Heists of Hotlanta

Interrogation

Roman arrived at Pratt-Pullman Yard along with his wife Carrie. As he approached the Yakuza guards looking like black clad men with masks guarding the entrance, Roman shot them and proceeded inward. Sophie was on her computer, talking to herself.

"I am going to miss New York." She uttered to herself, sitting in her chair. "Kenji, don't you miss New York before things went haywire?"

"Who am I kidding. New York was the worst!" Kenji popped open a Sapporo bottle. He drank some, but some spilled on the red shirt under his black suit. Kenji took out a Kunai knife to comb his hair. "The rent was through the roof, there are floods, rats, migrants and homeless living in our assets like they own the place, no shit the Yakuza moved to Atlanta."

"The Yakuza's not alone." Sophie explained. "The Mafia, Yardies, Triads, and the Mexican Cartel moved here too. However the Triads and Cartel have bigger numbers in Vegas." Kenji and Sophie were captured by Roman and Carrie. Roman and his deputy and his wife threw bags over their heads and cuffed them.

"Take them into the station for questioning." The SCOUT unit stormed the abandoned train yard and rounded up the remaining Yakuza.

In the Atlanta police precinct in Midtown, Sophie and Kenji were gagged and tied to chairs.

"Carrie, untie them and remove the gags." Roman ordered. Roman stared at the white walls of the interrogation room with the two Yakuza commanders tied to it.

"Who was behind the Swedish Mob Heist?" Roman questioned, choking Sophie. "WHO, Dammit!"

"I can't tell!" Sophie cried in fear.

"Perhaps this will make you talk." Carrie handed Roman a sledgehammer and he beat Sophie with it.

"There were two brothers." Sophie explained. "One was named Steve, the other was named Wayne."

"What was the family name?" Carrie questioned. She choked Kenji.

"Our intelligence..." Kenji muttered gradually.

"Our intelligence what, preytale?" Carrie questioned with such anger. She threw Kenji on the ground.

"Our intelligence suggests that the family name was Carter." Kenji answered.

"Where do they live and who was the third one?" Roman told Sophie as he held the jumper cables in his hands.

"I won't talk!" Sophie protested. Roman did not hesitate. He undressed Sophie down to her underwear and bra. He began to clap the jumper cables together.

"No, not the clips!" Sophie screamed. Roman hooked up the jumper cables to Sophie's breasts.

"Sparky sparky!" Roman chanted, giving an electric charge to Sophie's breasts.

"Ok, I'll confess!" Sophie pleaded. "No more!" She was helpless, weak and defenseless, now that 20 dozen volts went through her breasts. "They live in a house on the....." Sophie was about to finish her sentence, but she died shortly before she could finish it, since so much electricity ran through her breasts. Kenji began to speak.

"They live in a house on the Piedmont Heights owned by Jeff and Sara Rodriguez." Kenji explained. "The third one was the infamous jewel thief Jeff Rodriguez."

"Was that so hard!" Carrie shouted in a sarcastic tone.

"What should we do about him?" Roman asked his wife.

"We take him so he can stand trial." Carrie replied as she cuffed Kenji. "Kenji, your Yakuza friends won't call you Senpai or Sensei where you're going. They'll call you Inmate #12131989." She handed Kenji to the police security guards.

"Send him to a cell to await trial." Carrie ordered. The guards took Kenji away. "But what to do about Sophie's dead body?"

"Dispose of it, throw it in the dumpster outside." Roman ordered. "A criminal's body doesn't deserve burial." Carrie picked up Sophie's body and tossed it in the dumpster outside. She slammed it in the dumpster, making a bang sound as the black lid closed on the giant blue steel crate that was the dumpster.

Meanwhile, the Italian Mafia leader, Roland Marino, leader of the Marino Crime family, watched from the Mafia house in Dunwoody. He was a big man, built like an elephant with a black bald fade haircut and brown eyes that snarled at the screen. He pulled a silver six shooter from his tan coat pocket and shot the LCD TV. 

"Luca, we have good news and bad news." Roland told his assistant.

"What is it, boss man?" Luca replied.

"The Yakuza is-eh out of the picture." Roland explained. "That means we are open to using the Atlanta Four to our advantage, we will be all ovah the city." Roland began sipping the pink martini on a black table next to his luxurious red recliner chair.

"What are your orders, boss?" Luca asked.

"We pop in on the Atlanta Four and go to the mattresses with the Triads on Buford Highway." Roland answered. "I'll give that Rodriguez fella a call." He sipped on his pink martini, with a broken TV, watching the golden walls of the house instead.