Charlie stood outside an abandoned storeroom at the railyard in Old City, smoking a cigarette. It was dark, so the flame from his cigarette lit up the area around him. Grunts and moans could be heard coming from inside the small building. After a few minutes, Charlie flicked his cigarette and walked in. The room was empty, with no light, and a door led to a backroom where two of Brigante's associates were beating a man tied to a chair. The man's name was Tony Esposito, a gangster from Providence who had come to Philly trying to get in on the slot machine rackets that Charlie ran for DarwinRoss and Natural Selection. The mistake he made was coming alone, believing Philly was weak after the war that had taken place.

Tony slumped in the chair, his eyes blackened, blood running from his nose and mouth, and his face swelling from the abuse. Charlie walked toward him, waving his guys away, and grabbed another chair that was close by. He sat it in front of Tony and took a seat, putting his hand on Tony's chin and pushing up to get a good look at his face.

Charlie's expression turned disgusted as he told Tony, "You know, I really don't know what you were thinking. You thought you could stroll into Philly and take over?" Charlie smirked. "Hey Tony... Tony, you know you fucked up, right? Philly's closed for business for Providence. Maybe you got some bad info it's not open season, you know?"

Tony coughed, and blood spit out of his mouth onto Charlie's shirt. Charlie looked down at the blood, shook his head, and reached into his jacket, pulling out a cigarette. He put it up to Tony's mouth; Tony was unconscious. Charlie forced the cigarette into his mouth and tapped him on the cheek. "You're gonna want to take a couple of hits, I promise."

Charlie pulled out matches and lit one, putting it to Tony's cigarette and lighting it. He shook the match and threw it, looking Tony in the face. "Go ahead, get a good drag at least, fuck." The cigarette lit up, showing that Tony was taking a hit. Charlie nodded in approval and stood up.

One of Charlie's men handed him a .38 revolver. Charlie quickly aimed at Tony, unleashing three rounds into Tony's head. Tony and the chair flipped back from the impact. The cigarette that was in Tony's mouth went flying toward the ceiling, landing close to Tony's now deceased body.

Charlie walked over and put two more bullets into Tony's head. He walked toward one of his men, handing him the gun. Charlie lit up another smoke and told his guys, "Cut him up, reach out to Stefan_Babic down at Iron & Oil, see if we can get him cubed. Remove his fucking teeth and fingers. If we can't get him cubed, dump and bury him on the outskirts of town." The two men understood the assignment.

Charlie, with his cigarette swinging from his mouth, left the storeroom, got into his Buick, and drove off, not turning his lights on until he hit the highway. He turned on a late night talk show that aired talking about sports and celebrities coming to town to visit the Paramount. Charlie blew some smoke out his window as the Buick glided off into the distance.