America, the land of opportunity. Tony sat in the passenger seat of an Auburn 4 door Sedan reminiscing his journey from Sicily to America and the actions that brought him to this moment right here..

By boat it had taken a couple months before he touched US soil, and being the first of his family to touch base left him homeless and without anywhere to go. At least it was warm in Pasadena Los Angeles. Wasn't long before he was running numbers and cracking skulls for the local organized crime which caught the attention of the bigger fish in the area. A gentlemen named Anton_Giovanni- had reached out to him for employment under Don BigBoss and from there things couldn't have gone smoother. Jobs were available and money was flowing into one pocket as it was going out the other into future investments like drug fronts and running booze to the local speakeasies. With all the heat that was coming down from the police the family had to lay low so the gang moved out to Bella Vista while the heat died down. Turned out to be a permanent move once everyone got a taste of the money and opportunity Philadelphia had to offer. With new real estate came new opportunity..

City of brotherly love they called it. Wasn't exactly true in Bella Vista though. There's a Jewish and an Irish gang who were more established than the others around the district. They constantly created problems as they contested boundaries and turfs. With all the drama business was suffering and it was long over due to clean up the mess, but doing so would leave a void that another gang would surely fill..

Tony had gotten the nod just last week to set out on his own and leave his mark on Bella Vista, just as long as he cleaned out the Jewish and Irish clans before doing so. All week the city was suffering on a shortage of guns from sale by the local black market dealers and rumors were flying around about how both clans were stockpiling arms. It was around lunch just yesterday Tony had received word that both clans were frequenting an abandoned warehouse just on the outskirts of Bella Vista.

The whistle from off in the distance was sign that both faction heads were spotted inside. Clicks and clacks could be heard throughout the car as each gunman loaded and cocked their firearms. Tony flicked his cigarette butt out the window as he proceed to open the door. Embers from it was the only light over where they had parked as it danced across the dirt before outing itself. There were two other car full of men, four began heading towards the back door, another four went to the side, and the three accompanying TonyCosta proceeded towards the front. There were cars outside besides that and the junk littered all around the premises was spotless, no guards to be seen. 'Morons' Tony muttered to himself as he pressed his back up to the wall. Slowly he inched the door open so that the hinges didn't cringe. Unfortunately one of the other groups of gunman weren't as lucky and gun fire began going off. As soon as the door whipped open Tony began spraying his Tommy Gun in the direction of a handful of men by a table. All five of them were smacking off the ground before they could even load the guns that they were grabbing off the table. Bullets now began ringing out in his direction so he dove to cover behind a few boxes. As he looked over he could see those entering with him being shot at. Only one survived and made it behind the boxes too. The sound of a door being kicked in could be heard through the gunfire but with it additional gunfire was added to the mix. As he found the chance to Tony popped up and released a hail of bullets himself. Moans and screams followed as the about of shooting died down more and more. Before long the shooting stopped completely. Just the sound of footsteps could be heard as they echoed throughout the warehouse.

The_Mage and Mave were all that remained from the other squads, they together had carefully led the party through the side door. Tony was accompanied by Trixxy who was by his side the entire fire fight. The four began rolling the dead over and identifying who was who. The leaders and their second in commands were pulled away to the side. Tony removed a knife from his pocket and began to slit each ones throat and through the cuts he slid their tongues. Italian neck ties, that'll send a clear cut message to all the other small time gangs and clans of Bella Vista that may develop the grand scheme to cause problems for the mob and their rackets..