Tammi Hanlin's Journal

[Tammi Hanlin]

April 19, 2006

*upon returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private journal*

I was surprised to see Mira at the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club last night when I arrived. She was obviously teasing Tony Soprano while serving Diego and Tony drinks over at Diego's private table while Diego was selling Tony on the proposed New Jersey construction work. It turns out Diego promised Tony a free ride with Mira to close the deal.

After our private meeting in the 2nd floor conference room, I stopped to say hello to Mira at the bar where Gino was working. Gino was busy flirting with a sexy blonde at the other end of the bar, but my primary interest was the man Mira was flirting with. She introduced me to this Anthony fellow, who struck me as more than the average John Doe. I made a note to ask Mira more about him.

But before I could pursue my conversation with Anthony further, I caught a glimpse of what looked like Sal Tommasi in a dark corner of the bar. I excused myself and walked over. It was Sal all right, or at least I think it was him. I sat down and we quietly talked. Typical of a Tommasi, he had his hand on my knee. I stopped his hand there, even though I felt those exciting tingles, and suggested we slip out of the Hunt Club and go somewhere else to talk.

We left the club individually, so Gino wouldn't notice Sal. I waved down a taxi and caught up with Sal a half block away. He gave me his card with Oasis written on the back. I took the cab down there alone. I entered the Oasis, finding it dark with the men huddled up close to the stage ogling the strippers. My eyes gradually adjusted to the dark and I found an empty booth in the back. Sal found me, asked what I wanted to drink, then went to the bar.

He returned a few minutes later with my wine and his drink. I knew Diego would scream blue murder because I'd gone off alone with the unreliable Tommasi, but I wanted to try and find out what the hell was going on. Sal was obviously afraid Diego might just have him whacked for disappearing like that. Maybe I could ease Sal back into the fold and he was a very interesting man.

To be continued

[Omar]

His hair was noticeably longer, his stubble disgustingly unruly. And even cloaked in the Bergen's dimmest lit booth, the young Miss Hanlin was able to see right through the guise. Normally it would cause warning alarms to ring in his head, which would in turn cause him to take some "rash action," as might say...but taxing himself on top of an already-possible-bounty on his head wouldn't help him much. Besides, the consistency in Tammi's apple of a bottom always did bring a smile on his face and worked well enough to keep him even keel- especially during all those meetings. [ ]

Of course, he acted as though he were pleasantly surprised to run into her, as if it were by chance. But nothing is by chance with a Tommasi- everything has it's place, everything thought out before executed. The card was given casually, but he knew how Diego, if not Tammi herself, would react upon seeing the word "Oasis" tattooted across its ivory plane. They'd have to wonder why exactly did he have it on him? And, assuming that this meant he had ties with the rival Zasa Family, what did this mean to the Genovese? Was it a threat? Was it a clue? No matter which way the pendulum swung, there was the most important question of all- which Tommasi was it whom Tammi had spoken to?

Perhaps this wasn't as well thought out as he had calculated. Afterall, there is the off-chance that Diego would kill both brothers. But to do so would be to instigate a bloody war amongst the other families. And though he may be top dog, even Diego would not risk open blood shed for the voracious media to pick up.

Or at least this is what this Tommasi hopes. Either way, this is the best chance he has to eliminate two, three, to four birds with one stone. So...let the games begin.

[Tammi Hanlin]

*upon returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private journal*

I finally told Diego that I'd found Sal Tommasi, semi-disguised, in a dark corner of the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club Tuesday night after our meeting. It took me a few minutes to calm him, saying that Sal was probably afraid to go straight up to Diego.

I explained why I'd gone down to the Oasis Club to meet with Sal, leaving out the fact that I'd always wondered just what a Tommasi might be like in bed. Once again he was upset, first because I went down there alone without telling him, and second because he wondered what the hell Sal was doing down there. Was he aligning himself with the Zasa people?

I assured him that I'd do my best to find out what was in Sal's head. He stared at me, asking me if I was sure which twin I was dealing with. I had to admit I wasn't sure, just assumed it was Sal and that when I called Tommasi Sal, he responded in a favorable way.

I promised not to go down there again, especially alone. I'll keep that promise, but hopefully Sal will show up again, possibly in the Carnegie Hill Spa where I'd have more control over the situation.

*closing my journal…… Sal still in my mind as I headed for bed*

[Omar]

I've only been in town a couple of days, and already there is talk about me. Which is puzzling because I only just got in Tuesday night- a date chosen on purpose, as most of the Genovese would be burrowed away in their little sanctuary to have a pow-wow, giving me ample space to move about- avoiding the eyes of simple button men is simple; evading the eyes of Diego and his direct subordinates was another matter...

But again, I noticed that Gino was surprised to see me the other night. And not the kind where it feels like you've seen a ghost of a good thing- or in my case, perhaps a bad thing? *Soft chuckle.* No, it was more of an on-guard stare; the kind you only reserve for threats or for snitching. Not that I had anything against the guy, but Gino always seemed very untrusting of me and very edgy. Every time he'd ask me for my gun before he even bothered to crack a smile, wave, or say hello. But then again, I can't blame him- I'd of done the same thing if I were in his shoes...

Anyway, I stumbled upon some of the younger muscle scattered like so many nickels and dimes all over the Genovese territory. They're all amiable fellows- they all are at that stage of the game. Once they've discovered the true meaning of ambition mixed-in with a lethal dose of pride, oh, they'll soon shed that innocent skin for something much more course...In any case, they are eager to look cool in our eyes, which makes them worse than a sewing circle...

So, it seems I've had a haircut in recent days, managed to flirt with Tami Hanlin at the Oasis, and spook Diego because of all this Zasa association to my name.

Hmm...

Funny because: (1) I always keep my hair well cropped, (2) true, Miss Hanlin is quite the apple in any man's eye- just not mine, (3) it's been months since I've last met with an agent of Zasa, and even then it was involuntary as it involved my love Summer and that enforcer Gabriel dressed in police clothing?

But no matter. This is going along better than I had hoped. For it seems dear Brother is actually helping me.

The question is, is it because that is his true intent, or is he doing so without even knowing it...