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"Asa matter of fact you can," Vitto says moving up closer adjusting his shirt easing into the conversation. "We was wonderin' if there was anyone here that was perhaps some bodys collectin' money inside of tha Don's turf and might be lookin' for proper employment. My brother and me is here ta offer a place."

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James-

 

Luckily for James, he does hear Marlesco's name!

 

He also hears, very clearly, something along the line of:

 

"You don't give us the money, you @#!&in' die!"

 

Before he can do anything, a man appears out into the corridor. He's a bald, black guy, amazingly, as black people are few and far in between around Little Italy. He is wearing a light gray jacket and, inside, a white shirt with black suspenders. He is sweating profusely and you can see dabs of red on his otherwise clean clothes. He sees you and points at you.

 

"HEY!" he yells. "This ain't yo business. Who the @#!& are you?"

 

Next to him appears a white man, this one wearing a gray plaid jacket and a felt cap. He also looks at you , and he points at the door. The raised arm allows you to see, momentarily, a gun holstered underneath his left shoulder.

 

"Yeah," he says. "Get @#!& the outta here!"

 

"You heard him! G'on! Get out! Are ya deaf? G'on!" the black man says.

 

In the back room, the sound of a beating continues, and you keep hearing a voice telling someone to "pay up".

 

Vitto and Sal-

 

"Collecting?" the old man says.

 

He shakes his head and goes back to his paperwork, although Vitto can detect some nervousness in the man's attitude. Probably because of the looming shape of Salvatore standing there cracking his knuckles.

 

"There ain't no collectin' goin' on around here, paizan. I dunno what yer talkin' about." he says quickly and returns to his paperwork.

 

Sal, standing aside, notices people are beginning to leave. They obviously seem to have a bad feeling about things. The ladies begin to hurry upstairs, while the two men who accompany them move so they are seated looking at the two brothers. Vitto has a feeling they are hired guards to protect the establishment. Perhaps not the people the brothers were looking for, but still, tough guys. The blond one remains seated with one leg crossed over the other, watching you two, while the one with the white fedora stands by the stairs, arms folded, this one glaring at Sal (he's perhaps not a big guy like Salvatore, but his height and the size of his arms probably would make him a worthy match).

 

The blond guy calls out to the brothers, saying:

 

"Hey! You two! Stop botherin' him! We don't like trouble 'ere, so why don't you best get on to leavin', eh?"

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Vitto looks the blond dead in the eyes and says, "We are all that fond of trouble eitha but then again we ain't the ones that is disrespecting the Don. We of course have already stated tha' we are lookin' to rectify this situation and give whoeva' this may be gainful employment. Does tha' sound like we're lookin' for trouble?"

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Next to him appears a white man, this one wearing a gray plaid jacket and a felt cap. He also looks at you , and he points at the door. The raised arm allows you to see, momentarily, a gun holstered underneath his left shoulder.

 

"Yeah," he says. "Get @#!& the outta here!"

 

"You heard him! G'on! Get out! Are ya deaf? G'on!" the black man says.

 

In the back room, the sound of a beating continues, and you keep hearing a voice telling someone to "pay up".

 

James trys to think fast on his feet.

 

James starts to act a lot intoxicated yells, "Ehhhh!!!!!" <as he staggers from side to side> "It's just a mick wanting a room ta sleep dis off fer the night!!!! Whddya ya say!!!!!!!!" <staggering off in the direction of the man with the felt cap>

 

<As James is acting intoxicated hes looking around the room fast for anything that may be able to aid his issue at hand. Also he will be listening intently on the names that are falling... He believes Marlesco is in trouble and no doubt the hatchet man in the back is no other then Horatio Cruco. Thinking to himself, "Typical ...... Takes 3 of them to do a job like this ..... Sad....."

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James-

 

"What the hell..." the black guy says.

 

The two turn to look at each other. A voice from the back calls out: "Hey Phil, what the hell's keepin' ya! Get in here and bring that black bastard with ya! Let's go!"

 

The guy with the felt cap starts laughing. He moves back over by the room door and peeks into the room where Marlesco is being roughed up.

 

"Come check this out, sir! Some stupid mick bastard just stumbled in from outta da streets! Look at him!" he says.

 

The black guy turns around and stares you up and down. He flashes huge white teeth as he grins in amusement.

 

"Hey, we ain't got none of 'em potatoes here! Why don't you stumble on out to another place, eh? Haha!" he says.

 

As James looks around, he notices the counter is to his left. It's about high enough to give him cover if he crouches behind it. On the counter are a sign-in book, a fountain pen, and a stack of paperwork and old newspapers. To his right is the lounge area, a small coffee table that won't be of any use being of its size and shape. On the coffee table are three teacups with three dishes underneath them, a rather new edition of the daily newspaper, a potted plant, and a magazine print or two. There is a small, worn and torn loveseat/couch, but its lining the wall.

 

However, as James staggers towards the one wearing the felt cap, he is surprised as a third man appear in the hallway. He is wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned brown waistcoat. A loosened tie hangs from around his neck and you notice he is sweating, probably from the workout he's been having. There is quite a bit of blood on his shirt, but probably not his own. In his hand, he is clutching a Colt. 45 by the barrel and, you notice, there is blood on the pistol grip.

 

"Jesus, what the hell is going on out here?" he says, and turns to look at you. "Who the hell are you? Get outta here! I'll break you're @#!&in' leg, you @#!&in' drunk bastard! Go, get the hell out!"

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Vitto and Sal-

 

"Disrespectin' da Don? Who the hell do you think you are, disrespectin' da Don! I tell you what you can do about yer Don, ya son of a-..." the blond guy barks as he begins to stand up.

 

The man with the white fedora by the stairs puts one hand into his coat and keeps it there, watching the two brothers.

 

"Look! Look! Stop it! Stop it!" the old man behind the counter says. "No fighting in here! Just relax, please! Please! Come on!" he pleads.

 

But, despite his pleas, it seems his employees, the two men, don't seem to be that obedient.

 

The blond guy stares at Vitto, both his hands clenched in fists by his side.

 

"I tell ya two one mo' time and that's it..." he says and points to the door. "Hit the street before I get angry."

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Continuing to let his brother do the talking, Sal lifts his shirt slightly and rests his hand with menace upon the butt of his own pistol sticking out of the waistband of his pants. He glares at the man in the white fedora and shakes his head slightly indicating that the man shouldn't try anything stupid.

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Sal-

 

While Vitto is confronting the other man, Sal confronts the chump with the white hat. He sees Sal's motion as he displays his firearm and scoffs.

 

He leans back against the wall in a relaxed posture, as if to say "alright, nothing sudden then" without actually saying it, but nonetheless, his hand remains in his coat.

 

With Vitto's back turned to the old man, only Sal notices that the old clerk is trying to slowly creep away inch by inch from the scene and into the back room behind the counter.

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"Now, just where to you think you're goin', old man." Sal says, not taking his eyes too far off of the fedora wearing gent. "My brother and I ain't done wit you by a long site. Why don't ya just sit back down at that counta again and keep your hands wheres I can see 'em!"

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"Ya see, we offering the perfect opportunity to make a informed choice. Ifn' ya don't want to show everyone here just how ignorant ya are I suggest youse think hard on just what came outta your mouth. Tha Don don't like people messin' with his stuff and he likes bein' disrespected even less. So's ifn' ya don't want concrete pennylaofers that tune of yours better be changin'"

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Sal and Vitto-

 

"Informed decision?" the blond guy says, his face a mask of growing rage. "Do you know who you're talkin' to? Do you know who the f**k I am?"

 

At that moment, Vitto hears Sal warning the old man to stay put. However, at Sal's command, the man with the white fedora steps forward.

 

"Hey, back off, tree trunk!" he says to Sal, "You givin' the old man lip? Huh? Are ya?"

 

As he speaks, his hand comes out of his coat, clutching the wooden butt of a 45. Browning pistol. His thumb reaches up and draws back the hammer of the firearm as he holds it by his side, his head cocking as he gives Sal a venomous glares.

 

"Ya wanna dance, chump? Huh? Ya wanna?"

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James deicides to keep up the act. He staggers towords the front desk and falls behind it. [Grabiing the fountain pen on the way way down as if he tired to keep himself steady and upright].

 

Thinking to himself, "How ya gonna get yerself out-a this mess.... Hopefully this i'll keep em satisfied for the time being...."

 

James then decides to start to mumble in jibberish as if really intoxicated. He rolls onto his side so he can keep an eye open on the situation if one of the guys decides to peek around the corner. The only audible sound that comes from James is "Marelessssss..... Issa needsssss a roo......." then he goes back to jibberish.

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James-

 

You hear laughter, two sets of them, coming from the two guard watching your "drunken" antics. From behind the desk, you can ear but you can't see the thugs.

 

The boss-looking guy, however, doesn't seem to buy it, or, at least, doesn't find any humorous in the scene. You only hear his mutterings and cursing and, suddenly, the two men's laughter die down to chuckles and finally stops.

 

"Alright, get over there!" you hear the boss guy's voice saying, "Go on, get that bastard on his feet. Get him the hell outta here."

 

As you lay there on the floor with a pen in your hand, you see the white thug and the black appear around the corner. They look down at you with wide, amused grins, and the one with the felt cap taps you on the shoulder with his foot.

 

"C'on! Time to find yer'self anoth'a drink and git! G'on!" the black guy says.

 

He slowly steps forward and grabs you by one arm, trying to lift you up. The other guy grabs the other arm and, together, they pull you to your feet.

 

"Alright, throw him out the door!" you hear the boss guy say. "Yes, sir!" the white thug says.

 

The two thugs begin to drag you slowly towards the door.

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As James is being carried toward the door he looks around to see if the white guy's piece is in a good location to grab. He will also take a look at the black guy to make sure he isn't concealing a weapon of sorts.

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"Hey we was just tryin' to make ya life easier. Ifn' youse wanna walk down that road ain't nothin we can do about it. But hey don't come cryin to me when the boogieman comes callin'." Vitto gives Sal a quick wink and casually turns toward the door. "Guess there ain't no sense in tryin to keep people alive that don't wanna live."

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