Vito_Vidi stumbled out of Galway Arms
and waved over his shoulder at the friends he was leaving behind. He
popped up his collar to protect himself from the brisk Philly gusts,
but it was unnecessary as the alcohol pumping through his veins was
keeping him plenty warm and his apartment was only a few blocks away.

His bodyguards tailed close behind,
their uproarious laughter echoed through the silent streets.
Suddenly the laughter stopped when a window shattered somewhere close
by. "Shh, quiet. You hear that?" Another bodyguard pointed to
a large warehouse across the street.

"C'mon, let's go see what up."
Vito's eyes sparkled as he smiled like a mischievous child. They
circled the sturdy brick building to find a group of young men
carrying large boxes through the back door and loading them onto a
truck.

"Well howdy fellas!" Vito greeted
from the shadows.

The young men stopped suddenly and
began to frantically whisper "They cops?" One asked "I dunno,
just be cool." Replied another.

"What'cha got there? Those console
radios?" Vito asked

"You a cop?" They demanded.

Vito chuckled "Nope."

Another bravely piped up "Then fuck
off old man before you get hurt." He pushed his jacket aside to
reveal a large knife he was carrying.

Vito chuckled again. "Ya know, my
wife would really love one of those radios. Actually, I'll take 10
of them, I'm sure my friends would like some as well, right guys?"
He looked over his shoulder at his nodding bodyguards.

"What part of 'fuck off' don't you
understand pops?" Shot back one of the young men, drawing his
knife.

Vito stepped into the headlights of the
truck and approached the man wielding the knife. Vito extends a card
to him "You can deliver them to Paul Vidi's suit shop tomorrow
morning." Vito smiled and began to walk away.

The young man piped up "Look, I...."
Vito cut him off mid-sentence, "On second thought, bring eleven.  I
didn't get anything for Morgan yet. Stay outta trouble kids, I'll
see you tomorrow morning.  Merry Christmas."