BigCapo and Creedinetti are in the back seat of a sleek black sedan. Joey the driver makes his way to a durden safehouse on the outskirts of Chicago, Capo hands his accomplice a pair of gloves and bandana putting on his own shortly after. “Remember the plan man. Two on the door. Control. Hit the door bag should be behind the bar.” Capo says checking his guns chamber racking one and putting it in his coat. The driver hits a left and speeds up a few block more. Traffic is light tonight thankfully, the driver begins slowing down just before a red brick building on a vacant corner. A neon sign on the outside reading BAR gleams in the night. Two guards just like the intel said. 
 

“let’s go quick and easy hopefully. In and out shouldn’t even need to kill em.” Capo whispers as he opens the door walking out of the sedan the famous Chicago wind blowing at his back closing the door as his partner Creedinetti also steps out of the car and makes his way to the curb beside Capo. 

Creedinetti steps out of the sedan, straightening his coat against the cold Chicago wind. He takes a moment to survey the building, his eyes briefly settling on the two guards outside.

“Quick and easy, he says. Famous last words, brother.”

He smirks, pulling on his gloves before turning back towards Capo.

“Two on the door, bag behind the bar. Sounds simple enough. Though I’ve got a feeling these gentlemen won’t be too pleased to see us.”

Creedinetti adjusts his coat and glances back at the waiting sedan.

“Let’s keep this clean. We’ve got a steakhouse to run, and I’d rather not spend opening night explaining bullet holes in my favourite suit.”

He gives Capo a slight nod, ready to follow his lead.

“After you, brother.”

Capo chuckles at Creedinetti as they both begin to walk up the street. I’m just a few seconds they’re at the spot. Capo nods to his partner as they get close to the durdens on the door. 
 

without a word capo reaches for the one on the left, grabbing a hold of his arm, and pressing his pistol underneath the guards chin. At the same time Creedinetti gets control of the other guard. 

“Inside. Now. “ Capo says in a hushed but firm tone while spinning the guard around now pressing the barrel into his back. 
 

inside the bar is quiet. Dimly lit, a handful of durden associates sit around a table near the bar as the bar tender wipes up today’s spillages from the countertop. Capo throws the guard he has into the room and into a wall. 

“Good evening gentlemen. Stay seated please. No one needs a lead injection today it’s such a beautiful night why ruin it?” He says with a chuckle. “My friend here will be taking that bag behind the bar barkeep. Hand it over nice and easy and I won’t have to paint your lovely walls with this fuck up of a gangsters little brains here now. Understood?” Capo says motioning for Creedinetti to get the loot. “Go if they move this one gets a new exit.”