Conway caressed his Thompson M1A1 with a firm grip as he repeated the plan over in his head. He was right outside The Big Spaghetti, an italian restruant owned by a chef with ties to the mob and it was frequented by a certain gang of NY. Now, these guys didn't have any friends in the underworld. Just a bunch of idiots bringing heat to the real Dons. Conway was selected by a head in his family to clean out these guys eating at the restruant along with the owner. He brought along with him some new guys eager for their first hit. In his right pocket was a .357 magnum, no doubt would blow a clean hole in your face. All of these weapons took a lot of time and money to require but they were worth it. Since one of the city heads was funding this hit Conway would get a huge bank transfer once they were confirmed dead.

     After all of the preparation, they were ready. They exited the car and took cover in the back alley. One of the kids would order some food and cause a distraction pretending to be a drunk dumb ass. Then the rest of the group would go in through the front and attack when everybody was distracted. If even one innocent got shot the mission would be a failure. Before they took care of the gang they had to take care of the owner, who was almost always in his back office snorting coke. Conway would murder that fat bald bastard.

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