Machine gun bullets fly threw Tony's hotel window in New York, violently waking him up out of his sleep. He rubs his his eyes finally realizing what's happening he rolls off his bed hitting the ground, grunting. Quickly getting up onto his feet he ducks out in to the back of the hotel room, heading in to the bathroom. Tony's heart beating fast he hears someone start opening the door. Tony reaches for the window opening it, he then flings himself out. The drop would be four meters high, causing Tony to smash into the rubbish bin below him. Sweat pouring down his forehead, he staggers back to his feet hopping up and out of the rubbish bin. The gunman makes it to the window Tony jumped out of aiming a Tommy gun and firing it. Ducking his head down Tony sprints out of the alleyway and disappears into the busy streets, muttering to himself.

Surely Don Hush would never have me killed unless.... No it can't be. I need to get a line to him. Tony attempts to reach out to his family back in Chicago but just as he thought no one was picking up for deep down he knew what had happened. Silent tears rolled down his face as he gets ahold of Wheeler.

They killed everyone, i don't know who they are. My family's dead and someone just tryed to kill me. Wheeler tells Tony to head to Seattle and laylow so Tony catches the next flight to Seattle after talking with Wheeler he makes his way to the Blue Belle Suite where he contacts Taps Man. In return Taps Man gives him a new place to call home... Tony spent his entire life being loyal to the Chicago area. Now it was a graveyard filled with his friend's and loved ones. Don Hush, Don Piecre, Kenji, Sana, Eric, Massimo and the rest of the Villlins had all been killed. Their Headquarters burnt to the ground. Tony couldn't process all this, he was happy, he finally found a family that loved him and it was all taken from him in a split second, left to wonder the world he hopes one day he'll replace the dark hole where his heart is for he knew true pain.

As a true Newyorker he had the same feeling when being in Chicago when the mass-shooting started and he really were surprised and got scared a bit to when seeing some he knew well getting gun-down fast in the allyes, he took cover behind some big trucks so no one could see him and he stood there quite a while with tears running down his face,

So many were killed so the blood started fast to filled the alley and big bloodstained were there all over the place, he got away in one piece from there, shaking like he had seen a ghost or something.

So many great ones lost and he really wanted to roll back to make this not happen but so it is in life, not much to do about sadly enough, just to keep on going forward and never looking back even if its hard some times.

Once again death followed Tony to Seattle, within 24 hours Wheeler had been shot dead, Tap's-Man shot dead. Tony packed all his gear in to a suitcase as he dashed to a airport in Seattle boreding a flight to Detroit. He reached out to a friend Eric Wright Jr, the son of the late Eric Wright. Who put him in to contact with the Snow Flakes. So many had lost their lives in the last 48 hours, it made Tony wonder how he was still alive.

Tony laughs, was this no name coward talking to me? How can he speak of honor? 

I challenge you to a dual.

The cold air around Tony sends shivers up his spine, he could feel the Grim reaper getting closer. The feeling of death approaching, tucked away in and undisclosed location Tony took time to reflect on his life, he rolls himself one cigarette and one joint. He lights the joint up and let's his mind drift away. He thinks back to the times where he was still young, he thinks about his first mentor. Sao he was long gone by now, taught Tony everything he knew. Gave him the tools he needed to serve Don Hush and Tony showed his lineage nothing but loyalty remaining a soldier to their family even though they were all dead, Tony had seen three great wars in his life time, the amount of bodys he had seen would scare the devil himself.

Boo-hoo you fucking coward. Go hang yourself.

Are you triggred? Have i made you mad? And you'll die again ha-ha.

You have issued a challenge to duel to Grin-08.

Pew Pew Special

We come with news that in the last few minutes, the great MobGov muse Tony_TwoTimes has passed. We here at MG-PPR will release the life and times of the Jonah-like Jumper. 

We have exclusive footage of what has been reported to be his final thoughts...

”Dum dum de dumm.”

Errrr...Tony_TwoTimes folks. Or Tony_IJumpedTwoTimesAndStillNeverMadeItOutAlive. 

“This seems a bit aggressive MG-PPR.” I took a long drag off of my cigarette before pulling from the flask that was in my pocket, “We can all clearly see what had happened. Is it necessary to beat a dead horse?”

Leaning against the old brick of the building, I enjoyed my smoke, not really expecting an answer but wouldn’t be surprised if one came at the same time.

The notorious druglord pokes his nose in some business that has nothing to do with him.

Dont know what you've been smoking, but he doesnt look like a horse to me

HEYO!

With that the druglord disappears in a cloud of smoke, probs just to be afk again