the night was is full flight, vincent walked down a backstreet in detroit mulling over his time in the gato family, the good times and the bad, being one of the oldest members his memories were broad and misty but distinct none the less. a lot had changed, some for the better but some not.
vincent walked down a back ally looking at the inscription on his gun
May this gun serve as well as it has served me Louis
vincent walked on down the ally way into the dark and cold mist, his gun in one hand and a fine cigar in the other, all that could be seen as he walked away was a plume of smoke and then a flash, he was never seen again
a short while later the gun was found laying in the same allyway with one bullet missing, but there was no body to be found
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R.I.P
May his soul at peace |
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