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Inserting his body between his brother and the door, Sal cautiously backs out, never taking his eyes off of the thug in the fedora.

 

"We'll be seein' youse guys around." He says as he exits the room.

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Vito and Sal-

 

Walking away from the confrontation, the brothers reach the door but not without reaction from the two men.

 

The blond man, his face contorted into a grimace of rage, turns to face Sal.

 

"Ya got some nerves, commin' in 'ere, what? Where ya goin'?" he hisses.

 

"What, ya think ya tough, huh? F**kin' tough guys, huh? Ya think ya can walk in 'ere and tell me whose boss, huh? Tell me? ME! What?"

 

The blond man grabs a book from the lounge coffee table and throws it at Sal. Sal's arm comes up instinctively for defense and he blocks the book from hitting him in the face.

 

"Did I tell you two gaffones you can leave? Huh?!" the blond man shouts,

"Where ya goin'? Where ya goin'? What, youse gotta go f**k yo motha now or somethin'? Huh? Where ya goin'?" he repeats, walking towards the two brothers with both arms outstretched, a challenging posture.

 

Sal notices the old clerk at the counter has disappeared and is nowhere in sight. Next to the stairs, the man with the fedora is also beginning to pace towards the brothers. In the commotion, he has managed to draw his weapon, but he is holding it casually by his side, a dull silver revolver.

 

James-

 

 

James looks around and he sees that the black man doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons, at least not under his jacket nor anywhere on his front body. The white man's gun, however, is in clear sight, holstered in a brown leather rigging hidden underneath the left breast of his jacket. James is being carried by the arms with his feet dragging on the floor. His left arm is being held by the white man and the other by the black man. The white man's grip seems tighter.

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Vitto ignores the jibs and walks out the door. As soon as he is outside he nods quickly to his brother and pulls the piece from behind his back and presses himself up against the side of the building ready to dump a lead message into the idiots when they exit.

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Holding his composure as best he can. Sal follows his brothers lead, fury and hate burning in his eyes.

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Vito and Sal-

 

"Hey get back, ya cowards! Ya scared, huh? Get back here!" the blond guy continues shouting as he follows the brothers.

 

As the Vitale brothers leave the joint, they quickly take position by the door with their guns drawn. Vito moves in first and, as soon as he re-opens the door, he finds himself staring face to face with the blond guy just about to open the door himself.

 

For a moment, the blond guy stops in his track and glances down, seeing the gun pointed for him. He looks back up, his ice-blue eyes meeting Vito's and, after a split-second pause that felt like eternities, he opens his mouth to shout and tries to to jump clear. But Vito's gun fires, roaring its fury as it unleashes its deadly projectile.

 

The blond man grunts, as if all the air had been knocked out from his lungs. He clutches for his stomach where the bullet had hit him and, stumbling back with one arm flailing in vain for something to lean against, he falls to the floor and rolls over on his side.

 

"Oh elf! Boss!" the man with the fedora shouts, running for the receptionist's desk while also firing his gun blindly at the brothers. He gets off three snap shots, all three of them flying wild. One, however, hits the wall near to Sal's ear, missing it by an inch, leaving a gapping, shredded hole in the wooden planking.

 

Sal, however, manages to fire back, snapping off two shots. One of them misses completely and hits the wall. The other shot barely misses the man, and he manages to reach the desk. He hops over the receptionist's desk, his fedora falling from his head (revealing black hair), but he safely lands behind it and remains crouched behind cover.

 

On the floor, the blond man has begun to try to crawl away from the brothers. One arm he is using to try to force himself across the carpeted floor, his movements slow and with every inch leaving a trail of blood-soaked carpet in his wake. He grunts painfully with every effort; his other hand is clasped over his belly, blood dripping over his fingers and staining his white shirt crimson.

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James looks around and he sees that the black man doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons, at least not under his jacket nor anywhere on his front body. The white man's gun, however, is in clear sight, holstered in a brown leather rigging hidden underneath the left breast of his jacket. James is being carried by the arms with his feet dragging on the floor. His left arm is being held by the white man and the other by the black man. The white man's grip seems tighter.

 

Thinking to himself, "How ya gonna get out of this mess now.?.?.?"

 

When they get outside into the street James will let them carry him off a little ways from the restaurant. When he thinks they are out immediate danger (from James perspective) he starts to strugle [act drunken still] and start to bablle loudly. He looks at the black man and states, "So darling............" and lets his head slip back down.

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James-

 

The black man is chuckling to himself when he carries James out, but when the Irishman addresses him as darling, his face suddenly morphs into a scowl.

 

"What did you call, boy?" he says, and jabs James in the stomach.

 

The pain is rather sharp, especially because the blow was unexpected, and it takes James a moment to take several deep breaths to recover. However, the black man has released his grip and, seeing that his comrade has let go, the white man does the same. They leave James on his hands and knees on the curb outside Marlesco's, but the black man boots James in the arse. James loses his grip and falls forward into the gutter, reeking gutter water splashing over his face.

 

The stink is enough to make anyone gag.

 

It doesn't take long, however, for James, to shift onto his back to face the two men. The black man, fuming, has stomped back into the store at the call of his boss. The white man, still laughing lingers for a moment.

 

"Ahaha!" he continues, staring at the black man. "The bastard called ya darlin'! Ahahaha! That lil' Irish prick!"

 

Then, he turns to you and crouches so his face stares at yours, the kind of pose a man would give when he addresses a cute dog. Even his speech reveal this attitude.

 

"Ish dat good enough for schoo, schoo Mick dog!" he coos tauntingly.

 

Laughing, he stands up and turns his back to James, heading back inside.

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The gaping hole in the wall next to his head only phases Sal for a brief moment. Adrenaline and rage now controlling his actions, he dives back into the diner, tipping a table over and ducking behind it in the process. Once in position, he trains his gun on the bar and keeps an eye out for any sign of the bastard hiding behind it.

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Knowing that he's not built for any type of in close fighting Vitto covers his brother's advance back into the bar. "They aren't going to get a shot off at him again," Vitto thinks to himself.

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The Brothers-

 

There is a quiet silence for a bit, the only sound the soft, hollow rattling of empty shell casing emptying on the wooden floor.

 

The blond man (now about 4 feet away from Vito, but crawling inch by inch farther), wounded, continues to crawl across the floor, his movement becoming slower and his moans quieter. There is now a rather large puddle of blood on the floor, rather a smear as he has been moving farther and farther away from the door. His clothes are drenched a deep, dark red.

 

Vito and Sal watch the receptionist's desk carefully, waiting for the gunman to show himself. Finally, there is a shout, and a gun appears over the desk, firing blindly in any directions. Two hit an oil canvas on the wall near the door, the painting falling off its hooks and crashing to the floor. A third bullet hits a window near Vito, leaving a massive crack in the glass, and a fourth hits it again, shattering it. Shards of glass cascade to the floor next to Vito, littering the ground with thousands of little sharp bits.

 

In coverage, Vito and Sal fire simultaneously.

 

Vito pulls off two shots at the desk, but they only hit the wood, sending up shards of wooden splinters but leaving gaping holes in the woodwork.

 

Sal manages to get off another shots before he is forced behind the cover of the table. There is a loud bang, as if something hitting wooden, and then silence. Its unclear to the brothers whether they hit anything, but the silence that follows as the smoke clears is eerie. Even the dying blond man's groans have turned to mere weak gasps.

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Then, he turns to you and crouches so his face stares at yours, the kind of pose a man would give when he addresses a cute dog. Even his speech reveal this attitude.

 

"Ish dat good enough for schoo, schoo Mick dog!" he coos tauntingly.

 

Laughing, he stands up and turns his back to James, heading back inside.

 

As the whie man turn his back to James and begins to walk James thinks, "What to do??????? Need to do something quick."

 

James sits up. He then proceeds to stand up <looking around to make sure black man did not reappear from the inside of Inn and that the white man is continuing on his way towards the entrance of Marlesco's.>

 

Decinding he needs to do something erratic and hopefully gaining the upper hand he runs towards the white guy. Drawing back with a right he aims directly for the mans neck getting ready to unleash his strewn up anger about the Mick joke.....

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The Irish-

James gets up on his feet just as the black man turns around. He dashes for his opponent, his running footsteps on the pavement drawing the white man's attention.

 

"Whaddaya want n-..."

 

With a swift swing of his right fist, the pen James picked up flashes from his hand, black ink still dripping from is sharp metal tip. The white thug's words are cut off as the pen jams itself into his esophagus. He backs away from James a few steps, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets and, in a last desperate attempt, both hands reach up, grabbing at the neck wound. A trickle of purple blood/ink drips from the hole before it gushes in a fountain of crimson, and, with a few gurgling attempts at a scream, the thug falls forward and lands on the pavement, dead.

 

A pedestrians or two stand at a distance, watching in silent horror at what has unfolded.

 

James stands before the dead body, lying on its face with a puddle of blood forming in the region of the head and neck. James' shirt is covered with splatters of the thug's red blood, as is his right hand. Anyone looking at this scene will realize what he has done.

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James stands before the dead body, lying on its face with a puddle of blood forming in the region of the head and neck. James' shirt is covered with splatters of the thug's red blood, as is his right hand. Anyone looking at this scene will realize what he has done.

 

James quickly tries to grab the gun from its holster while yelling, "Marlescos' is trouble!!!!"

 

He also takes a quick peek to see if the black man is in range yet so he can prepare himself.

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