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| Jimmy The Hitter | Started by: Tommy_Vitale on Dec 28, '24 00:29 |
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Jimmy lays on his bed staring at ceiling fan slowly spin, cigarette smoke rises and he takes another drag. He looks around the room, and sighs, nicotine stained floral wallpaper is seen peeling on every wall. The furnish sparse, a small round wooden table with 4 matching chairs, and mattresses placed around the room. Jimmy, a made man in Zerilli Crime Family has been in this room and one's like it since he joined this life over 20 years ago. He stands up and heads toward the single window, he stares outside watching the snow fall. Woodward Ave, a usually bustling street is almost dead this morning. Jimmy steps away from the window, thoughts on the holiday. He thinks about the life he gave up for the life he chose. Would he be sitting in this dingy room, chain smoking cigarettes, alone. He shakes his head and shakes the thoughts away with it. He looks at his watch, then heads toward a suitcase laying on the ground. He opens it, and extracts a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun. Puts his trenchcoat on, wraps a scarf around him and pulls his hat down. He exits the room, and walks down the stairs, through the emergency exit in the back. In the cold streets of Detroit, Jimmy walks quickly through back alleys. Three blocks over he cuts through an alley and comes upon the rear door of Kratz Bagel Shop, a bagel shop controlled by the Purple Gang. Leaning against the cold brick, Jimmy says a small prayer then picks the lock. He swiftly picks the lock, then creeps through the back kitchen, he sees a lone light on in the back office. He moves quickly, kicking the door in and opening automatically gunfire, two men playing cards are riddled with bullets falling over there chairs onto the ground. Jimmy fast walks out of the building through the rear and walks another four blocks entering a a shabby apartment complex, making his way to the 3rd floor he goes to his room, once he walks inside. It's strikingly similar to the room he woke up in that morning. He lays on a filthy mattress, gun on his chest, he lights up another cigarette. Watching the smoke rise, lost in thought once again. |
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