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You see the man begin to walk through the streets once again, he stops and lights up a cigarette and begin to smoke off of it, he glances over and notices you. He comes over and pulls a milk crate of a nearby milk truck, he lays the milk crate down and sits down, and just as if you two had never stopped talking to each other, he goes on right where he left off with his story...
Like I was saying, we were in the basement of this safe house, we were questioned quickly by the New York heads on what the hell had happened to myself and David. So naturally, David and myself began to explain on what had happened that night. Meanwhile, while we were wrapping up on any reason why this had happened, a man came rushing down the steps and told us the cops were here and for us to bolt.
The God Father, David and myself all drop everything and bolt out of the back door upstairs, as we round the side of the house we get tackled by a couple of New York's finest and handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cruiser and hauled off. I managed to see some other sprint off into the night and alleyways.
You see the man slide back on the milk crate and take an odd look at you, you think nothing of it as you take out a cigarette and begin to puff on it. After a minute he begins to talk again...
Well anyways, we were taken to a holding cell to be questioned one by one. The police had asked if I had anything to do with a murder on the other end of town, obviously I had replied with a no, which is when they proceeded to ask me for my ID card, they took the cuffs off me and I searched my pockets to find out it was not there. The female cop that was questioning me proceeded to thrown down my wallet hard on the table. I looked at the wallet in shock knowing I was going to do some sure time for this. They had told me I had been around these parts a little too long to go unnoticed for some of my actions around town. The male cop then proceeds to throw my record on the table, something that's always a joy to see if I must say so myself.
The male cop looks at me with an angry face and decides to scoot a little closer to me in his chair, he tells me they know all about my time done in at least 7 other cities for trying to help a few other mobsters in multiple local families known in this area.
After a few moments I begin to explain how I knew nothing about the murder and about how David and myself were knocked out and I had woken up in this room with him, they decided they weren't going to listen to any of it and began to throw things around the room trying to get to crack or confess about something, but with my nerves of steel I kept a straight face, they had a guard escort me to my cell where I would wait for my lawyer...
You see the man begin to check his watch again as he strangely looks at you once again, he shakes his head in disbelief and begins to speak once again...
Hey listen up, I gotta get running once again as business calls, I am sure you know how this can be so hectic at times, always flying somewhere doing something haha, Also, do I know you from somewhere? You looks familiar... Anyways, I gotta get going kid, take care, I'll finish this story some other time.
You see the man get up and begin to walk away leaving you with a man yelling at you for taking his milk crate off his truck... |
