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Friends From PhiladelphiaHey kid, come over here, i wanna tell you a little story about an old friend of mine. Sitting comfortably? O.k. His name was MichaelWesten, he was a young kid like you and he grew up around here too. But this life that you see wasn't the life for him, he had different things on his mind. he wanted to become one of the good guys. That's why whenhe was not much older than you, he left here and joined the Army, and boy did they like him. He took all the skills thatgrowing up here had taught him and he made himself an invaluable asset to his commanders. So valuable in fact that they fast tracked him to Army Intelligence and he proved himself to be one of the best. There wasn't a country in the world hecouldn't steal secrets from, the kid was a natural.However, all good things come to an end and after the powers that be realised that an asset as good as him was as dangerous as he was valuable they decided, he had to go. Now, luckily for him, when they say "he's got to go" they don't mean how we say"he's got to go". So they forced him into retirement and he came back home. The guys around here didn't trust him, and I don't blame them...who would? A guy who lies for a living and he just comes home no questions asked? No no no. But this didn't matter to MichaelWesten, two days after he got back into Philadelphia, he drove over to the Galway Arms, and whilst only people of a certain social club were allowed upstairs, Mikey knew he would be in there within minutes. Now, the rumours that come from what happened next are sketchy at best. Some say that Big Paulie on the door has that scar on his lipfrom an argument with his old lady, and others say it's because when he told Mikey he couldn't go upstairs in a rather impolite manner, Mikey carved that line into his lip with a broken bottle of Bourbon...no one really knows for sure, but what is a fact is that whilst Big Paulie was crying on the floor like a Big Baby...Mikey was climbing the stairs to the world he wanted into. As Mikey pushed open the finely carved door, he was met by a light film of smoke gently flowing throughout the room, and over towards the bar were two guys laughing and joking, smoking two of the biggest cigars you have ever seen. Mikey slowly moved across the marble floor and approached the men, he noticed two guys stood either side of the men slowly reach into their jackets and pull out a couple ofsix shooters, Mikey wasn't a stranger to the sight of guns but he knew that when in the middle of a bar in Philadelphia and two guys draw it's time to take note of your surroundings. The two bodyguards approached him and blocked his path and turned back to their boss. The Boss gave a slow nod to his men.As Mikey approached the men at the bar, no introductions were necessary, Mikey like everyone, knew the two guys by their reputations, the one on the left was Beowulf, the Don of a Philadelphia family and the man on the right was Paul_Vidi, Beowulf's consigliere. Of course they knew who he was, afterall it was their town and they knew everything. Of course Mikey couldn't get a sit down with the Don, but the family felt that he showed...promise and may be a worthy addition, so luckily, he got a sit down with Paul_Vidi. And after a few minutes of interrogation from the family, with a few hush words MichaelWesten left the room above Galway Arms and went downstairs to the bar. He sat in solitude at the bar when a couple of wannabe toughguys asked Mikey what his problem was, and before he could answer three guys jumped up and grabbed the bums and took them outside and around the side of the bar and worked them over good, as they scattered for their lives, another man shouted from the end of the alley."Get outta here ya bums! No one messes with the Wolfpack!" |
