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 Post Posted: Tue, December 26th 2006 06:56pm    Post subject: Corleone Mall
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"I believe in the Alliance," the small man sitting before the desk said, an undertone of self disbelief in his voice.

"The Alliance has made my fortune, and I raised my daughter in the Alliance fashion. I gave her freedom, but, I taught her never to dishonour her family. She found a boyfriend; an Imperial. She went to the movies with him; she stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey. And then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honour. So they beat her, like an animal. When I went to the hospital, her nose was a'broken. Her jaw was a'shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life, beautiful girl. Now she will never be beautiful again."

He was visibly shaking in the chair as he quickly broke down. The figure behind the desk made a slight gesture with his hand and a small glass of a golden coloured liquid was passed to the small man by yet another man seated near a window.

"I am sorry," He continued, "I, I went to Alliance Security, like a good citizen. These two boys were brought to trial. The judge sentenced them to three years in prison, suspended sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool. And those two bastard, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, "for justice, we must go to Don Corleone.""

The figure behind the desk readjusts his seating so that his face is in the bright light seeping in through the partially opening window. The breeze from the window brings with it the smells and sounds of a party of some kind outside, "Why did you go to Security? Why did you not come to me first?"

The small man replied, "What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do."

The man behind the desk, whose name is apparently Don Corleone, leans back slightly and continues to stroke the small grey kitten in his hands, "And what is that?"

The man lowers his gaze for a moment before Don Corleone places his elbow near the desk, his index and second finger pointed at his ear with a slight curve.

The smaller man quietly gets out of the chair and walks around the desk and whispers something incomprehensible into the Don's ear.

Don Corleone leans back again and replies, "that I cannot do."

The small man quickly returned to his seat, "I'll give you anything you ask."

Don Corleone shrugged slightly and said, "We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you came to me for counsel. For help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. And you were afraid to be in my debt."

The small man lowered his gaze once more, his shoes must be very interesting at this point, and he replied, "I did not want to get into trouble."

Don Corleone nodded slowly, stroking the kitten once more and slowly sipping his own drink with his other hand, "I understand. You found paradise in the Alliance, had a good trade, made a good living. The security forces protected you; and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend of me. But now you come to me and you say -- "Don Corleone give me justice." -- But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder, for money."

The small man shook his head violently, "I ask you for justice!"

The Don shook his head slowly, "this is not justice. Your daughter is still alive."

The small man thought for a second, a very brief second, "then they suffer, as she suffers." He pauses... for dramatic effect or something, "How much shall I pay you?"

Corleone stood slowly, keeping the kitten in his grasp as he stepped closer to the window, outside the wedding festivities are well under way, "Bonasera... Bonasera... What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? Had you come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And that by chance if an honest man such as yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you."

The small man, whose name appears to be Bonasera stood and stepped closer to the Don, "Be my friend..." he gingerly kisses the other mans hand with a bow, "Godfather...?"

Corleone shrugs ever so slightly, "good." As Bonasera rises he deposits the kitten on the window sill and gently drapes his arm around Bonasera's shoulders, "some day, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day... accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day."

Bonasera smiles and nods, only just resisting from jumping for joy, "Gratzie Godfather."

Corleone waves him off uttering the phrase, "prego." and Bonasera leaves the room.

Corleone then turns to the man that passed Bonasera the drink, The Don's consiliergi Tom Hagan, "Give this to Clamenza.I want reliable people; people that aren't gonna be carried away. I'm mean, we're not murderers, despite of what this undertaker says."


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 Post Posted: Tue, December 26th 2006 09:49pm    Post subject:
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Corleone Mall-Garden

Picture the scene. In the centre of a large rectangular garden is a paved patio area, of the finest marble sandstone. Around it, pillars adorned with fancy lights and decorations. Around the patio are tables and chairs shielded from the harsh sun by large umbrellas.
Towards the far hedge, for that is how the garden is fenced, is a barbecue and buffet table with salads and drinks from all over the cosmos.

The Corleone family gathers around one of the larger tables for a family photo. Michael and his sister Sophie seated on the chairs. Anthony and Maria, their two children, seated behind them on the table. Tom Hagen to the left of Michael. Sonny Corleone, Michael's older brother, to the right of Sophie. Michael looked around, "where's my father? Where is Vito?"
Sonny shrugged, "It's early, he'll be here."
Michael replied, "We're not taking this photo without him."
Sonny groaned and Tom looked up, "what's wrong Sonny?"
Sonny rolled his eyes as the photo part dispersed, "It's papa."

Michael and Sophie mingle with the guests of the party, each guest wearing their best clothes, until finally Michael arrives at the patio. It seems that the patio had been converted to a dance floor and Maria, the newlywed daughter of Michael rushed up to him, "Dance with me papa."
Michael smiled, "perhaps another time sweetheart..."
Maria pouted her lips and adjusted her shoulders slightly, her head tilting to the side and her eyes wide, like that of a puppy.
Michael looked around him, helplessly outnumbered by the awaiting patrons he smiled to his daughter and took her hand as she lead him out onto the dance floor.
The band began to play a slow waltz, a dance Michael has known all his life, to a piece of music Michael has known all his life. Forward, two, three. Backward, two, three. Michael and Maria waltzed around the patio with a liquid flow, as if professional dancers.

Maria's white gown flowed as it reflected the sun like a Corusca gem in the sand of a beach. Dancing even closer to her father Maria felt Michael's heart beat with her cheek, it was slow, rhythmic with a somewhat whimsical quality, like the music playing in the background, "You dance well papa."

Michael smiled to no one in particular as his daughter snuggled into his chest as they danced, "I've been dancing to this song since... oh long before I met your mother."

Maria clenched her father's hand slightly tighter. Not visible but enough for Michael to notice, "tell me about her papa, once more about my mother."
Michael nodded and the waltz wound down. The father and daughter left the dance floor to their seats near the hedge.

Unbeknownst to them, on the other side of the hedge, operatives from Alliance Security were prowling around the speeders parked outside the Corleone Mall. Called such because it used to be a large shopping centre before Vito Corleone bought it and transformed it into his quaint little mansion. The operatives were recording the registry numbers of all the speeders in the area.

Coming out for a cigarra Tom Hagen, stepped up behind one of them and coughed, scaring the poor lad into dropping his datapad.
Tom picked it up and smirked, "get outta here. It's my kid sister's wedding. Go on get."

As the operatives ran from the scene, having seen two burly men exit the Mall's main gate, Tom muttered to himself, "damn Alliance don't respect nothin..."

Michael smiled, "and that is how we first met. All those years ago." He coughed softly, "Now, sweetheart, go to your husband."
Maria returned the smile, "I love you papa."
Michael nodded, "I love you too Maria."
Maria skipped off to find her husband.

Before too long the main gate of the Mall opened again, this time a young woman entered.

Every head turned. Every male's mouth dropped.
Tom's wife Bette turned to him, "Is that Linda Bengtzing?"
Tom nodded, "sure. Wanna meet her?"
Bette looked at him, shocked, "How do you know Linda Bengtzing?"
Tom shrugged, "Michael helped her out early in her career."
Bette nodded, "how?"
Tom sat back in his chair and said, "when she was first starting out, she was contracted to a TV executive. And her career was going so well, so she wanted out. She came to Michael for help, so he went to the executive and offered him one hundred thousand credits to release her bond. He refused. So the next day Michael went to see him again, only this time he took Luca Brasi with him, and he got Linda released for a lump sum of one thousand credits."
Bette gasped in disbelief, "how did he manage that?"
Tom shrugged, "Michael made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Bette smiled, "and what does that mean?"
Tom sipped his drink and replied, "It means that Luco Brasi pressed the end of a blaster against the executive's head and Michael assured him that either his signature or his liquified brains would be on that contract."
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Luca stepped up next to Michael, Corleone gestured to his ear again and Luca whispered something in a foreign tongue.
Michael nodded and replied, "I'll be there shortly." Luca departed quietly, quite an achievement for a man of his lumbering bulk.

Michael stood at the podeum, having replaced the musical area, "Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to welcome you today to the reception of my daughter Maria Rosa Carmine Corleone and her new husband Carlos Argo Montoya." A brief polite applause, "It tears me apart to know that, not only am I technically losing a daughter... I'm gaining Carlos as a son-in-law."
The guests at the reception all laughed and applauded again, quieting down one notices Carlos laughing hardest of all.
Michael smiles, "I'm not good at making speeches..." this statement was met by several remarks of the contrary from the gathered guests, pushing down and slightly forward with his hands the audience returned to quiet, "It is my place here today to complain about losing my daughter, then to embarrass her in front of her gathered family, both new and old."

Clearing his throat Michael signals to an aide and is passed a rolled up piece of paper. As Michael begins unrolling this piece of paper the audience is astonished to find that it is long enough to reach the ground, bounce down the three steps and roll down the middle aisle past all the guests, "Ok, Maria's life thus far...." Laughter resounds as Michael throws the paper away, "But seriously, Maria is the most important woman in my life, and as such the most precious thing in my life. To her and her new husband I give my undying love and I will feel safe in the knowlege that Carlos is a good man, and would never do anything against Maria.... right Carlos?"

Carlos looks somewhat nervous before Michael smiles, "right Godfather."
Michael smiled larger, "Well, that's all for me, please put your hands together for Linda Bengtzing."
As Michael departed the stage Linda stepped up to the microphone, "I have a special song for our host and Godfather Michael Corleone today, his favourite... hey Mike, where're you going?"
Michael smiled, "Into the kitchen to listen to some Stephanie Swanger songs."
The gathered audience laughed as Michael almost made it to the door leading, not to the kitchen, but to the pool.
Linda put her hands on her hips and replied, "Mikey, it's your favourite song, Sausage written by Sammish."
Michael nods, "exactly, I need a sausage sandwitch, I'll be back!" Michael gives a brief wave to the audience and departs through the heavy ebony door.
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The sharp clicking of heal on marble sandstone slowly came to a stop, "Enjoying the water Miss Jones?"

Looking down at the pool Michael Corleone sees the scantily clad figure of one of Denon's top security agents, "Yes Mister Corleone, quite enjoyable. But I assume you didn't ask me here for a swim."
Michael smiles, "Of course not... How are your feet Miss Jones?"
Looking down Samantha notices a slight bleeding from her feet, "I must have scraped them on the rocks at the bottom..."
Michael nods, "it happens unfortunately." He walks around the edge of the pool to a deck chair and sits down in it, "Miss Jones, I have asked you here for one purpose and one purpose only..."
Samantha nodded, "and what is that purpose?"

Michael sat back in the chair, "Miss Jones, if you had a pest in your house, what would you do?"
Samantha thought for a second, "depends on the pest."
Michael nodded, "Annoying insects. Or a rodent of some kind perhaps."
Samantha replied, "I'd hire an exterminator."
Michael again nodded his head, "And how is a security officer different to a rodent or insect?"
Samantha looked stunned, "I... I don't know what you mean."
Michael stood and walked closer to the pool. His black Naboo leather shoes reflecting the sunlight, "Well, from what I recall. There are many kinds of insects. Some that fly, some that scurry and some that hide pretending to be something they're not. Correct?" He coughs, "it is the same with security officers, one can fly, most of you scurry, but there are the ones pretending to be something they're not. And you are one of the latter Miss Jones."

Samantha looked shocked and attempted to get out of the pool, however Luca had removed the ladder and a duraplast screen was raised a few feet above the pool all around the edge, she was trapped.

Michael turned to Luca, "I want you to fill the cage she is in, just enough so that she'll either drown quickly or wear herself into unconsciousness before drowning. Then drain the excess back into the reservoir."
Luca tilted his large head in a form of a nod and Michael walked towards the kitchen.

Samantha cried out, "So you're just going to leave me here?"
Michael turned back slightly, "I need a sausage sandwitch."
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Don Corleone sat at his desk, "and you're sure that Security has locked everything down?"
Tom shrugged, "a planet the size of Denon is hard to lock down completely with any type of speed. All the places closest to the capital centre have been locked down. And all the Jedi are acting like test rabbits for viagra..."
Michael smiled at the metaphor, "I want our assets on all Alliance planets to be wary. It may be a local event but I can't have everyone being kept off guard."
Tom nodded, "of course, also the Jedi and Security seem to have one target in mind."
The Don gestured for Tom to continue.
"The Solo place," Tom responded somewhat sheepishly.
Corleone nodded and stood up, turning to his window and looking out at the Denon night, "I have a bad feeling about this..."
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Michael turns away from looking out the window at the street. Some children had painted rodents pink and had attached large somewhat unfinished metalic balls to their heads, "What’s wrong with being a lawyer?"

A woman, Michael's first wife Kay is behind him, on the opposite side of the desk, "Nothing, except he doesn’t want it. He loves music, he wants his life to be in music."
Michael nods, "Well music is great. I love music. But he should finish what he started." He pauses, slowly eating a sandwitch, "Anthony..."

A younger man, obviously Anthony stands near the door, "I’m going my own way."
Michael turns to him, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left, "Your own way?"
Anthony nods, making a murmer to signify the affirmative, "Mmm Hmm."
Michael regards him for a moment, "Professional singer?"
Anthony smiles slightly, "That’s right."
Michael nods and sits in the large leather chair on his side of the desk, "And what happens... what happens if you fail?"
Anthony slams his fists down on the desk hard, several papers jump off the desk and land back down again with the force, Kay jumps, "I won’t fail!"

Michael doesn't even flinch, he places the crumby plate on the desk before him, "Men always believe that."
Anthony slumped down into a chair, "I know."
Michael leans back in the chair and rests his left arm on his lap, his right elbow on the top of the wrist of his left hand, his chin resting between the thumb and middle finger with the index on his cheek pointing towards his ear, "If you have a Law degree, you’re taking out insurance. After that you can do whatever you want. You can work for me…"

Anthony stands up and walks around the chair, somewhat angry, "I will never work for you! I have bad memories."
Michael nods, still unmoving, "Every family has bad memories."
Anthony smirks, "I will always be your son. But I will never have anything to do with your business."
Michael nods again, "Anthony, finish the Law degree."
Anthony storms towards the door shouting an indignant. "No."

Kay smirks at Michael, taking Anthony's chair, " Well, that he got from you. That 'no.'"
Michael shook his head, lowering his arms, "You could have helped me to convince him Kay."
Kay laughed, "Oh, convince him of what?"
Michael looked somewhat peeved, "Of what? He throws his life away. He throws greatness away."
Kay shook her head at him, "This is greatness? You know Michael, now that you’re so respectable I think you’re more dangerous than you ever were. In fact, I preferred you when you were just a common Cosa Nostra hood."

Michael smirked, "Kay, now can we talk common sense here?"
Kay nodded slightly, "All right."
Michael nodded in reply, "Okay."
Kay smiles and replies grimly, "Tony knows that you killed Fredo."
Michael seems to be caught off guard at the mention on his traitorous brother's name, "What did you come here for?"
Kay frowned and replied harshly, "I came here to protect my son."
Michael stood, angry, "I spent my life protecting my son. I spent my life protecting my FAMILY!"

Kays shook her head and replied, "Let’s be reasonable, Okay? That’s your big thing isn’t it Michael. Reason. Backed up by murder."
Michael shook his head, finally giving up, "You hate me. That's it isn't it, you hate me?"
Kay shook her head, "No, I don’t hate you... I dread you."
Michael leans against his desk, "I did what I could Kay. To protect all of you, from the horrors of this world."
Kay nodded slowly, "But you became my horror." She goes to leave but before she does she replies, " The children still love you though. Especially Maria."

Michael nodded, slowly sitting down, "That’s something. We can build on that, for their sake. Let’s try."
Kay smiled, ever so slightly, "Only if you let Tony go free to have his own life. Away from you."
Michael shrugged slowly, leaning back in his chair, rotating towards the window, away from Kay, "I’ll let Tony go."
Kay nodded and opened the door, "Thank you." She disappeared behind it.
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The hourly eve of night was beginning to drown into the abyss of the horizon as Ryan Davad and several security guards pulled in front of the Corleone Mall. The plaza had several look out points, with several officers from all points looking upon the residence with sharp and fully loaded eyes. The Security Speeder door hissed loudly as Ryan Davad stepped out of the car. His boots silently pressed against the fabricated ground below him as he removed a cool pair of moonglasses. His eyes paired the structure in front of him, his eyes smoothly looking around and acknowledging the positions of the Rebellion officers. A small astrometric droid ejected from the back of the speeder and rolled up and next to Ryan.

"Dox 12, I want a complete blueprint of the house once we get inside." Ryan told the smaller technologic counterpart. The droid beeped and Ryan nodded. Three more Security officers stepped from their speeders and in unison, fell behind Ryan Davad. The fully armed group moved forward and Ryan pressed the button. With a chirp, Ryan stated their intentions, "Rebellion Security with Warrant 56840.21.345. We have come to perform a search of the premise. You have five seconds to respond or we will enter with force."

Knowing he was heard, Ryan took a step back and waited for the doors to open while placing his hand near one of his many weapons. Three rocket launcher positions aimed and waited for the signal. Ryan counted softly, One.....

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Michael raised an eyebrow, "Who is it?"
Luca shrugged and replied, "Alliance Security. They seem to want to search this place."
Corleone smirked, "Tell them to come in."


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They were given the clearance to enter. With a smirk, Ryan raised his arm and ordered the rocketeers to stand down. Eve whispered in Ryan's ears the massive complex of the Mall, every entrance, every corridor, everything that was publicly and architecturally known about the place. Ryan thanked the woman softly and mentally as they entered the enormous compound. Upon orders, a barrage of Security officers swarmed the place, but not aggressively. They were simply taking up a defensive position if things were to get...messy.

Ryan Davad would speak with the family accompanied by ten officers, nothing more. It was not needed."Eve, is the link to Geonosis secure? If I needed an extraction..." Ryan asked the supercomputer.

"It is." her voice sounded with re-assurance.

Ryan moved throughout the Mall and towards the family...

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Don Corleone was seated at his desk when Ryan Davad entered the room. The room was only large enough to allow Ryan, two Alliance officers, Michael and his bodyguards: Luca and Rocco. Looking up from his work Corleone said to Davad, "Bonasera, bonasera... take a seat."
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"Bonasera, bonasera... take a seat." the man directly in front of Ryan Davad remarked with an unusually cool and well poised face. This man appealed to be well in control over his emotions and actions. His words flowed with an accent of intelligence. Knowing he probably knew the lupoles of laws and jurisdictions, Ryan was the perfect delegate and officer to search the converted mall. Ryan took a seat, his hands not leaving a defensive position on his weapons. His own two officers remained like statues with hawk eyes, ever so waiting for a hostile situation in which they would tear apart the two bodyguards in front of them. With a gentle voice, Ryan responded. "We have reasons to believe a woman went missing and we believe and have evidence it was within this building."

Corleone raised an eyebrow, definately noting the position of Ryan's hands. He glanced up at the two bulky mean at his side, he says to them in the language of the Naboo, "Go, the Alliance doesn't want me dead."

Ryan watched the two guards leave and decided if this man was more intelligent than he initially processed. Speaking in an alien tongue to the two nonhuman officers next to him, he remarked, "Return to your posts and await further orders. Keep a look out, but do not fire unless fired upon." The two nodded and tactically left the room. Ryan looked the older man in the eye and asked, “Do you know who is responsible?”

Corleone steepled his fingers and tapped his lips with the tips of his index fingers, "A woman went missing and you're looking for someone responsible? Is it not possible that she has just gone away?"

A coy smirk appeared on Ryan’s face. A truly obvious answer to Ryan’s question, however, he answered with simple sentences, with a authoritative touch “She did just go away, but not by her own will. Let’s not play games. I want to know where she is. If she is harmed or dead, I want to know the ones responsible so we may process them according to the law. By the power of the warrant present, we have the authority to search the entire Corleone Mall complex. And I expect we may find more than a dead body.”

Corleone stood, extending his hand, "the warrant, if you please." Ryan pulled it from his side and handed it to the man. Corleone reads over it a few times and nods. He presses a button on his desk, "Fredo, Sonny. Get in here pronto." Ryan moves cautiously, knowing that he could move faster than both of the incoming men and knock the older individual unconscious before a hutt could blink. With the entrance of Fredo and Sonny, two Rebellion officers followed suit, keeping the numbers equal.

Michael Corleone sat again in the large leather chair, "Sonny, you are to go with this gentleman and tell him everything you know about the missing woman." He turns to Ryan, "you wanted your man? Here he is."

Ryan shot his eyes towards the man known as Sonny and re-asked the question, waiting a response. It was possible the group was simply handing them a scapegoat. Sonny smirked when he heard the question, "dat bitch? Yeah I done 'er in." Ryan was still hesitant on the move, knowing that they were still handing him over. Sonny’s loyalty was amazing, but perhaps the persuasion of Rhen Var could counter. “If this is true, Sonny, you would serve a life-sentence on Rhen Var, at the very least.”

Sonny smirks, "try'n ta scare me?"

Ryan’s face failed to relay a returned smile distortion, “I’m stating facts of the law. Did you or did you not kill this woman?” A holographic display showed from a small bulb.

Sonny laughs at the holopicture, "you shoulda seen her after I took her out."

“Define ‘took her out’ “ Ryan question, holding his fingers to the rebellion officers behind him.

Sonny smirks, "You think this is the army? Nah I went right up to her, put the blaster against her head and badabing, blew her brains all over my nice clean suit. Incinerated both her and the suit."

"Did someone issue an order for her death?" Ryan said with an emotionless facial expression.

Michael is noticably silent as Sonny says, "I don't follow nobody's orders."

Ryan eyed the facial expressions of both men. Knowing this entire mall could be thrown into investigation and so did the big guy, Ryan poised another question. “You’re lying. You followed Coreone’s orders to the teeth both times. Because of your confession, I would like to see the ashes of the incineration. If it coinsides with the records of our agent, we will take you in custody and send investigators to question any and all within this building. Every inch will be inspected. Now, Mr. Sonny, seeing as ‘honest’ as you are, were there any witnesses?”

Sonny smirked, "You think I'd let anyone live that saw me do it?"


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Ryan flicked his finger and one of the Rebellion officers moved in a flash and cuffed the man known as Sonny. He moved slightly, not wanting his clothes to be ruffled and 'destroyed' as the man called it. Looking Michael in the eye, Ryan stated bluntly, "This entire complex is under investigation. By the power of the Galactic Senate and the authority invested into Rebellion Security, Sonny is under arrest where he will await trial for the murder of Samantha Jones. The rest of the 'residents' will be questioned as accessories to the crime."

Ryan watched as Sonny was removed from the room, "As an officer of the Rebellion, I can say, that you aided in the capture of a criminal, however, you may also be guilty. So I will withhold the gratitude for now until we finish our investigation." And with that, the Human Replica Droid turned on his heels and left Michael where he was sitting. Opening his Rebellion communicator he issued the following order, "Secure the entire building. Detain everyone. Send in the detectives and inspectors. We have a case to solve."

The Rebellion Security officer and droids moved in rapidly seizing control over the converted mall. With a swish movement Ryan Davad was following Sonny and the officers that were moving to secure him within a transport.

A dozen detectives entered the mall, heading for individual conference room where they would be speaking to each sentient present, biological and technological. The astro droid Ryan approached the complex with was searching their database for all available information.

In the meantime, Ryan turned around the corridor and walked until he stopped in front of the incinerator. His knees buckled and he took a sample of the ashes. Eve's voice was soft, "DNA results match Rebellion Security Asset Samantha Jones." Ryan's fist slammed downwards causing an indentation on the metal frame.

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The investigation was over. Sonny and Vito had been arrested with crimes of murder against Samantha Jones, a Rebellion Security asset, and they were convinced beyond reasonable doubt. The rest of the Mall was spared, mostly by the law than the feelings and the logical investigations of Ryan Davad. He had evidence and logical processing of the situation, however, he was not able to convict or arrest the remaining.

Loading the two men up and inside of the prison transport, they would await for trial behind bars with no bail. Ryan moved to the security captain's speeder and left without saying any formal goodbyes. Hours of investigating and questioning was enough, especially with Eve's assistance in the matter. Her dissection of the situation was enough to convince Ryan and that would suffice for now. She would monitor their communications to see if anything else could be used to convict Michael legally.

The Security detail lifted in the air as the hover engines powered and shot across the sky, but something happened that wasn't supposed to. The prison vessel was under attack and before they could anything, it exploded. Watching in horror as the prison transport roared in flames, the security detail spun in action. Activating tractor beams and the such for the falling parts and chunks, catching most it in time. Ryan sighed, his mind racing. Another investigation was now open, but the odds were, they would come to the same conclusion.

Elusive as they were, Ryan had a feeling it was Joey Zassa.

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Michael steepled his fingers in front of him, a vein in his temple began to throb, "Are you sure it was Zasa?"
A man nodded, he sat on the other side of the Don's big desk, "He often is disrespectful of you to his associates. It's exactly like something he'd do."
Michael nodded slowly, remaining silent.
"I think we should take Zasa OUT!" The unknown man practically shouted.
Michael stood up and walked around to the man and slapped the back of his head, "Never tell anyone what you're thinking."

Pacing around his office, Michael came up with an idea, "I will go to The Conference as planned I will then ask the other families, excepting Zasa's, what I should do about it."
The other man, still seated, scoffed, "Zasa's got them all scared. They don't wanna piss him..."
"Then I'll have to contemplate alone. Either way I am going to The Conference as planned." Michael said, cutting the younger man off, "Now go get some sleep Vincent."
"Unk, when're you..." Vicent said, pleadingly
"Goodnight Vincent."
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