Re: Malcolm and Moonchild
"I'm here to see Thomas Gage, please," Malcolm said to the woman at the reception desk. He smiled at her. She tried not to smile back, tried to stay professionally aloof. It didn't work. She smiled at him, a little embarrassed, a little coy.
It wasn't the man's real name, Thomas Gage. His real name was Giovanni Caprese, and he was a federal informant who went into witness protection in the late 80s. The man was responsible for putting away scores of low and mid-level mobsters, and one capo. Malcolm had seen the file; this guy took the steam out of a lot of organized crime in his day, set 'em back a long ways.
Now, Thomas Gage had a problem. He was getting old. He was getting a little senile, and he started talking about his past. The people at Brandon Oaks chalked his rants up to dementia, but the Mob was always listening, always waiting, always patient... always ready to take revenge.
Others may have seen what he was doing as a demotion, a set back in his career because of the failure and inexplicable report from Malcolm's last assignment, a high-profile attempt to grab one of the Bureau's most wanted. Malcolm didn't see it that way though, and neither did his superiors. This was the Mob.
The young agent had been sent from DC to assess the situation and give a recommendation. As he looked around with his keen, focused eye, he didn't notice anything necessarily amiss.
But since his last assignment, he was never truly confident.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:22, Mon 09 Jan 2012.