The Reservoir. Part Two.

The sun, a blinding yellow, with the air cold enough to chill a skeleton to the marrow, was what Kane had as he walked down one of the many streets in his town. It was small enough town where you could know everybody if you tried, but not big enough that no one knows who you are. While the other members of The Reservoir were busy with their day jobs, he was on a track to find out the truth behind the death of Twix. But to do so, a favor must be called in.

The house that he, being Coppola, lived in was rather pleasant on the eyes. It was about two stories, lovely trimmed glass with some roses here and there. The front door, made out of gorgeous mahogany wood,  had a nice, smooth texture that Kane loved when he took his knuckles and knocked on the door. Once opened, a middle aged appeared in the doorway. She looked at Kane, nodded, and then allowed him in.

The inside of the house had a rather delightful fragrance of coffee and apples. Looking at the art on the walls, he stared at them each with great attention to the detail. It was not until the old woman called him in that he saw, with a feeling of hope for answers, Don J. Coppola. The ‘J’ no one knows what it stood for, nor did it not matter.

Grabbing each other in an embrace, they both sat down at opposite sides of a desk that already had coffee with a hint of hazelnut laid out in front of them. Sipping their coffee, they were speaking of older times and catching up with each other. While the talking was pleasant, Kane wanted to get down to business.

“Soren,” said Coppola. “We have known each other longer then I would care to remember. Me remembering my age shows how long I have had to deal with this bullshit. I know the look on your face and I know something is troubling you. So, what is wrong?” Kane lowered his cup of coffee, looked Coppola dead in the eye, and then breathed.

“That is something that still, to this day, frightens me about you: you know me too damn well.” Kane laughed softly, shaking his head. “But you are right in the sense that there is something troubling me. As you might recall, we had the rat in our group that Reservoir and I ordered a hit out on. Last night we sent in two of our best assassins to take care of him. Well, he was already dead.” With this, he threw down a stack of photos of Twix’s body. Coppola kept on listening as he saw the horror of Twix’s body. “A few hours later, his motel room was completely destroyed. I am sure you have heard of the motel that exploded. Well, we are starting to think that this could, very much, be a warning sign from someone. Someone trying to stop us.

“Coppola, you have told me that if I ever needed something from you to just ask. Well, I need you to send some of your best men to patrol the area and see if we can find something. Anything would be much needed. I am afraid that, should this be the sign of someone, that we will see more and the last thing I need is one of my men being killed.”

“My only question is simple: what have any of you done recently to cause this?” Leaning back, Coppola inhaled a complete cigar in one complete breath. That was one of the few characteristics of Coppola that people remembered: his powerful lungs.

“To the best of my knowledge, nothing. The last meeting we had was in here with Lady Caponae and her mafia and that was over the territory of the northern part of this state. But that was a rather pleasant meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.”

“Did you speak to her, at all, sense then?”

“We did have a lunch together, but it was a personal visit. Not business.” Kane sat back in his seat. “You know, it does get tempting to get one of those cigars of yours and smoke. But then I remember that I have to quit. Quite a bitch.” A soft laugh.

“Then I don’t know who else this could be.” Coppola said, inhaling half of a cigar. “But I will send two of my men, Kingly and Palma, to look around. Those two know how to get into the clubs and get the information we desire. Keep contact with me about this and I will see what I can do.”


Waking up, Ryan’s head was hurting like a complete lunatic. The time said it was around noon and he knew that around this time, Soren would have been at Coppola’s. He left his bedroom, completely naked, and started to walk around his house.

He was completely grateful for Soren getting him the house and the friendship that has lasted for so many years. When they first became friends, Ryan was in a rather terrible state of mind. The point of complete destruction, ending his life, turning towards some rather hardcore drugs, Ryan was given the nickname Dr. Feelgood due to his knowledge and distribution of drugs. Him and Kitty (leader of the Reservoir base in Idaho) ran the town with an iron fist. But when Soren entered his life and took over, everything changed.

When they were originally interested in the selling and distribution of narcotics, Ryan went into a mental destruction phase in which he did not know what to do. Part of him was going to forsake The Reservoir and focus again on the life of crime. But, Soren was able to talk him out of it. It is unknown as to what had happened between the two of them for Ryan to stop this, but what resulted was a rather nasty cut on Ryan’s head and some blood that has stained Soren’s cane.

Grabbing a coke and a cigarette, he opened the door into his office to turn on his computer. What he saw in their was Lady Caponae and her two right hand women: Claudia and Tonks. Lady Caponae was a rather odd character in the way that she was one of only two female bosses in the country. Her army, Bernamonti, was created around the same time The Reservoir was. Eliza Caponae and Soren Kane knew each other through Caponae’s mother and due to that connection, the two of them became friends. But in terms of their groups, they were beyond different. While The Reservoir focused on helping others, gambling, and unions, Caponae focused on acting troupes and the film industry. Her production company, The Bernamonti, focused on getting power and money via actors and gain the upper hand in the media. Only during times of great turmoil would she and her two right hand women appear to Ryan.

Forgetting he was naked, he leaned against the door frame and looked at the rather tall woman clad in black fur with the two girls in the back, wearing black suits.

“Lady Caponae. Well, I should be terrified that such gorgeous woman have decided to sneak into my house to see me.” Ryan said.

“Don’t try to flatter me, Reservoir.” Eliza said. The two right hand woman looked threw him, taking no notice at the improper way he was presenting himself. “On that bed is some clothes my girls have gotten from your cabinets and closets. Put them on like you have some dignity.” Her voice was a tad bit rough with something of an Italian accent.

While Ryan was getting clothed, Tonks walked over and took away Ryan’s drink, handing it to Lady Caponae.

“You‘re welcome.” Ryan said as she started drinking.

“Now,” she leaned back, her legs crossed. “the purpose for my visit here today is quite simple: someone murdered one of my girls. Same style as Twix.” Ryan looked up.

“My fair lady,” he said. “How do you know about such an awful case as what happened last night?” With that, Lady Caponae through down a stack of photos.

“I got these last night at my front door. No finger prints, no nothing. They were images of one of our girls that was bound, raped, and tortured. Then the other photos showed Twix. Poor soul. They happened one after another. I contacted Don Coppola before I came here and he told me a bit of what he and Kane talked of. From us looking into the photos and the times these happened, your men walked onto the body the same time this son of a bitch was killing our girl.”

“What was her name?”

“That is none of your concern.” She crushed the tin can in her hand and dropped it on the ground. “What I am here to say is: we want this fucker found fast. I have already taken the liberty of unleashing Kingly and Palma.”

“Kingly and Palma?!” Ryan said, shocked.

“Yes. Don Coppola asked me what would be the best for all of this and I granted him permission to use those two. He has already sent them out.” Caponae said, something of a smirk. “The Fairies have been sent free and they will find this fucker.”

“Is Coppola sure of what this entitles, sending The Fairies out?”

“He used them before. He knows their ways.”

“This is going to be a fucking blood bath.”

“But they love blood.” Lady Caponae stood up, walked towards Ryan, and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry so much. Things will work out. All you have to do is look pretty and make sure that nothing happens anymore. Yes, there will be bloodshed, that is inevitable. But, in the end, we will find this horrible killer and he will be brought down. Our girl was not a rat and did, absolutely, nothing wrong. Keep the photos and show Kane. He might be interested in them.”

Before she left, she turned to Ryan. “Oh, and stop sleeping naked. I have access to this house and I don’t need to see proof that you are the definition of false advertisement.” With that, Lady Caponae and her two girls left. Ryan just stood in wonder over what the hell had just happened.