Frank sat at his desk in his office at his new bakery he just opened up. He was smoking a cigerette and sipping some gen. It was early in the morning with the sun just rising,the bearly lit sky seeping some light through the blinds. With the smell of early morning pastries being cooked in the kitchen. Frank was sitting thinking of his life now that he was a Mafioso,no longer a petty thug on the streets. The phone rang.

"Hello,Franky's Bakery?"

"Yea this is Frank."

"What..wait?"

"Yea,a bank job eh?"

"Ok drop by here and we can discuss it."

"Arriva derci."

Frank hung up the phone and sat back down waiting for the person to arrive......A few minutes later Frank heard the bell on the front door to the Bakery ring. He heard his bakery manager speaking then his door to his office opened.

"You the one i spoke on the phone with?....."

Africanus was conversing with the Bakery Manager when Frank came in from the back. He turned to answer his question.

"Called? Yeah, I called about ordering a couple dozen anisettes and some biscotti. I heard you guys were the best." He said confidently.

"We sure are,Luca take care of him for me."

Frank was surprised at the answer but figured the guy would arrive soon.

"Anything else let me know."

Johnny walked into the butcher shop and approached Luca.

Hey. Is your manager here? I got some bad salami and I'd like to discuss the matter with him.

John leans on the counter and looks as Luca heads to the back office.

Superbee struts in and looks at Franky with the evil eyes.

I said NO raisins you mutt...

Superbee starts to laugh at how shaken up Franky got.

John walks out of the butcher shop.