD. If Mark had only been nicer to her, even cared for her and done things the right way the family might not be the way it was now. The Palmazio’s might have it and he could do his own thing like before but now, no now he had to work things out and get two people to do something without killing either one of them.

He was used to the hands on approach, nothing a bullet couldn’t fix or an hour in a steel container but this. This had to be done right and ordered because otherwise there was no family to pass it on to. Any family he had he wanted as far away from this business as possible as he had already made a truce with CPD and he was trying to win over a woman who likely thought him a monster for even doing half of what he did on a daily basis.

Now was the perfect time for a Palmazio baby and if either one of them said no, then sure he might have ways to fix that. Lock them in a room together and wait for the inevitable or the various other options he had but first he wanted to try the polite way to broach the most awkward of conversations. To be civil with assassins and killers before laying out the ‘yeah no is not an option’ conversation he doubtless might be having.

Scott glanced up when he heard the door bell, let the games begin he thought as he pushed himself up from the comfort of the garden furniture. He moved swiftly though the house before he pulled open the front door, the well practiced smile on his face glad to see they were both present and hadn’t flouted his polite invitation. “Thank you for coming.” Scott said politely before he stood back and waved them in making sure to look around outside out of habit. Tails, tag a longs no just the two of them were needed for this conversation. “Please come inside, I’ve got drinks and food out on the patio area.” Scott said as he motioned them through, “So what do you think to the new place? Good or awful, I’m still undecided.” He added figuring at idle chit chat although useless might ease the situation given he wasnt the sort to care what others thought about a place he could barely call home.

Tag: Assyria Palmazio, Michelangelo Palmazio

[Assyria Palmazio]

[presto] ⚕ Scott Cooper Michelangelo Palmazio, ⚕ Assyria was loyal to the Palmazio family and things have gotten complicated in recent years. She should have never have folded her empire for someone who never cared much for her. Thought he feeling was mutual. Richard had been the key to unlocking a niche in the family. Now look it where left her, people saw her as the matriarch. Parenting was not why she was still here. Syri most certainly didn’t like being offered a hand. Chivalry was… oh what the hell, if it kept Michel from becoming further agitated she could entertain his escort. Spoiled and pampered was another, being a trophy was most certainly on her list of things to be. This was getting old, but this was the family she’d been introduced into. Small talk. The first thing Cooper did, it made Assyria agitated but she held a small and convincing smile. If she wasn’t good at holding her emotions, they she wouldn’t be very good at her job. Syri just offered a nod in acknowledgement that she was being spoken too. Assyria in general was not a very outspoken person unless she was baiting someone. If anyone was making this meeting any less confusing or uneasy, it was not Cooper. Oh why had she chosen to stay in the family’s favor? It most certainly was not worth going down burning instead of thriving. Then again… her loyalty is what kept her alive. There was no half loyalties lying around. Except her loyalty was to Michel and and his family. Not to cooper. OOC Notes [/presto]

THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY

[Michelangelo Palmazio]

Michael wasn't in the mood for small talk – not with Cooper and not here. Just being in Scott's home made his skin crawl, but a polite smile could serve many purposes. He was already using it to mask the fact he wanted to put a bullet square between the other man's eyes. Now Michael was also using it to hide his distaste for a place so intimately familiar to the man he so despised. Michael would not be drawn into this game. "I doubt you called us both here to talk about your house. We don't do interior design, unless you want your walls painted a nice, new shade of red."

Because, to put it bluntly, he and Syri were killers. Give them a target to set their sights on and they would make the problem go away. There was a reason both were among the best in their line of work. The only thing Michael found the least bit strange was having this conversation in Cooper's home. "You don't need to entertain us. We should skip the small talk and get right down to business instead. I assume you want someone removed from the picture. Perhaps even multiple someones."

Cooper just needed to provide them with the details and then they could both be on their way. Michael glanced over at Syri. There was little chance he could read her, if she were attempting to be as polite as he was, but that didn't stop him from trying. Her smile was every bit as convincing as he'd suspected. Michael briefly wondered what she was thinking about all of this before returning his attention to Cooper. "You want us to make it look like an accident, or would you prefer us to send a more overt message?"

Following Cooper onto the back patio, Michael observed that Scott had definitely gone above and beyond the usual business meeting. Maybe more than the normal assassination. Okay, those little food skewers did look pretty good, but no. He wouldn't give Cooper the satisfaction by indulging – even just a little.

Assyria Palmazio , Scott Cooper

[Scott Cooper]

Scott just smiled at Syri’s nod, he knew she was a woman of few words and compared to some that was a good thing yet all he could think was I wonder how many ways she is thinking about killing me right now. He knew it would only get worse once the truth of the meeting came out but then it was all the grand game of chess, play for the long game and hope that it works out in his favour. Scott had never been the management type and taking on this bundle of joy from his brother Mark was like being scorched for doing something wrong in his mind.

Working with assassins showing any weakness in that, yeah he knew enough to be smiles and throw his weight around a little which was why he was attempting to create the next generation of baby assassins. After all Michel and Syri they would surely have a super assassin together, the sort of child that knew the way of the world by nine and by their early twenties would likely have a list of things under their belt. He noticed the polite smiles that meant that none of them were particular comfortable with the entire meeting.

“Glad to hear that some things never change Michel but no red isn’t my colour unless I’m being paid to paint it red myself.” Scott said as he glanced at the walls “But you’re right, this isn’t about design choice.” He in a sense wished it was because that would just make things a whole less awkward and he could be certain that by the end of the meeting he would have his fingers and toes intact. Scott couldnt help but laugh at the words of removing someone from the picture, yeah not that kind of job he thought though he could only chuckle and smile at the two of them.

Then came the choices as to how it would look and what message to send, given his mind set for what he wanted to happen that was all kinds of shades of wrong. No he wasnt even interested in imagining that scene though to by a fly on the wall once they discussed it that would be entertainment he was sure. When Scott walked out onto the back patio he waved his hand for them to take a seat. “Look, we’re all friends or family here so I’m going to be brutally honest.” Scott said as he motioned to the food and alcohol there. “Eat and drink because for what I want to say you might need it.” He added not sure if he could stress that point enough.

“Now you’ve a bottle of Russia’s finest vodka each there.” Scott said pointing to them, “Drink it if you want to or have to but it’s yours as a gift. With love of course from yours truly.” So yes he was being a complete ass about the entire conversation but really he only got to say this once and once only. “Now I want you to pick a gift each, blue for the gentleman and pink for the lady... open it and tell me what you think.” He said knowing the various pieces of baby toys, soothers, bottles, bibs and so forth they all contained. “Then we can get down to the business of ‘the job’ I’d like you to complete.” Scott said with a grin on his face as he leaned forward to take a chicken skewer from the table, both weapon and tasty. A match made in heaven he thought as he watched the two of them carefully.

Tag: Assyria Palmazio & Michelangelo Palmazio

[Assyria Palmazio]

[presto] ⚕ Scott Cooper & Michelangelo Palmazio ⚕ Syri was hardly one for commenting on most occasions. Gifts weren’t exactly her thing either. So really Scott was failing in every department. The pink color? Repulsive, there was no other word for it. She was so much better off at this point letting Michel do the talking for both of them. Assyria had never appreciated the way the Palmazio empire had consolidated things. It had fallen into foreign hands when there was family who was more than willing to step up. The assets belonged to the family, not to some third party brother of a should have been don. Assyria put her arm through Michel’s to give a more united front than anything else. Whatever Michel had to say she was more or less going to stand by. She would be loyal to the Palmazio family. Her loyalty did not necessarily extend to Cooper. No good could come of this when he mentioned she might NEED the vodka. Assyria was well aware of the fact that she drank a good bit of the stuff anyway. So really that stuff was more of an addiction than anything else. The otherwise silent Polish woman glanced up. “być politycznym nie głupcem” (be political not foolish) Syri whispered into Michel’s ear though it appeared she was more or less doting on him. Syri was very acute to what she was doing. She knew Polish was not in Scott’s arsenal but in Michel’s. She also wasn’t known for using English. Polish, Italian, and Russian were her to go languages though she spoke several others. English was simply not a passable language for her. It sounded more like a two year old trying to sound out words. Though she understood it perfectly, her ability to speak it back was very limited. OOC Notes [/presto]

THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY