Fusari moved down the crowded streets of New Orleans with a picture in his hand searching for one man in this neighborhood. He continues down the road until he hits an apartment building, checking the number on the photo that his target has been spotted by. He enters through the front door & removes the silver-plated colt pistol from his jacket while placing the silencer attachment on the barrel of the pistol. Knocking on the door waiting for his target, Ronnie Tarazzini, to reply to the knocking ''STOP KNOCKING ON THAT GOD-DAMN DOOR, I'M COMING! JESUS CHRIST!".. Ronnie opens up the door, staring into the eyes of Carmine & his jaw-drops.. ''C-c-c-Carmine? w-w-w-what are you doing here?'' Carmine smiles. ''We know what you did Ronnie.'' Carmine levels the pistol with the middle of Ronnie's fore-head. ''CARMINE, PLEASE! YOU GOT TO UNDER-..'' before Ronnie can even finish his sentence, a bullet is released from the chamber and straight through his skull. Carmine places the pistol back into his jacket & exits the apartment building like nothing ever even happened.

''Good job, Carmine.'' Gallifrey says towards Carmine. ''We heard how you handled that job down in New Orleans -.. we need you again, we have more ''tough-guys'' moving their men into OUR turf, we need you to get down to there fuckin' warehouse and whipe them out. I'm trusting you Carmine, can I trust you..?'' Carmine stares towards Gallifrey with a straight face, accepting the job with a simple ''Yes.'' then exits the office of Gallifrey.. Carmine enters his cadillac with his thompson sub-machine gun & begins to drive towards the target building.. Tapping on the steering wheel wondering why these men are so focused on taking all of his friends out -.. Carmine, being a young gangster doesn't understand the gang violence believing it is bad for the buisness they are trying to keep over this city, and if they keep on with this violence they won't have so many politicians in their back-pockets like so many nickels & dimes. But Carmine doesn't complain, he's a fucking soldier, that's all there is too it! Carmine stops thiking of the situation at hand when he finds the building & parks right infront of the place. Lowers the window at the same time of raising the thompson sub-machine gun. Carmine fires off rapid shots into the men who sit outside of the abandoned warehouse they have turned into a compound. Bullets enter through the building & through the guards out front.. More men keep exiting the building to try and shoot at Carmine, but keep getting mowed down by more & more thompson bullets.. But soon, Carmine hears a CLICK after attempting to fire more shots at a exiting man from the warehouse. Carmine watches as the man pulls a pistol up towards the car & begins firing shots towards Carmine. Exiting the car with as much speed as he can get out & looks over the car when another bullet flies past him. The guard runs towards the car where Carmine hides and aims towards Carmine again, LUCKILY.. the man hears a click also, his pistol has ran out of ammo! Carmine getting up to his feet charges at the man FULL-speed ahead & tackles the man into the cement.. They begin to trade punches for about five minutes, before the man removes a stiletto he has concealed in his shoe. He slices through at Carmine's gut & slices him, but doesn't really get in there. The man attempts at stabbing Carmine in the face -- but he grabs his arm in time & Carmine begins to force the knife back into the neck of the guard. Carmine soon gets the knife down & into the neck of the guard, then gets up towards his feet, watching the man die.. Carmine spits on the dead body, enters the car -- then peels out. For Carmine, this is just another day in New Orleans.