Se7ven checked his clip one last time before sliding it into his Colt M1911 A1. He looked around the street, it was quiet other than a lone scream that was heard in the distance, but it was abruptly stopped.

The neighborhood was known for attracting low life scum to it's filthy streets, and Se7ven had followed the man to a less than popular bar in that neighborhood to conduct his business.

As he crossed the street with a brisk walk, a nervous bead of sweat ran down his forehead and along the side of his cheek, he wiped at it frantically and walked faster toward the door, his gun gripped tightly under his leather jacket.

When Se7ven opened the door to the gathering place he immediately saw the man, a stocky but well-built man with wide shoulders. The man sat at a table by himself in the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Se7ven made no eye conctact with the man as he continued onto the bar. As he walked he counted four other patrons in the building, not including the bartender. Four. Four men he was not sure would have weapons or not, he counted on surprise to buy him enough time to finish the job and be gone before they could react.

Then, Se7ven abruptly changed his direction, he began walking straight for the stocky man, he pulled out his colt, looked the man in the eyes and saw something terrible there, as he squeezed off two rounds into his chest he spun to face the bartender. As the bartender looked back at him with a shocked expression Se7ven fired off three bullets in his direction before sprinting out the door and into a waiting car.

As soon as the door of the bar swung closed the car was off down the street and turning onto a side road.

The job was done. Se7ven would be paid in full and he was sure the Head would be happy with his efforts. But something bothered him, the first man he had killed had not been shocked or horrified by the gun pointed at him, he looked like he was almost laughing.

Se7ven shook his head to clear his thoughts.

The job was done. It was not his place to ask why it needed to be done, or who the man even was. It was done. That is all that mattered.

Sirens in the background could be heard as the cops responded to the shots that had rang out.

The headlines would claim that another organized crime had taken place in the slums of New York.

Another day, Another Job.

Johnjo was standing in a phone booth outside the bar and from his position he could see all the events as they transpired. Johnjo watched as the hitter approached his target and took him and all the surrounding men out. everything went down smoothly. None of the other men even had the time to pull out their weapon. Even before the hitman had fully left the bar, Johnjo was dialing the phone number he was given and had already used twice in the last week alone.

" Hello?", a raspy voice on the other side of the phone answered. " Hey its me. The job went off without a hitch. This guy, he is the right one after all. Now is my job done?" Johnjo whispered into the phone. "Your done when I say you are. Now here's what I need you to do." What could John do? He owed the man a huge debt. He listened to what the man's instructions.

A Few hours later
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Johnjo had actually managed to beat the hitter home and into his apartment. As John awaited the man's arrival he took in his surroundings. The room was very Spartan like. This was obviously just a safe house he keeps for in between jobs John reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a short wooden club. He got into position behind the door and awaited his target. When he heard his target approaching the room, he tensed up and raised his weapon. When the door opened and the man walked in John brained him over the head with his short weapon. He quickly closed the door and grabbed the rope he'd brought with him and hog tied the hitter. He threw the man over his shoulder and carried him downstairs and threw him in the trunk.

2 hours later
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As the man awoke Johnjo ot into position in front of the bed he was laying down on top of and waited till his eyes opened.

* groan*

" What the? Where the hell-"

" Hello Se7ven. How are you on this fine evening?"

" Who are you? What do you want?"

" Relax my friend. All in good time. For now, all you need to know is this: Me and You? We're gonna start a war.

As Se7ven regained his composure and his eyes began to clear of the blurryness he took in his surroundings. He was now sitting up on a bed that was stripped of everything but a pillow and mattress. The room he was in was equally bare, some peeling wallpaper and a dirty window were the only decorations in the otherwise small and plain room. The door as closed and looked to have a deadbolt in it. Se7ven wondered what was on the other side.

"Who are you and where am I!?" Se7ven demanded.

He reached up to his head and winced at the bloody mat of hair he felt there. He had a blinding headache that was impeding his attempts at concentrating on a way of escaping the small room.

"Who I am does not matter. What matters is Why your here." Johnjo Marveled at how people in his position usually asked the wrong questions.

" Well then asshole would you mind explaining my presence here?"

" First I'd rather explain something else to you." Johnjo was sitting on a chair across the room with his legs crossed. He watched as Se7ven went to the windows try to get his bearings. It was an exercise in futility. This was not John's first rodeo. He knew exactly how the game was played. "First of all let me tell you that trying to escape would be a very bad idea. Yes you might overpower me, but in your condition I'd doubt it, but as soon as you left there would be shooter after you who will hunt you down and end you."

"That's all well and good, but, what the hell am I doing here?"

" I told you. You and me are going to start a war together."

" A war" Se7ven asked dumbly. " Yes man a war. Next time you take a job maybe you should research your victim a little more carefully."

" You mean that guy I killed earlier tonight? The Head assured me that he was a no name. A nobody."

" Well, you know what that tells me? Either your Boss didn't know, he was wrong, or he Lied to you. Either way your still fucked buddy."

" What war are we starting? and between who? Why are we-"

Johnjo put a hand up to stop the flow of questions. He got up slowly and went to the window. " This here is not the best place to be having this conversation. We have to get out of here. Johnjo reached into his pocket and threw se7ven a set of keys. "Go into that room over there and grab the weapons in there. We have company. And hey! Don't try anything funny."

Se7ven decided he might as well trust the man, considering his situation, he had few options.

As he walked to the other room he opened up the weapons room. The opposite wall had three Tommy Guns leaning on it. To Se7ven's right side he saw a table with a two colts, one which seemed to be half way through being cleaned, the other fully maintenced. As Se7ven grabbed the clean colt he also grabbed two Tommy Guns and walked back out to the mysterious man.

"Alright, I got the guns."

Se7ven says as he hands the man a Tommy Gun and a round ammo drum.

"Who's coming for us?"

Se7ven asks as he flips over a desk near what he assumes is the entrance to the building.

Taking cover behind it, Se7ven checks his ammo and waits.

Aldo walked in through the entrance to the shoddy tenement with his Thompson drawn and an accomplice at his side.

Aye, you do have company.

Aldo points at the keys with the Tommy gun's barrel.

Noone grab the keys or those weapons until I get answers.

The barrel wanders to Johnjo.

Now, I never get to see the bright of day, but here's an exeption. Now tell me why my boss sent me out here to look for you, and not some thugs to do it? I heard your talk, these walls are paper thin, so don't try pullin' a fast one!

(OOC forget that last post)

Aldo walks in through the front door of the worn, abandoned, and beaten home. His only weapon, a colt 1917 snub nosed revolver, was nestled safely in his jacket pocket. He knew there were men there, but he didn't know where.

Hello, now don't open fire, I'm just here to talk... for now. Just come out in a calm and orderly manner and we can have a conversation.

He raised his hands as to show he didn't have a weapon at his immediate disposal.

" Aldo hello. I've been awaiting your arrival. Unfortunately We have run out of time to talk here. Your late. What happened to you?" Never mind Johnjo said as Aldo began to respond. "Men with guns are mostly likely on their way here, and I'd rather not be here when they kick in the door."

" How do you know my name? How did you know I was coming? Aldo asked. Johnjo did not bother to respond to his inquires and reached into his jacket and pulled out his Walther PPK .380. "Now Lets get the hell out of here. Everything will be explained once we are safe." Almost before John had finished speaking, the screech of brakes being applied sounded outside the apartment building. "Fuck!" Johnjo exclaimed.
"Everyone get outside and head toward the fire escape. I had a contingency plan set up just for this."

As the others cleared the room, Johnjo reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small mirror. He used the light of the rising sun to signal a message to the apartment building directly across this room. As soon as his message was sent, another one returned. Johnjo smirked t the thought of what was to come. As Johnjo watched 6 extremely well muscled men ran across the street into the building he was currently in. As he listened the sound of tommy guns being fired sounded. Johnjo smiled and calmly walked out of the room with his weapon hanging at his side. He hoped those Guys he was forced to work with were still alive. It'd be very annoying if they'd up and died on him.

Quickly running down the fire escape stairs, Se7ven shoulders open the door and breathes in the fresh air. Suddenly the sound of gunshots make Se7ven turn quickly and pull out his colt. Behind him, Se7ven sees six men run out of the building he just exited and jump in a van. With tires screeching they rocket down the street and around a corner.

"What in the fu-"

"Let's get going, more are on the way!" Johnjo says as he joins both Aldo and Se7ven on the street.

"We can take my car, it's parked just over here" Says Aldo as he and his accomplice start lightly jogging towards it.

Se7ven and Johnjo follow closely behind, and all four of them pile into the car.

Aldo, who is now crammed into his two seat coupe, starts the mercedes SSK and looks at his new accomplices.

Okay, now what? Where to?

"Head toward where the rich people live" John directed calmly. As Aldo pulled off two more black sedans rounded the corner at breakneck pace. They were coming up behind the trio rapidly " Looks like this might turn into a car chase Gentleman. "Don't worry though. I planned for this as well." As soon as John finished speaking two black sedans rounded the corner ahead of them and two burly men leaned out the windows of each car with automatic weapons in hand. Aldo and Se7ven began panicking but john was calm as ever. The two cars sped past them and opened fire on the enemy car. " See? Nothing to be worried about. I got this under control."

Se7ven glances back quickly and wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Jesus.. What have I gotten myself into..?"

He whispers to himself as Aldo picks up speed along the road. As Se7ven looks out the window he notices the houses slowly growing bigger and more decorative.

"When I get out of my apartment I'm going to live somewhere along here.."

Se7ven says to no one in particular.

Aldo keeps driving while Johnjo looks calm and dismissive of the nervous glances Se7ven keeps shooting at him.

Aldo sees a sun dried, tan estate off to the right, he glides into the driveway and looks to his new comrades.

I may have to go, my apologies for cutting our meeting so short.

Aldo got out of the sedan and walked into the estate. A few minutes later, him, a man in a suit, and two burly men leave the estate and get into an extended rear sedan. Aldo waves goodbye to the two men as the vehicle drives off.

I wonder if they'll keep my car, he murmurs to himself, before looking at the older gentleman in the suit.

Se7ven dips his head towards Aldo as he drives off.

"Well then, what next?"

Se7ven asks as he turns toward Johnjo.

" Well Lets get inside where we can discuss things more comfortably." As the now duo walked along, Johnjo wondered who that man in the suit was. He had not planned on Aldo ducking out so early. But he was confident he could still make this work.The two entered the house and made their way to the Cigar room. It was a big house indeed. " I have no idea if you are aware of how The Cosa Nostra is currently smuggling their drugs in, but I do know that most of these operations are based out in Cuba. Now Back in the day, before I was in The Life, I used to work for a man known simply as The Old Man. He was a contractor that used to organize the wetwork for the American CIA in the Early days. This man trained me and gave me the skills I now have today. He was sort of a spymaster if you will. Well that man did me a huge favot, and the time has come to repay him. Mostly because I'll be dead if I don't. Now back to Cuba. Some new guys in town are moving in on the already established gangs out there. I hope I don't have to tell you the consequences of having to start fresh with some newbies. So various unmentioned figures in The Mob have hire The Old Man to make sure that the Newbies don't take over. We'll be Leaving the Country soon. There we will meet the Old Man in Person. That is, if you agree to all this"

Outside the sound of a car pulling into the driveway could be heard. A well dressed man and some of his body guards exited the vehicle. The man proceeded to recline against the car while signaling his Guards to enter the house.

"Our Ride is here. You coming?"

Se7ven knows he will surely be killed if he declines. The thought of learning these skills Johnjo has spoken of have peaked his interest as well.

"Yes, I'll come with you."

Se7ven replies with a sly grin.

To Be Continued..