Fulmineo was in the back room of his business. Currently he had no customers but that was okay. The business was always meant to be more of a fort than a business anyway. You see, his shop had many dangerous, wild animals. Some of which he let walk around the shop in the off hours. They were trained to attack any intruders who entered after lock up. Fulmineo had set this up as a way to protect himself from attackers. I mean...would you try to rob someone if you knew there was a chance you could be eaten by an African lion? Or maybe a Siberian tiger? I think not. But apparently there was someone out there in the world who was suicidal enough, or maybe stupid enough, to break into his shop. Fulmineo got up and grabbed his .45 and made his way to the front of his shop. He stayed low as he spotted the intruder. The intruder looked very nervous. How unusual in this thing of ours. Perhaps he was a new arrival? Anyways, it didn't matter. There was only one way he was leaving his shop now. Fulmineo rose from the shadows and raised his weapon.

" who are you?"


*intruders point of view*

The voice came from nowhere. And the lack of emotion in his voice had almost made him shit his pants. Thats how he knew that he had the right guy.

" You don't know me. But my father knew yours. I....I came here to ask a favor of you. I know you don't know me but I am here begging you for this favor. I will do whatever you ask of me."

" Why would I help you?"

"Please! Hear me out then you can kill me if you wish"


"Speak" was all he said. I had no idea if he was going to help me or planning on killing me where I stand. But I had to start speaking. I had to convince him. Convince him to rescue my daughter.

"Allow me to start by explaining why I came to you for help. My father had once known yours. He is dead as well. But we played together once. I believe you won most of our games. But anyway your Father and Mine had a very profitable relationship. They came into....what you do at the same time. And so I thought that you would help me in honor of our father's memories."


"I see. Continue" Was all Fulmineojr Responded.

"A few days ago, my daughter was kidnapped. Yesterday I received a picture of her holding a current newspaper. Naked. Those bastards are raping my innocent daughter!"

"Why would they kidnap your daughter?"

"I am a Prosecutor. I was working a case against some powerful mobsters. We won. I guess this is retribution."

"What are they demanding?"

"They want their boss released. But I don't have that authority. I can't. I don't understand why they would even think I could. Please, will you help me?!"

"Listen, buddy, I'd like to give you a hand but I can't do anything that might harm the family"

"Please! you have to help me! there is no one else I can think of that could help me!"

"Did you try the POLICE?"

"They are useless in these matters. Trust me I know."

" I'll help you. On one condition. You will now be on the Family's payroll. Without the pay part."

A FEW DAYS LATER

*Fulmineo POV*

The interior of the car had gradually turned very hot. It had sat in the same place for 2 days. Fulmineo had done nothing but watch the same building for two days straight. He never left the car. For any reason. Not even to take a leak. He pissed in his water bottle. Luckily he never had to do the other option. Which worried Fulmineo slightly. He had been watching the building closely for any signs that It was the Place. If those bastards were really in there. Raping an innocent little girl....He'd kill each and every one of them. After finding out from Matthew that the Mobsters he were prosecuting were from Delaware, he knew exactly who was responsible for this atrocity.

As Fulmineo contemplated what type of horrors were being committed, a man walked out of the building he was watching. A crescent shaped scar on his cheek. This was definitely the place. That was the Infamous adopted brother of one of the top guys in Delaware. His name was Louis' " the face" Hunt. Anyone who ever got an up close look at him could tell where he got the name from. And it wasn't from his scar. Fulmineo waited until " the face" left and then he exited the car. He then went towards the building. Over the past few days Fulmineo had plotted a way into the building undetected. On his second day of watching he had spotted a small window, which he assumed went into the basement. After doing a quick round of the premises Fulmineo prepped for hi entrance into the building. He arranged his gun and crouched low to the ground. He propped the window open and creeped into the building. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he heard the sound of grunting and muffled screaming. He pulled out his trusty .45 and headed for the sound. And what he found there was one of the most horrifying and sickening things he'd ever seen. He raised his weapon.......

(Kidnapping Victim P.O.V.)

Lena struggled to push the Brute of a man off her. I'll never stop fighting these assholes. If I die, I'll die with honor. I'll be sure to make my father proud. Her captor tried to force her to her knees. Lena widened her eyes. Not in fear. But in hope. As she watched a man stepped in the doors frame with his pistol raised. He took aim and spoke:

" Step away from the girl" Even from the door, Lena almost fainted from the force of his voice. And her would- be assailant was shaking in his boots.

" Whaddaya want? How'd you get in here? T-There's an alarm on the door....

The man never finished his sentence as a gunshot suddenly rang out. " I didn't ask you all that. I asked you to step away from the girl. And now unfortunately you will have to drag yourself away from the girl."

After that with a lot of shaking and pleading for his life her captor dragged himself into a nearby corner. "Now. You know that what you have done here. In this place, has condemned you to death. There is nothing that will save you now. But there is more than one way to die. If you want me to end this quickly.....you will tell me where your partner went. And you will tell me who ordered this....Well?" The man said nothing. "I'm not a patient man. I will give you 5 more seconds to make up your mind." Still the man said nothing.

Fulmineo sighs " Always the hard way isn't it?" The man looked at Lena, and her breath caught. "Grab this idiot and follow me."

THIRTY MINUTES LATER.

*Fulmineo P.O.V.*


AAAAAAAAAH! The man screamed and twitched. " No matter how you twist and turn.....you'll never get out of those chains." No matter how much Fulmineo hated this man, he had to admit that he was impressed at his resilience. He had suffered some of the worst torture performed on a human body since the Inquisition.....for ten minutes " Lena! Come in here. And bring the mallet." As the door opened Lena walked in carrying the next tool in Fulmineo's repertoire.

"Help me grab him and place him on the table." As they dragged the goon over to the table and chained him to it Fulmineo said, " Spread his legs out." As Lena did as Fulmineo asked he spoke to their captive, " One Last chance brother. Tell me what I want to know. You'll spare your self a lot of pain that way."

" Fuck you!"

" Have it your way Fulmineo responded. Lena hold him down so he can't move. Fulmineo motioned for Lena to grab a hold of the man's penis and flip it over and lay it on his abdomen. He took aim and took a practice swing. " Hold down his penis please. Don't move an inch. Wouldn't want your fingers smashed in the process as well." Fulmineo said with a smile. Like this was an average, everyday, normal situation. He took aim once more and swung the mallet down onto the mans penis. Fulmineo watched as the man's penis disappeared and a mass of bloody flesh took its place.

" AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! YOU BASTARD!!"

" Hey. This is just the tip of the iceberg buddy. There is much more of this in store for you. I think I'll do your balls next. Or maybe I'll start breaking off your toes?"

" Wait!! I....I'll tell you everything you want to know. Just please.....stop this." The huge man broke down into a blubbering mess.

" Shhh, There there." Fulmineo said, almost comfortingly, as he leaned over the man and whispered into his ear. This is almost over buddy. Just tell me, Where is your partner?"

" He's down in our armory. Which is where the guy who ordered the kidnapping stays. By now they're probably out looking for me. When they find out about this....your a dead man."

" You should be more worried about yourself."




SEVERAL HOURS LATER, A BADLY MUTILATED, HEADLESS BODY WAS DISCOVERED ON A PARK BENCH

After Dropping The girl off, to the sounds of her protest, Fulmineo starts his search for the Armory the now dead man mentioned. Damn! Fulmineo thought. I should have asked for an address before I offed the guy. Shouldn't have been so eager to kill him. Realizing that there is no use in crying over spilled milk, and no point in beating a dead horse, Fulmineo puts the thought out of his mind and tries to think of where a clever place would be to stash an armory. Then it hit him. Ahh yes of course! Where else in this city could they hide a damn armory. And I've been hearing rumors of some criminal activity going on over there. And noone in the Family does any real business down there, its the perfect spot. After realizing his destination, Fulmineo makes a sharp left turn and heads toward the abandoned warehouse district. Well abandoned by the mafia at least. Operations had to be shut down since they built a new PHPD precinct in the area. It was actually a really smart hiding place for an armory. Fulmineo put a little more wait on the gas pedal.


*Nightfall*

The sun had finally set and it brang a welcome relief to Fulmineo, because he had been sitting inside his hot car for hours, waiting for the cover of darkness to make a move. Once again, Fulmineo checked his weapon, making sure everything was in good shape and then he made his way to the building that held the Durden's armory. Fulmineo crouched beneath the window. This time, Fulmineo could tell there was a heck of a lot more security. Two guards were playing cards at a table with their pistols laying on top of the table. From his earlier surveilance he knew that a moving guard made his rounds around the perimeter of the building every 10 minutes and further inside, closer to the armory, there was likely to be more security. Fulmineo crawled back into the bushes and waited for the moving guard to come along.
Ten minutes passed and still no guard. 5 minutes after that, the Guard still had yet to show up.

"Maybe my cover was blown?" Fulmineo thought. "Maybe they're setting up some sort of ambush for me." Just as Fulmineo began to start adjusting his position so he could get the hell out of there, the guard stumbled around the corner, drunk off his ass. The guard had a silver flask in his hand and was drinking generously from it. He was already deep into his cups. Fulmineo could tell by his erratic gait. Fulmineo crouched in waiting until the guard was only a few steps in front of him, then he pulled his knife and rose from the bushes, like some sort of murderous shadow. Fulmineo leaped up and seized the man by the throat and drew his knife across the aorta quickly and quietly. As the poor drunk guard chocked on his own arterial blood, Fulmineo dragged him behind the bushes and switched out his clothes. This was starting to give him flash backs of working for the government a few years ago. This was going to be fun. Fulmineo wiped off the blood on the blade and began planning exactly how he'd get into the building.