Luis took a long drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray and making his way out of his headquarters to address the masses.. He stopped and cleared his throat as the flashes of cameras continued blinding him....

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman, Please allow the remaining members for the following fallen families 7 days to seek new home. This protection order only covers people tagged and active within the past 7 days and will be active until the 16th of July at 4:20 MR time."

He stops and pulls a sheet of paper from his suit and unfolds it before reading off the names...

The Conspiracy Collective
The Sewer
Ndrangheta
The Dragons Den

"That is all thank you!" 

Luis retreats back inside as they all tried to throw questions in his direction, they will get their speech soon enough he thought to himself...

Luis quickly stumbles back out of his HQ, embarrassed a bit, he pulls another note from his pocket and reads it quickly

"The following crew was also to be named under protection, forgive me I am drunk on Crown and Cork Whiskey...."

The Bulwark

Teets clears this old throat after a good laugh

This protection order is the first in all your killing sprees. The firing range is where you are to take on target practice. You are a total disgrace to the Godfather rank. 

Taradiddle_ listened to Luis_Patangeli's short speech

Thirty-three killed in a single wave. Decent planning, Godfather!
Taradiddle_ applauded and smiled, despite being annoyed that he had to wear a _. He felt like his Identity was stolen from him.

Seven more fell within the same hour. There must have been a huge number of people shooting, Godfather Patangeli.

Then came the next wave, as it apparently was still needed. From these first shots fifteen more were killed in wave number Two; including thirteen that were under made.

Taradiddle_ shook his head.
You can never get rid of enough Goomba's, can you? With all due respect for the amazing planning and shooting skills, it's awkward that you have taken it so far, sir.
Were these Goomba's a threat? If even for proing others? You know that all in command were gone already. Were your people bored?
Surely, your fourty (plus) shooters would have been able to take care of whatever what was left after the wave that overcame Los Angeles?

I can't understand the state of mind of the regime, I guess. Should we call this paranoia? Or are we looking for a stronger word for this state of mind?

To be clear, I don't mind that my father was shot. He was an upper in Pasadena, and if he could re-tell, he would have said he was proud that he went down alongside his leader.
Anyway, I am happy that there is a protection for those that are left crewless, also for the TWO members from the crew my father was in that are still alive.

Taradiddle_ chuckled

Whatever the reason will be for taking out people that are so young and of low rank, I guess my name would suit others better.

Taradiddle_ smiled and stepped back

The only possible thing that can be read from this is never ever accept an invitation to a Patangeli party. 

Here's the view when you turn up:

And here's the view when Luis says "Oh...we have guests"

I mean, why bother?  There's about five people left.  It's like a bowl of pistachios.  You eat and eat until it's just the shit ones that look rotten or you can't open that are left then you say "Do you want a pistachio?"

Luis_Pistachio