Hackerman was fumbling with his gun, sweat on his forehead was showing and he looked like a wreck.

He had to get to the plane, his associate and himself had it all planned. Nothing could go wrong. Once he flew there would be arranged safety for him the second he took one of his old enemies out. A quick phonecall and he was ready. He boarded the next private flight and flew straight back to where it all started. In Detroit.

His target was in Black Buttom and his associate likewise.

Hackerman quickly found the target standing in the middle of the streets. He took out his gun and without any issues manage to plant a bullet just between the eyes as planned.

The second Hackerman came out of his shadows, he heard a gunshot in the other part of Black Bottom. Fuck...

Less than a second after, a searing pain was felt from the heart, as he turns around, the Godfather of New York looked him straight in the eyes and with a slight smile informs him that his associate was taken out by luck before he could offer the protection, he humbly moved aside as Hackerman fell to the ground, dead before he landed. 

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