at the top of the next page there is a wrinkled up news paper article and it reads:
EXCLUSIVE NEWS REPORT FROM LAS VEGAS!
JULY 12th
A gigantic fight has took place in the King Casino, as the police and FBI stormed the place. Along them, some Mafiosi followed. The Traditore's, the wealthiest family had to fend them off until the their allies, the Bientochi's arrived. A massive battle erupted, destroying the casino, and putting it out of business. The Don of the Traditore's had been shot twice, once in the face and one in the chest. He managed to escape, but insiders report no more sightings or orders from him. Could he be dead? Investigations proceed! |
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July 15th
Yeah, I know, I'm alive. My face hurts like fuck, and I had a feeling my heart had stopped beating a couple of days ago. I was crawling the fuck out of the gunfight, and Sam suddenly appeared. He pulled me out of the mess, and he brought me to... Correct, my old friend Luigi. Seems like they actually know each other, but I'm not going into that. Right now I have a bigger problem. It's not another family, no it isn't. It's the cops. Sounds weird, but it's true. Seems like the FBI actually decided to clean up the streets. I got the biggest shits on my back, from cops to FBI agents. Someone is trying to get me. Someone big. I sent some of my thugs to go check out the bar. Maybe they can overhear something important. I'm sure its some mafiosi. Real sure. But you never know, maybe the police are actually doing their job. |
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Bravo Bravo sir More more!!!! |
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July 17th
Oh shit, that was close. I can't even have a drink in the public bars anymore. Heck, I don't even know why the cops showed up. Well, I got away, and I'm back at Luigi's. He bought an appartment. Seems like he really got my back. I owe him my life, and I'll repay him the moment he needs me. I promise. Well, for now I got other things on my mind. Joe came back, and my two bodyguards do make me feel safer, but it's still kinda uncomftorable when I walk across the street with full of WANTED posters of me. I gotta find that cop who really wants me. This needs to stop. Our negotiators got arrested yesterday, and will be fried tomorrow. We need to break 'em out. |
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18th July 22:00
For once in my life, everything went by plan. We went to the Jail, Joe distracted the guards, Sam broke open the door, and we raided the cells. We actually freed about ten mobsters, and I don't know if that's good or bad. Well, our negotiators are back in place, and I sent them the bar, disguised of course. And I think they brought me some news, because I see them coming out of the window. Wait a second, they got cops with them... |
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July 18th 22:30
That was fucking quick. Those bitches tried to find us, but they are stupider then a fucking piece of shit. First of all, they didn't know where we resided. Those bastards forgot! So Sam whipped out the Sniper, and fucking popped a cap into each of their asses. The cops tried to spot us, but it was too late for them. Two got an immediate shot to the face, and one was left alive. I actually have a pretty good aim. With my piece, I fucking shot both of his legs, and then his shoulder. He was lying flat on the floor until we got him. And now we're interogating this fuck. Seems like nobody is greasing the police. Well, nobody WAS greasing them. I gave this cop some money, and told him to initiate a goddamn crack down. I told Joe to round up my Capo's and he should tell them to withdraw from doing any fucking crime tomorrow. The rest will be locked up, and only cops will be roaming the streets. Perfect. We'll catch some tomorrow, and torture the shit outta them, until we find our man. I really wonder how this cop is gonna make it. I mean, we jacked a car for him. He can drive, but walk? Hell no, he can't. Bitch.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this shit. I really do. Why? Hell I don't know. I got pulled into this by Michael. If only that fucker never met me.. If only my parents never died.. Aw, FUCK! |
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19th 15:30
The whole fucking Las Vegas is locked down. Absolutely everyone, except us, the traditore's. We can roam the streets peacefully without any cop behind us. But I have a feeling that it isn't going to be like that for long. Some cops stare me down, and always talk to each other whenever I come by. Joe overheard them. He said something about that they can't touch me until the whole Jail is broken out, so I need to make sure the Jail stays full. For a while, at least. I need to prepare for the FBI and shit, and then we can leave the Jail alone. Then, we will meet those fuckers one last time, and this time, take them down. Even if it costs my soldata's lives. I don't care right now. I really, don't, care. |
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Amazing, I admire your talents. Keep it up. :D |
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I have no time to write the fucking date. I'm on my way to the jail. My Left Hand man disguised himself as a guard, and sent me the message that the prisoners are planning a mass jail break out. I have to stop it. If that happens, the deal is over, and the cops can get me. And I need more time. I'm amost done with mapping all the FBI/Police departments, and when I am done, we are going to launch a full scale raid. |
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please comment and critique:D |
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great job Dynin great job! |
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21st June 11:00
I've finished mapping the police departments. We know where the cops reside, or patrol. The Jail is still full, because some of my made men disguised themselves as police guards, and they were armed as hell. When the prisoners tried a mass break out, most of them were too scared to run, and the fool's who did run were shot down. Now it's a matter of time before the Jail gets empty. Now we need to find out a way how to attack the FBI bastards by surprise. |
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22nd June 19:00
The first assault was indeed victorious. We gunned those bastards down as fast as a fly swatter swats flies. OK, maybe that's a bad example, but fuck it, I have better things to think of. The Jail got empty early morning, and it was us who broke those prisoners out. It was a perfect plan. Each Capo was positioned close to the LVPD Department building. It's probably the most well known, and the one that does the least. They fucking sign up bastards, and the rest of the rooms are dart boards, swimming pools, you name it. While the Capo and the crews they were in charge of were waiting, we were getting our asses to the jail. I released my disguised made men, and we fucking put on a show. While the made men were attracting the attention to the guards, me and Joe flanked those bitches, while Sam let them out. Damn, Sam is such a smart guy. That bastard knows everything, and I sure hope he sticks to my fucking rules. Well, by the time we let them out, the LVPD department was already under attack. The Capo's knew that the Jail was broken out as soon as they heard all the commotion. All the LOUD commotion I might add.
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1st of July 17:00
After a series of successful assaults, I'm surprised that the fucking FBI doesn't know shit. They get all surprised every time we attack them. It's like the other assaults were ignored. I bet those bastards are planning some stupid shit. It could be one of two. The first possibility is that they are abandoning all posts, and gathering a humongous defense force in the building with our target. So if we attacked them, waves after waves would pour out. I think this would be the most possible one. The second possibility could be that they send an agent to spy on us. To see where we go after the assaults. To see where I live. Maybe they are bribing my men! Damn, I'm getting all paranoid like those fucking Albanian mobs. Let's just get the last three assaults over with. I'll send some undercover wise guys to clear this shit up. One of them was an FBI agent, and those fuckers actually believed that he went to work in another place. Stupid fucks. |
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3rd of July 13:00
Fucking Fabulous, simply fucking fabulous. My two predictions were both right. When we launched our last raid, we were in deep shit. I went along, armed from head to toe. We went through the lobby, and the other two capo's took the elevators. They didn't go anywhere, they just closed the doors. It's a brilliant trick, because if the elevator moves, it means that the FBI from the other floors want to use it to ambush US. They got a nasty surprise. We took the stairs though, wasting lead as we went. The feds came out of every corner, mostly groups of three's. A wise guy got blasted in the face... Those BASTARDS! We will make sure that he will receive a proper funeral. The fed also got a made man wounded. But the made man is a fucking killer! When his finger got shot off, he literally broke the neck of the cop with the barrel of his Tommy Gun. Then he picked up the cop's Tommy gun, and now he's going crazy. Sam and Joe are brutal fighters. Joe shooting people in the heads as though they were target dummies. Sam fucking rules. He always charges them, scaring them off with his muscular appearance. When they thought about running back, it was always too late. They would be dead. Well, we were fighting our way through, and I was witnessing a Wise Guy who was a World War 1 Veteran who seems to have found his specialty. If he survives, he will be promoted. Anyway, we were at the first floor, and a whole fucking squad ambushed us. Most of us got hurt, except me of course. I never let those lead heads touch me. We decided to hide for a while. And we are still resting in a small room. There were two suited men there, and they seemed suprised that we came up here. Those shitheads are swimmin' with the fucking fishes. One of them was jotting down something on a clipboard, so I decided to be nice. I let him finish, and start running. Then I shot him. Bitch. Well, that's not all of it. A lone Earner from my family found us. He's the messenger boy, and he sneaks around everyone. Well, it's not hard, since he's dressed as a police officer. We distinguished him from the rest because he doesn't wear the shitty hat, and he always wears shades. He told us that some feds assaulted my place, and my fucking HQ. Shit. I can't get back there, and I can't fight here, 'cause my group is still restin'. Damn.
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great job can't wait to find out what happens next! |
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3rd of July 15:00
I sent the most wounded soldata's and wise guys out of the window to escape. I watched as they fled, so they are all right. Now it's me, Sam, Joe, the WW1 Veteran, and ironically, the most wounded made man. But he wants to fight, and he can handle two Tommy guns pretty good. We made it to the second floor, and we didn't directly engage into battle this time. We killed 'em before they noticed. The messenger boy said that the Capo's are doing well in the Foyer and Halls. You see, the elevator only takes you to the two places, while the stairs go OVER the halls, and into offices. It's a pretty complex and beautiful building, but it's inhabited by the wrong people. We've checked the offices on the second floor, and we've only found a pack of FEDS who didn't manage to set up a fucking ambush. We didn't kill them, since they were unarmed for some reason. We simply beat the to the floor, and handcuffed them to different heavy furniture. Good riddance to those fools. One more floor to go, but we will rest for a quick moment. We can hear a lot of conversations that are coming from the third floor, so we will have a hard time fucking everyone up. But we manage. I always manage. I hope. I think I'm wrong though. OH SHIT, THE FEDS ARE COMING DOWNSTAIRS! |
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oh man.. oh manohmanohman.. damn, I can't feel my arm. My whole fucking crew is dead, except of Joe and Sam. We are hiding behind a pushed over table in the office that we were resting before. There were so many of them.. They pushed us back, and they showed no mercy. The WW1 Veteran.. oh shit, that poor bastard's head flew off. And the other made man. Damn. He saved me, with Sam's and Joe's help. I was hit in my arm, and the feds were about to shoot me, until Sam and Joe broke their necks, and my made man got all the attention, using his body as a shield for me. oh shit. |
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