New Model City


Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco laughed. It was more of a chuckle in terms of sound however. He took his hand off his BAR gun and took out a pack of cigarettes, opening it and offering one.
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"Alright, whatever you want," holding our the cigarettes, "Want one? Clears your head at times"
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Lorenzo Cullen
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Once Eliza and the teller emerged, Lorenzo nodded his head. Shooting the final teller in the thigh, incapacitating him, but still alive. Grabbing one of the bags off of her hands, while clasping his hands with hers he yanked her through the bank and out the doors. Popping the trunk as quickly as he could, tossing the bags in quickly then slamming it down. Leaping into the drivers seat, waiting of course until Eliza was in, then setting off down the street.
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The distant sound of sirens erupted in the near distance, slowing down to a normal speed to blend in with the many cars of New Model. "Damn maybe next time we think of a better bank to rob.." He said taking a deep breath, wiping his forehead with his elbow. "So, about how much did you grab?"
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Kenny looked at the cigarette for a moment. "I guess." he mumbled, taking the cigarette. He was never much of a smoker, but he was too tired to care at the moment. "Got a light?"


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Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco laughed. A cigarette might damage him more but it sure as hell would cool his head. He pulled out a match after putting away the pack of cigarettes. He could already smell the fresh tobacco.
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"That's fine tobacco," he said as he lit the match, "Here, your light"
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He then lit the match and put it on the end of his cigarette, lighting it. The tobacco smelled more heavenly and he had a strong desire to smoke with him. He decided against it.
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Kenny took a long draw of the cigarette, then started coughing. He hadn't smoked in a while. "Damn." He wheezed, obviously struggling with the smoke in his lungs. "Alright. Okay." Kenny felt a little lightheaded. He relaxed a little because of the tobacco.


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Darcy K.
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Darcy was stiff.
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"Okay." She said quietly, heeling.
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Calling off that stupid deal she'd made with the Abadanos now would be suicide, but she'd done worse.
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She then readily decided, despite it being the middle of the day, she needed a drink. A strong one, and fast, before anymore poor decisions were made.
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"Henry, I'm taking my car and heading uptown." She spun on her heel and hurried to her awaiting car. 
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"I love you, big brother."  She murmured, smiling to herself in earnest, probably for the first time since the little incident with the car, and slid into the backseat as her driver started the car. 
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Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco laughed when Kenny took his first breath. It was obvious he had not smoked in a while. His reaction put a smile on his face, despite his reputation.
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"You holdin' up there Kenny?" He laughed, "You'll get used to it, it's good tobacco"
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He laughed some more. He looked back at the motel, it looked pretty old though it still have off a sort of charm. It was a charm in which it would only be known if knew were to venture inside. He shook his head, wondering where the hell the Don and Underboss were. He decided to open his mouth.
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"So any idea where the hell the Don and Underboss are?" He asked, looking at Kenny.
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The don's truck and the men in the Packard puttered down the ash-covered roads of the Foundry towards the market, passing sleepy and shuttered factories and mills. It was lunchtime and a few men were sitting around outside eating out of lunch boxes. As they passed by, the whistle blew and the men packed their food away for later.


The market in the Italian Quarter consisted of a glut of street vendors operating in front of a church, in an intersection of the road. Adolfo stopped the truck and he and his father dismounted, walking towards the vendors hawking tomatoes, pastries, assorted fish, and so on.


The men had been instructed to stay in the Packard and watch. So far, no one or nothing suspicious had shown itself.
 

Darcy K.
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Darcy exited the aforementioned church, taking off her hat as she sat down in her own vehicle. She looked out for a moment, thinking, before shutting the door, closing her eyes as she rested her head on the leather upholstered seat. 
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"Mainstreet, please. Some place fairly clean." She said softly to the driver, folding her freshly manicured hands in her lap. 
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"Hurry." 
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The driver did as he was told, revving the engine and swiftly turning to drive on the main road towards the busy uptown street she had specified. 
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Meanwhile, she tried to ignore the fact that she had seen him as she walked out of the church. 
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T H E   S P I D E R
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Clark directed himself to his car, taking a picture of the truck and the car which both Don and the underboss were on. Obviously he ensure those were taken under the shadow's veil, hidden inside his car. His always charismatic smile fading away, replaced by a more elusive and pragmatic face, not a mask any longer but it's true identity, the cold eyes of a calculator and the raw, expressionless being that was only there, watching.


The car would start following the truck in a very far distance, knowing the orders were already given. Once Clark reached his destination, he left the car far enough not to be seen covered with a dark blanket in a dark alley as he didn't want to be recognizable as a Marinello's men. He took all he needed, all his tools from the car itself and then throw trash over the blanket, enough to cover it the top itself. He left his coat, his fancy shoes, all the cloth that seemed interested. He then started to wear ragged old shoes, a dirty shirt and a green dusty beret. He also throw some dirt over his face, and darken around his chin and the edges of his face as if he tried to remark a beard.


Once his disguise was done, he walked out from the alley adopting the posture of both eager and desperate man trying to reach for it's merchant and sell it on a merchant post. The owner sees him coming, he stop selling the fruits and vegetables as Clark whispers him, "The Spider sends his regards." the man stays silent for a brief moment as he asks, "What are The Spider orders?"


Clark managed to disguise his own name, his own identity to his own informants, practically a master work; "He sent me for a report and your post, you shall be rewarded friend." he claimed with his deceiving words, luring the man to goals he didn't want to hear.


"We found his target. The two ran away from a house outside our reach, shoot an enforcement-" Clark lighted up his eyes as his thoughts took place, "Mr Cullen, killing again I see?" the man continued speaking, "We heard that a bank is begin under attack, no one knows who is leading the strike. We asked all the families, no one knows anything. We believe it could be The Spider's target." the man seemed eager to tell the whole report, as if he wanted to get over with it, yet scare of the consequences. 


"Good. The Spider will like the duo alive, unless your men can manage to kill the woman leaving the man alive." the man shivered at the informant's words, and so did Clark as if he projected his emotions, like a mirror, "The Spider methods are... abrupt. Yet he never let us down, it's for a better future." the man nods, agree with both statements as if he was trying to remember the main goal, beyond the man behind the veil, leading the future.


"Mr Cullen, you will find yourself guilty of killing your own affair. How poetry... how dramatic and full theatrics." Mr Smither laughed inside his head, "I will make you feel horrible, I will break you until there is nothing, NOTHING, standing in our way. You believe there are limits to my resource, there are none." 


The both said their farewells as Clark began helping the man with the crates, ensuring his disguise followed up the etiquette people needed to give him. Just another lost idiot under the strings of a merchant. No one, not even the Marinellos would see through his disguise, no one would be interested to pay any interest to such a lost soul. He would like to chuckle, laugh himself to dead, but he restrains himself of that pleasure. His eyes would shift time to time to check on Don Marinello and the Underboss, Adolfo in order to fulfill his duty as well.
 

Kenny Torres
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Kenny fell asleep on the ride, unsurprisingly. He'd been passing out randomly since he smashed his head against a wall. He didn't finish the cigarette either, as he passed out between inhales. When the truck stopped he woke suddenly. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked up at the sky. "Did I miss anything?" He asked Marco with a yawn.


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Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco sat quietly in the truck as he always was. He wasn't one to talk when their was no reason to. The one moment he looked beside him, he saw Kenny passed out. He shook his head. He noticed the cigarette was still lit and their was no way in hell he was going to use it when it had touched Kenny's mouth. He hated wasting such good tobacco burst he had decided to throw it out the window. He grumbled about the waste of a cigarette for a while before shutting up.
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As the group made their journey, he only saw the quiet roads. He didn't like it though nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He supposed he should be thankful nobody was watching, at least he hoped. He was still weary however of a possible ambush. A quiet road was always bad in urban areas. He made sure to keep an extra eye out until his concentration was broken by Kenny. He heard what he had to say and seemed annoyed.
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"You didn't miss much, asshole," he said jokingly, though it was obvious his last word was meant to be half serious, "Be sure not to sleep when we're getting shot at, got it?'
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He chuckled to himself and grabbed his BAR gun. He went out to check the area. He looked back at the Boss and Underboss. Should any of them get hurt, he was going to get hell from Mr. Smither; possibly from the whole damn gang too likely.
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"Alright sir, I'm gonna check the area out, it's too damn quiet," he said before it slipped his mind he had cussed, "'Scuse me sir, it's habit"
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He then nodded and got out of the car. He kept his eyes pealed. He hated quiet streets. It was too obvious of a hazard a gang would be around, watching as the Boss and Underboss made their way to the vendors. Despite obvious groups of people, any one if them could be a demon waiting to reveal itself.
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Street Market, Italian Quarter
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A brown Ford coupe rolled to a stop just up the road. It wasn't a particularly suspicious vehicle, kind of a clunker. A man and a woman got out and linked arms, presumably husband and wife. The man was vigorous, sharp-looking, and wore a nice suit and coat. Adolfo eyed him up and down, but the woman... A Mafioso wouldn't bring his wife out in harm's way. This guy was clean.


Adolfo turned his attention to a familiar face as she slunk out of the churchyard and into her car. So much for second chances, she wouldn't even return his phone call.


"Adolfo," Don Marinello butted into his internal dialogue, "help me carry some of these oranges."


"I thought you said you wanted apples, Pops."


"Your Mama likes oranges."


Adolfo chuckled and picked up an armful of oranges, looking up just as he saw him. The man and his wife had made the rounds of the market. The guy had his hand in his coat, the silver of a gun glinted in the noonday sun.


"Pops, get down!" Adolfo flung the oranges and went for the 1911 strapped in his coat, but by then it was already too late. The shooter flung his decoy wife to one side, using one hand to depress the trigger of his .38 and the other to work the hammer like a gunslinger in a Western. Bullets ripped through the Don before Adolfo leveled his pistol and returned fire, forcing the shooter behind a brick wall.


Somewhere up the street, a policeman blew his whistle. Just great. In the chaos that ensued, the stampeding crowd gave Adolfo enough cover to get his father back to the Packard where Kenny, Marco, and the rest were waiting, having already opened the door to respond to the gunshots. Adolfo looked to be on the verge of tears as he took his father's coat off and searched his chest, watching blood balloon over his white shirt.


"I'm alright..." Don Marinello coughed.


"No you're not," Adolfo shouted, grabbing Kenny by the collar in an intense-but-non-threatening way. "Torres, you gotta drive the Don to the hospital. I'll send some guys your way, but be careful. The Abandanos will be looking to finish the job."
 

Marco Orsini Baresotti
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The gun shots startled him. The whistles gave him a headache. He half expected something like this to happen. His pulled his gun over his shoulders and opened fire, helping to cover the Don and Underboss from harm's way. He was pretty sure he shot a man in the leg by accident, hell he didn't care however. The man got in the way. He heard the Don.
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"You're shitting me!" He said stupidly, "The man can't stay awake for ten minutes!"
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A bullet ripped beside his head. He could feel the cries of death as it soared into the car. He felt the shatter of wasted metal fall on his skin like little icy teardrops. He fired back a shot, hitting the wall. He didn't want to kill the mab as that would cause more trouble, he just wanted to keep the man from putting his head up and shooting.
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He looked back at the Don, bow being force into the backseat of the car, a ocean of blood over his white shirt. Mr. Smither will give him hell for this. He was expecting a few fingers missing the next time he saw him.
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Darcy K.
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When gunshots could be heard behind them, Darcy's eyebrows rose dramatically. 
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"Joseph, turn the car around."
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"Ma'am, why? Yer gonna get y'self hert-"
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"Turn the damn car around!" 
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The vehicle swerved, spinning 180° back towards the Italian quarter. Meanwhile, Darcy loaded her gun. 
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The car finally stopped in front of the church where it had begun. Darcy saw blood on the ground and was immediatley sick with worry. She placed a hat with a veil atop her head, shielding her short red curls and face. She stepped out of the car, a .10 Colt Police Positive in each hand, and loaded. Avoiding gunfire, and her own inner turmoil, she ran to the car she had seen deposit Adolfo and the Don before.
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"Adolfo!"
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A bullet whizzed past her head, one she practically ignored. She ran to him, keeping one revolver handy, the other she tucked into her overcoat. She gasped at the sight, biting her bottom lip in worry. 
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"Oh, god..."
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Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza wasted no time in making her way back up the stairs. When she'd reached the top, she pushed the teller onto the ground with the surviving hostages and grasped Lorenzo's hand. She followed at a quick, calm pace as he pulled her through the bank and out the front door. He only let go of her hand when they reached the car so he could unlock it. He took the bags from his shoulders and threw them in the back, slamming the trunk shut and jumping into the driver's seat as he waited for her to get in. She pulled the passenger side open and slid in, rubbing her shoulders which had bruises from the weight of the gold. The amount she had taken was the absolute most she could carry. But even adding the cash and gold together, they'd be lucky if they had 10,000 here. 
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As the car sped down the roadway, she couldn't help to agree that they needed to hit a better bank if they wanted real crash. She looked at Lorenzo, then in the rear view vanity mirror. "Honestly? We'd be lucky if we got 10,000 dollars," she said.
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(the amount is just an estimate; I don't actually know what to put)
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Kenny felt his heart stop at the first gunshot. He went for his pistol and shot at the man, but didn't hit anything. Kenny jumped out of the truck, landing on his feet, and started running towards the Don and Adolfo. Adolfo grabbed him by the collar and told him what to do. "Yes sir!" Kenny confirmed, running over to the truck and starting it up. He looked to his right to see the Don in the passenger seat and Kenny took off down the road, driving a touch recklessly to the hospital. He didn't think about how he didn't really know how to drive, he just went with his instincts and hoped they were right.


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(sorry for how late and short this is. My brain is fried from school and rehearsals)
 
As the car sped off, Adolfo turned his attention to Darcy, who had apparently returned in light of the gunfire. Silly girl.


By now, the shooter had run off, perhaps because a couple of cops had shown up. The street cops were busy combing the area for the gunman and interviewing any remaining witnesses. Unfortunately, the fake wife the gunman had used to get close to the Don was also gone, thus he couldn't interrogate her for more information. He turned back to Darcy, took off his hat, and wiped sweat away.


"You got here quick. You know, usually people run away from gunshots?" He mused, guiding them around a corner to avoid being accosted by the police. Mr. Smither showed up late to the party, slinking forward from some back alley. He and Adolfo exchanged a few words before he left to go to the Compound.






As Kenny sped down the road, the car jarred and jostled. In the backseat the Don was groaning, obviously in pain, and bleeding.


"Take a turn up here." The soldier in the passenger's seat told him, pointing down a left sidestreet. As he hung the turn, he soon noticed that two cars were blocking the road, and men with guns were standing behind the steel frames.
 
Kenny stopped the car. "Put pressure on the Don's wounds. If you have matches, burn the edges of his wounds. Keep him down, something's off here." Kenny whispered to the soldier. He took out his pistol and strapped his rifle to his back. Kenny got out of the car and walked forward slowly.


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Darcy K.
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Darcy didn't reply with the usual sassy remark, instead she just frowned. The recent events had taken some of the kick out of her. 
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"Adolfo," she called, calling the mobster's attention back to her. 
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"Meet me at eight at my place." She said simply before getting into the car. Before she closed the door she gave him a serious look, "Don't show, and you may awake to some Irish guns on the 'morrow." 
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This didn't seem like an invite for a shag and a drink; this was serious. Darcy just had a way to make everything seem casual and sexy. 
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It was a gift. 
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The Spider lay low the whole shooting as he saw the man shooting towards the Don. His smile crossed his face as he covered himself under his sale post. He grinned and chuckle under his breath as he walked away from there holding the mask he so hard tried to keep. A police enforcement would rush towards his direction, trying to reach for the criminal shooting at the Don and the people shooting back of course.


Though Clark took the small knife he had behind him, hidden and pirced the man is belly as he rushed woth the crowd. He done it so fast that no one was able to see him as he acted like the rest of the people, escaping from the gun fire.


The Spider then reached for his car, cleaning his face and hands. Wearing once more his whole gear set left inside the car. His eyes shifted to both directions from time to time as he ensured his hands had no blood at all.


At the end, Clark would find Adolfo in the alley. His smile would fade slowly, knowing it was not place to smile. He knew, even in the chaos of the events, that Don was hurt. Mr Torres was missing, therefore he guessed the poor naive soldier was with the Don. A pity the soldier wasn't ready to kill the Don.


Clark would say he will be go towards the compound, but he would direct his attention elsewhere, knowing now that Mr Cullen has become in desperate needs for money, began the haunt for the lone wolf. Although, The Spider doesn't want to kill the beast, the spider plans and seeks the more profitable action. His informats will now have the objetive to kill the Marinello alongside Mr Cullen, making it look like he done it, dressed like cops with fake IDs.


Once the three mercenaries had been sent armed with the gear The Spider created for them, Clark would return to the compound.


(Still on vacations, sorry if there is any typo!)
 

Don Marinello
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One of the men behind the parked cars stepped out, brandishing a shotgun. 


"Let 'em have it!" He shouted, before gunfire exploded from the roadblock. Shotgun shells hit the hood and windshield of the car and peppered the general area around Kenny, but at this distance the shells wouldn't do much damage. 







Adolfo Marinello
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Adolfo sighed. This was not an ideal time to be undertaking some sort of rendezvous with Darcy. But then again, he knew she was crazy enough to ruin him. He hated her sometimes. 


He quickly climbed into the truck and started up the engine, racing off to catch up with Kenny and the Don. 
 

Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco looked around the marketplace. A paramedic was treating a man who was shot in the leg. He only felt slightly guilt that he was a bystanders but nothing more. A few more officers rallied up more civilians who witnessed the shooting and started questioning them. Many of them were pale and shaking from shock. He looked at Darcy who approached.
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Damn, she's got guts coming here, he thought.
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He remained silent as Adolfo and Darcy conversed. Their was no point in interrupting. He had his gun slung on his shoulders. When he heard saw the Underboss get in the car, he follows close behind, entering after Darcy as to make sure no more shooters arrived. He kept an extra eye out as he got into the car.
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KENNY TORRES
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Kenny let out a loud curse, ducking behind the truck for cover. Kenny put away his pistol and readied his rifle. "Stay down!" Kenny called to the other soldier in the car, hoping he'd keep the Don down as well. Kenny peeked out from the side of the truck and aimed his rifle, picking off the men one by one while struggling to avoid catching a bullet of his own.


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