Walking in to the Bar where you were told to meet, security seems tight, after being frisked by one of the four doormen you walk inside and see most of your crew sat in groups talking amongst themselves. Just like you they were called here by the LHM, who is stood over by the open fireplace, smoking a cigar and collecting his thoughts. You take a seat near a few friends to discuss what you think you have been called here for.

“I’ve heard that the snake slipped up” said one Mafioso

“The Snake? Nah he’s a good guy, if anyone is in trouble its tommy three toes” said another

“I’ve heard there’s a big job going down” you say to the other mafioso’s, who look at you wanting to know more.

Before you can say anymore, the CL Mikhaela walks out from behind the bar, in her bright red low cut dress, followed by Sammy, who is straightening his tie. Everyone stands up and shuts up, waiting for Mikhaela to say something.

“OK, you all know why you are here, anyone who turns up late obviously isn’t good enough for this job. I selected you because you are the Quintessence, the cream of the crop, the best of the best and I trust you. Now we’ve got a Job on, organised by Mr Sparrow it’s going to be a big job, and he’s never let me down before, so I will let him explain what’s going down”

Jack throws his cigar into the fire and begins to speak

“Right listen up, we’ve got a tip of the Robinson family wanting to take over some business here in Philly, a few of their men have been spotted wandering the streets and I have word the rest will be arriving on a plane in a few hours. My plan is to take out that plane as soon as it hits the ground, with NO civilian casualties.”

You look at Jack, is he mad wanting to take out an aeroplane with pistols?

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry, I have it covered. I have a friend who can supply me with fake uniforms, so we will be disguised as airport officials, bagmen and technicians. Our plan is to not let them get off the plane, get the job done, and get out of there before the police arrive. I will explain more details when I know you’re with me. Any questions?”

You sit there trying to comprehend what’s going on, you know your life is at risk every day, but today was going to be a risk. You think for a second before standing up and asking your question.

You begin to hear whispers and murmurs among your fellow brothers and sisters. Even though you have taken a seat in the middle of the group, you feel alone...lonely... You have doubts, concerns, fears. However, this is no place to voice those doubts and concerns. Especially fear. You have proven yourself as a worthy associate in a chaotic world....a man amongst giants and legends as you gaze upon Sammy and JackSparrow. As you put your head down contemplating what lies ahead, you look up and notice your leader, your Boss, Mikhaela, setting your sights upon you...as if she was whispering to you "This is what you were meant to do. Become your destiny." You stand up, scraping the chair on the floor, capturing the attention of everybody in the hot, cigar-smelling, room.

"I have no questions. Even though I am new to this family, as I sit here among wise men and women, proven leaders, and future difference makers, all I hope to accomplish in this life is to prove my worthy among you. I thank you for considering me a member of this family...for taking me in...for giving me the opportunity to prove myself amongst legends.

Takes a drab of his cigarette. Purposefully, you hold the smoke in your system to feel the high, as if hoping you feel the pain inside the chest to see if this is real.


"I can say, with all confidence, that what needs to be done...will be done. We are the elite in this world. We are who the world fears and respects. We know our roles...our responsibilities...we know what's at stake. We defend what's ours. We shall embrace Death with open arms, as if we were seperated at birth. We will accomplish our goals. We will prevail. We will become the masters of our own destiny."

Sits back down. Nobody and nothing moves. You begin to question if what you said was the right thing to say.

Geraldine smokes her cigarette listen to Rosselli's speech. She likes his passionate expression and tries not get carried away from his eloquence. After her fellow mofo is done and silence fills the room she speaks softly.

My speech won't be as encouraging and enthusiastic as Rosselli's was. I just wanted to say that there's no way we let those small time criminals roam around our city and think that they are decent mafiosi. Let's take them down!

Geraldine crosses her legs and she nonchalantly lights another cigarette.

Falure. You failed to take down the Robinson Family
A critical miss!
Something went terribly wrong with your attempt!
You never believed nerves would get the best of you. But as the plane rolled into the airport, their men were prepared, you had no chance.

RIP to all members of D'Quintessence of Philly, and all members lost.