I guess... I was half expecting to get a cut, but you not killing me is good enough anyway...

Sonny pockets his military gray 1911 and begins to grab crates to load up into the truck.

Is this what we're supposed to do? Load up all these crates? This'll take all night.

If it wasn't for you we would have had extra manpower. Let's just do as much as we can for the moment.

Salvatore, also begins loading up.

We've only got to do another 100 or so crates. 

Two hours later of solid labour the men begin to round up loading up. When two guards pulled up.

You guys alright there? 

Sonny looks down to see him in a black, federal looking suit. Then he looks over at Don and Sal, both of whom are wearing guard suits. Sonny looks at Sal and Don, hopefully they have an excuse or explanation for these guards.

Heyyy....

Sal looks at the badges of the guards. One named Toby, the other Jack.

Yeahh, were good. Jus' taking these loads to a more secure warehouse down South. Word has it that some mafiosos are planning on raiding the place. Boss's orders. Oh and speaking of boss. I think he was lookin' for yah Jack.

Me? Shit, you think he found out Toby. Asks, Jack.

What? That you slept with his boss. Says Toby.

Sal hesitantly laughs tryin' to be as friendly as possible whilst keepin' his left hand on his gun. 

Alright then, see yah, later boys. Have a nice day.

Sal says. Waiting for the coast to be clear. Sal, looks at Don and Sonny.

We need to hurry and get the fuck out of here before they catch onto us.

Yeah... But quickly too.....

Sonny goes by the driver's door and turns around. He pulls out his own 1911, and grabs Marty's thompson with his other hand. He concentrates them both on Sal and Don.

Reach for a fuckin' gun and I'll blast you. My boss wanted the shipment for income, not just a third of it... And don't even think for a second that I'd trust you two...

Sonny stays the barrels of the guns on Sal and Don, while glancing between the both of them.

Salvatore, claps his hand slowly.. One after the other. In a slow... rhythmic... almost sarcastic tune. 

Bravo. Well fuckin' done. I knew I should have shot you but answer me this. Did you reallyyyyy think i'd let you go without any kind of security? In the driver's seat there's a scale. If the person weights less than 80kg.. Tick.. Tick.. BOOM! You. You look like your about half of that. That's my first security measure. If you manage to bypass that. There's a second security measure. Right now, if you look at the wing mirror of the truck you'll see that it has a mini-gun attached. Try it have a look.

Like a doughnut, Sonny turns around for a split-second, just enough time for Sal to whip out his gun and fire at both hands belonging to Sonny. The guns dropped and blood began to spurt everywhere. This was the second time shots rang in the warehouse area and Salvatore heard the alarm going off. He jogged towards the truck and liften Sonny into it. Don followed picking up Marty's body and flinging him in the back of the truck aswell not forgetting his gun. He sat at the back of the truck, ready to fire at anyone who tried coming from behind. Sal, took to the driver's seat and slammed on the pedals as hard as he could. 

YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

Sonny screamed profanities at Sal as they sped out of the compound. The cab was being sprayed with blood, as was the door as Sonny tried to open it and get out... With no result, and the handle not budging, Sonny quickly quieted down to tend his wounds. He looked at Sal.

So now what, will I be found dead flowing down the Missippi River tomorrow?

Sal laughed as he looked back to see tears flowing down Sonny's face. His laugh began to get manic as he put the gear to third held his foot on the pedal and... SMASHED through the gates. Bullets was flying everywhere, skimming past the truck in all directions. He sped out of the fortress until he got onto the main road. Out of danger. Sal, drove for another KM before coming across two men in suits. Sal, stopped the truck and went round to the back. He opened it and out came a forklift-truck. Within minutes the load of heroin was loaded into an unmarked black van. The men in suits went inside and drove off. No words exchanged. No words needed. This was for the blood-hound gang. And as for Sonny over here. Sal had other plans for him.

Sonny gazed in fear and anger through the side-view mirrors as the men picked up the heroin and drove off. He silently cursed himself.... Sonny sat in the cab... Pondering... Waiting...

Sal entered the driving seat once again. And drove. Drove to a destination that only he and his CL and the hands knew about.

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2 HOURS LATER

 Salvatore, entered the realms of his underground lair. His area where he was ordered to make those that wouldn't wanna talk. Talk. He was holding a blind-folded and hand-cuffed poor-old Sonny by the arms and flung him on the table. Two guards grabbed him by the legs and arms and spread them apart so that they could be chained to the ends of the table. Now in a 'X' position. The blind-fold was taken off...

Sonny was sweating, bad. He was chained up in some interrogation room, strapped onto a table. It reminded him of some macrabe torture chamber. Then he saw sal.

What do you want with me? If you want to kill me then just do it!

Sal, didn't reply. Instead he went over to a little metal table and slowly put them on. 

Hold his legs open for me. Imma cut it off and feed it to the pigs outside. Nahh.. that's too gory. 

Sal, watched as Sonny took a sigh of relief. There won't be any relief for a long time bud. He picked up a pair of wire-cutters and walked over to Sonny. After 2 minutes all the fingers were chopped off and put into a bag. All he left was the thumbs. Sal, had managed to get used to the screams and was now able to block it out even. He then picked up the sharpest blade from the table and carved a shape on the forehead. It was the blood-hound gang's. Now that wherever he went he will always be marks as a man who fucked with us. Sal put the blade down and was thinkin' of what to do next when..

Sonny's eyes shot open in the backseat in the cab of the truck... There was no chamber, no table... He instantly looked at his hands. The finger's were still there, so were his balls. He looked at Sal, the truck was still driving. His hands were numb, and he noticed they were tied together. It acted as a restraint and a tourniquet. He looked at Sal.

Where are we going?

Salvatore, drives on the motorway until he gets to a cut-off. He turns off to a forgotten beach. Sal, slowly drived to the edge of the water and begins to back-up. He backs-up until he gets right to the cliffside. He steps out of the car and places a big enough rock on the accelaration pedal that he found around on the beach. 

Shouldn't have fucked with me or my fam.

Sal, takes off the hand-brake and watches the car begin to roll-away. Getting faster.. and faster.. and faster.

Sonny panicked, he saw a box closing in, a flash, light, life. He knew he was going to die... These five seconds seemed like eternity.

Shouldn't have fucked with me or my fam.

He heard Sal, although he seemed miles away. His hands were bound, and the drivers door was open. He dived for the door... He rolled adn spun violently, grass, dirt and pebbles hit him as he twisted... Then he felt nothng. Air, flight. He felt as though he was free... Then he was hanging... The ropes tangled around a small but sturdy outcropping in the rocks... Gravity would be his downfall, he knew it... He could only do one thing...

HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M GOING TO DIE!!! HELP!!!

Salvatore remenisced on the times when him and Sgt_Slaughter were sent on missions together as a family unit. Two-Man cell. He remembered the jobs he did with him. And when he set up shop in LV he was proud that he was now stepping up in life. And for his RHM to die so soon would hurt him. And Sal didn't want that. He jogged to the cliff-side slowly getting faster and grabbed the ropes that were tangled around his wrists. He pulled until Sonny's upper-body was on top of the cliff-side and continued until his whole body was over. Then. Then Sal walked away.  

That. That was for your boss. Not you. 

Sonny was in a daze. He knew not where he was... But he knew he was safe. Sal saved him... But he was tired, weary from a day of work gone wrong. Where Don went, Sonny never did find out... But at that point, all he worried about was sleep. He slowly shut his eyes, and let sleep shroud him, on that cliff, after jumping out of a truck, half hanging off of the cliff... He fell asleep...........

As the Tony was driving by he saw two guys climbing out a car and decided to check it out.So,he pulled to the side of the road a little ways from the bar.Tony got out hugging his black long coat for protection against the cold wind. Making sure he had his fedora on tight he started for the bar...

As Tony was driving by a bar on the East Side he saw two wise lookin' fella's step out a car.So,Tony pulled the car to the side of the road a little ways from the bar.He stepped out hugging his black long coat and making sure his fedora's on tight.As he stepped out he hugged his long coat for protection against the cold wind and started for the bar...