Vincent arrived to America from Netherlands on October 22th. He was sent to America to do a job for his local mob boss Frank Zanucci, it supposed to be a simple job, pick up some very expensive jewelry and get back to home. But unfortunately the job turned out to be a lot harder than he thought. As he arrived to JFK airport, he grabbed a taxi and drove to a hotel, Ambassador. There he had to meet a member of local organised crime who was dealing with jewelry, diamonds, from Africa. He went to the hotel's lobby and walked upstairs to a third floor. He entered the room and saw a guy, suited in black, sitting behind a desk. 
"Welcome to America, where dreams come true", he stood up and reached out his hand. They shaked hands and sat down. Vincent had a briefcase with him, full of money, exactly 250,000$. He opened the briefcase and showed it to the man. As he showed it, another man came out of nowhere and sticked u gun against Vincent's head from behind. 
"Dont fucking move you piece of shit", the man said.

Vincent didnt moved and the man who sat against him, reached for the suitcase and closed it. Vincent was pissed off, he felt how anger in him started to rise. He had a gun in his right sock around the leg but he wasnt able to get it yet. 

As that scumbag was about to go with the suitcase, Vincent jumped up and pushed the guy who was behind him. Vincent suddenly grabbed his gun and shot the man in a chest, second shot took down the man with the suitcase who tried to run to the bathroom. Vincent was all over with blood, he went to the bathroom and washed himself a bit. Fuck a fucking mess he thought to himself, he thought it would be a simple job, quick, but instead he had now two bodies on the floor. He gathered his shit, took the suitcase and ran from the hotel. He had a number, incase something goes wrong in America. He found a phonebooth and dialed the number. 
"Yes? Who is this?" voice said from the other side.

"Its me, Vincent, I had a little problem with the meeting. I need a place to hide and change my clothes. I also need plane tickets man."

Vincent got an address  where to go and he took a taxi. As he arrived to the spot, one guy was already waiting him wit new clothes and new tickets on next flight. Vincent thanked him and walked in. He took a shower and washed himself, then he got dressed up. He went to the phone and dialed Netherlands number.

"Hello?" asked the man in other language.

"Its me, Vinnie. We have some problems. Those americans tried to fuck us. Sadly, I had to eliminate them. I'm at John's place at the moment, got new clothes and tickets."

"What? Those cocksuckers, how dare they do something like that?! I will talk to boss, I'll get back to you soon. Stay where you are, dont fly yet." The man hung the phone. Vincent was a little bit confused, he thought he will have to come back as soon as possible. Now he had to wait in this damn city, where cops probably already searching for him. He was tired, he ate some food and crashed on the couch.

When Vincent finally woke up it was late morning. He took a shower and got dressed. Made some breakfast to himself and read newspapers. Police had found those two dead bodies in a hotel room and they were now on the hunt. He got to the phone and dialed the number.

"It's me Vincent, any news?" He said.

"I talked to the boss Vinnie and he made some phone calls to America. They messed up and they want to meet again, this time it should he all good. Cancel your flights and prepapre yourself. I'll fill you with the details little later as soon as we get everything done. Just stay where you are man." He hung the phone. Vincent was a little bit worried but not too much. He finished his breakfast and smoked a cigarette. He needed a new gun, incase something happens again at the meeting. He called to John and called him over. After 30 minutes John was there, Vincent told him that he needed a new clean gun and few more staff. John said he will take care of that. 
At the evening Vincent got a call from Netherlands and got instructions where to go and who to meet. John brought him the staff he needed and he was ready. He took the suitcase, John had already got a new car and off they went. They headed to New York, the city of organised crime. They arrived to an empty warehouse, stopped the car and got out. Vincent checked his gun behind his back and walked into the warehouse. As he walked in he saw a bunch of guys, one of them, probably the leader, had a scar on his face. He saw Vincent, walked towards him and reached his hand.

"Good to see you Vincent. We are sorry about last incident, someone fucked up really badly. Maybe we can now finish the deal uh?!" He pointed to a table with few chairs and they walked over. Vincent sat down, John was behind him. 
"Where are the goods?"Vincent asked politely, at the same time looking around.

The man with the scar nodded to another guy and that guy brought another suitcase. He opened it and there were diamonds. Vincent couldnt believe what he saw. Vincent then opened his suitcase with 250,000$ and showed it. They both nodded and made the exchange.

"It was pleasure to do business sir."Vincent said to the guy. They both stood up, shaked hands and everybody walked out. Vincent and John sat in the car and drove to the house. As he got in the house, Vincent dialed the number and said that the business is done. 

"We have some jobs for you Vinnie, I hope its ok for you?" voice said in the phone. Vincent didnt wanted any new jobs here in America, He wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"The boss wants you to go and meet this guy, Richie, he will explain you everything. It must be done quiet and fast. Boss hopes to hear a good news from you son." They hung the phone on the otherside. 
Vincent felt that this isnt right but what could he do, if his boss tells something to do, then it'll better be done. He called to John and John supposed to pick me him up. Vincent made himself a cup of coffee and watched some news on television. It turned out that the cops didnt had any clue who the shooter was, so basically for them it was just another gang shooting. Vincent felt a little bit relief but he still wanted to get lost from this country asap. John came few hours later and signaled. Vincent got in the car and they drove off. They supposed to meet Richie at a local park. They sat on the park and waited. 15 minutes later Richie came and told them that the next job involved some weapons and masks. Vincent couldnt believe what he just heard. He thought it would be a simple job, but instead it turned to be a hijacking a truck. "Fuck", Vincent said out loud. They agreed to drive to a local shop and buy the masks. Later that evening they made a plan how to hijack the truck and where to drive it to make it empty. The truck supposed to be a full of cash that was picked up from all post offices around the city of New York. 
At 6 o'clock pm they drove to a nearby area where that truck supposedly should come and make a little stop for another pick up. As they waited there masks on their faces, truck appeared out of nowhere and made the stop. Two guards came off the truck and went inside to get the bags from post office. Vincent and Richie got out of the car and rushed to the truck. As guards appeared outside, Vincent kicked the guard with his pistol and told them to stay on the ground. Guards laid down and Richie got the bags. By that time John was already behind the wheel and ready to go. Vincent was about to get in the car when suddenly one of the guards grabbed a gun and shot Richie in the chest and leg. Luckily he had a kevlar on him so the chest just got a little bump from the bullet but leg got shot. He felt down and started to scream. Vincent raised his gun and shot the guard two times. Guard died instantly and second guard freezed. Vincent helped Richie into the car and John stepped the gas. They drove away from the city and stopped at gas station. John quickly rushed to the station and bought some bandages and alcohol. Vincent helped Richie by pressing on the wound. John came with the bandages and alcohol and gave it to Vincent.

"You need to hold him still John, it will be painful." John hold the Richie and Vincent opened the bottle and poured some on the wound. Richie screamed like maniac as the pain rushed through his body. Vincent quickly got the bullet out and put bandages on the foot. Richie took a long sip from the bottle and then passed out. Now they had to think what to do with the truck and Richie at the same time. They decided that John will take care of Richie and Vincent will go to the warehouse and empties the truck. After that they will meet in the safehouse.

Vincent drove to an empty warehouse and started to get out the bags of money. There were so much money that he didnt knew what to do with it. When he finally emptied the truck, he stashed the bags to an empty room. He drove the car to a nearby empty field and torched it. It burned like a big fire. He walked away and as he got to a freeway, he stopped a car and asked if he could get to the city. Arrived into the safehouse Vincent immediately washed himself and put some new clothes. John came few minutes later and said Richie is alright, his gonna be just fine. John knew a doctor who took care of him. 
Vincent sat down and poured himself a drink. He was too fucking nervous, lighted up a cigarette. After taking a long puff of it he said.

"John, theres so much money that I have no freaking idea what to do with it. We need a plan how to take care of that. Those bills are definetly marked and thats not good. We need to somehow wash this money. You have any ideas?" Vincent took a sip from his glass.

"Well", Richie cleared his throat, "We should contact the boss, maybe he knows what to do."

"Okay man, I will call them."Vincent  stood up and dialed a number. It took several minutes before someone picked up the phone on the other end. Vincent told them about the money and about Richie. They agreed that the money should be sent via boat to Netherlands. 
Vincent hang the phone and told John that they will need a big boat that can take the money there. John said he will look into it. 

"Fuck this shit" Vincent said to John as he was pissed about the boat that John had to take care off. Three days and still nothing, no boat, nothing. Vincent had already got three phone calls from home asking about the money and John couldnt get a boat. 
"Okay, we need someone who can take the money and go as a passenger with a simple cruiseship then. It's not the best option but we have to try." Vincent didnt liked the idea but boss asked about the money all the time so he had to act someway. They organised the money into fige luggages and found a married couple who would go to Netherlands with them. Ship supposed to leave the harbour in two days. Meanwhile John bought them tickets and istructed with the details. Vincent was a little bit calmer now but was still nervous. The security at the harbours might still smell something and they would be left with empty hands. On the day when ship was about to leave, Vincent got another call from home about a simple job in New York. He got a name about a guy who didnt paid his debts back and they wanted Vincent to take care of that little problem. Vincent agreed and tood it would he done soon. Vincent and John drove the married couple to the harbour and gave them the tickets. Couple went to the ship and Vincent with John drove back to the house.

"Okay, we need to do another job John. We need some clothes, guns and masks. Guy's name is Michael Getter and he owes some money to a certain people. They want him to go." John understood the details and went to care of the staff. Vincent took a shower, shaved and got dressed. He made some delicious dinner for himself and relaxed. Soon John came back and brought the things they needed for the job. Since that guy was a junky, they knew where he would buy his drugs. They dressed up, got their guns and sat in the car. They drove to a little corner bar, they parked their car on the side of the road and waited for the guy to show up. At that same corner a drug dealer usually stood and sold his stuff. They waited for 20 minutes and then Michael showed up. As he was talking to the dealer, Vincent and John walked up behind him and Vincent said. "Wheres the money you piece of shit?! You dont fuck with us." Vincent pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. John made few more shots and then they ran to the car and drove off as fast as possible. They went back to the house, threw away the guns and burned the clothes. He sent a little message back home about job done and then he and John had some drinks.

Few days later...

Vincent was still in New York and waited a call from his boss. It was too quiet he thought to himself. An hour later phone rang and Vincent picked it up. 
"Hello? Is it you Vincent?" Voice said in the phone.

"Yeah its me. Whats going on? What happened?"Vincent was anxious.

"The old man has died Vincent, they got him yesterday evening in a restaurant. We're in a war now. Everyone is on the matresses. You need to stay there Vince. You need to go to see an important man Vince. He'll help us. His name is Vittorio Dicenzo. His a very powerful man with big connections and friends. You go to see him today. His waiting you." They hand the phone.

Vincent was angry and sad at the same time. His boss was dead and he was here in America when it happened, he wasnt there to protect him. He needed a drink and a smoke. He poured some whiskey into the glass and lighted up a cigarette. He thought whats gonna be next. What he should do. First he will go and meet this Vittorio. He finished his drink and smoke, went took a shower, shaved himself and got dressed. He called to John and said him to pick him up. Hour later they were driving through city until they arrived a local restaurant called "Dicenzo's". Vincent came out of the car and saw two big guys infront of the restaurant. They searched him and let him in. John stayed in the car. He walked in and looked a round. It was old fashioned italian restaurant. He saw a guy waved at him, to follow him. Vincent walked towards the end of the restaurant when he suddenly saw a man, with a hat on his head sitting behind a table alone. Two bodyguards stood behind him. 
"Welcome Vincent, take a seat". Mr. Dicenzo pointed at the chair. 
"First of all, my condolences to you. I heard the bad news yesterday aswell. Your boss was a good friend of mine, we were friends a long time ago. I understand you guys need some help with the rival family. I can help, but its not gonna be easy. I can provide with some guns and ammo, I have few friends in Europe, old russian generals. They will provide you everything you need. In return I want you to come and work for me." Mr. Dicenzo nodded to one of the bodyguards and he poured some coffee into the cup and placed it infront of old man. 
"I want you Vincent to do me a favor. I need you to kill someone for me. His a local businessman who doesnt want to pay. If he wont pay then I will just gonna take his business. Can you do this for me, Vincent?"

Vincent didnt knew what to answer but he knew he couldnt refuse the job. He'll be dead then. He cleared his throat and said:

"Ofcourse Mr. Dicenzo, I will take care of it, no problem at all. When you need it to be done?" Vincent asked.

"I want it to be done tomorrow. One of my guys will fill you with the details. When its done, we'll meet again and then will discuss about your future here." Old man nodded to Vincent and Vincent realised the meeting was over. He walked back outside and sat in his car. He told John and they drove away.