*BUMPFF* 

A weakly built door slams from it's hinges, Scratchy -was- sitting on his chair as two large boulders force themselves through. The doors top hinges flies off as the small chink of the metal bounces a couple of times onto the wooden floor, as the dust from the cieling tumbles down causing a miasma in everyones eye sight. Alone, seemingly using a knife to pick some gunk out of his toenails - now has only one shoe on, behind a table with a gun, 

"YOU DON'T WANNA' BE DOIN' THIS," Scratchy says, pumping himself up as the adrenaline kicks in,

"NO, I DO" A familiar voice rings out, as Scratchy starts to peak through the wooden table he's behind, "Oh.. yea' I should've guess this is the rea-" As Scratchy tries to let out his final word, Luciano shoots a whole clip of his gun where Scratchy's head would've been,

"YOU FUCKED MY CASH," Luciano says as the ear piercing shots turn to clicks as the hammer flips back with no ammo to fire, "And now, your gunna pay with your FUCKING LIFE," 

Scratchy see's two red eyes comming towards him, as Scratchy lifts hands both in the air - with his trigger finger loosely swaying from side to side his weapon, "No no no, wait - wait, Zwei didn't tell you?!" He pauses, looking side to side, to the bodyguards to Luciano himself, yet Luciano still charges foward as a right fist lands to the right of his jaw, causing him to collapse. 

The double vision recollects into a full view as Luciano is seen relaoding his weapon with another mag, "No one told me -SHIT- Scratch, and someone has to pay for fucking with me, and the last person that my men strangled info out of, it was you," 

"N-no, wait a second-" Scratchy hazed from the punch, kicks into gear, "IT WAS PLANNEd," Scratchy shouting as Luciano cocks his gun back and points it at him, 

"Talk. It might be the last sentance you've ever said," Luciano eyes looks like his internally counting, his fist bloodied and red from the punch and his two bodyguards outside, seemingly keeping anyone from comming inside, 

"Okay, okay... We found out the wacko sicilian families, the ones that took over parts of Downtown's business center last month - they have hit the dock-yard, big - without us even knowing boss - honestly.." Scratchy pauses, as he lifts his hands up, mouthing "I'm just going to stand up," before getting adjusted to being vertical, he speaks again, "We got our FBN agents to raid your cash, okay? -OUR- FBN agents - the drop is tomorrow afternoon with all your-stuff. Did you say you strangled a guy-no back on topic," Scratchy coughs for a second, "It's a set up, i have plans Luciano, please - no one died, no one got hurt, most importantly nothing's stolen.." 

Things start to simmer down, the combative attitude in Luciano's trigger finger relaxes, as he lowers the weapon. Luciano holsters his pistol as he comes closer to him embracing him, "If you ever do anything like this again, i'll have your mother, your sister and your future children on a cross in the middle of downtown, naked. Stripped. Beaten. Am i understood?"

A silent gulp is the only thing that is uttered as the hug is left with silence as Luciano wipes his forehead and leaves, as one of the bodyguards attempts to fix the door but leaves it slanted to the right, not fully closing.