Re: Mafia VIII: Return of the Recommencement of the Revenge of the Mafia
Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. A good old-fashioned angry mob session was as effective as a hard night of drinking when it came to tiredness the next day, and as a result, most people were sleeping in. Out of those that weren't, none of them went jogging, not after two of the murdered were joggers.
However, there were other reasons to be out. There were some rituals that required strict adherence to tradition, after all. One of them happened to be smoking. LittleGrizzly was one of those people who truly only smoked for pleasure, not because he was addicted to the nicotine. He didn't waste his time with those filthy cigarettes, which he considered the height of uncouthness. No, he instead enjoyed one of life's greatest pleasures: Cubans.
Grizz hadn't replenished his supply in a while, and it would be impossible to do so now that the mafia were on the attack. He was down to one box, so he figured that he might as well enjoy them. So, on another beautiful morning in the Frontroom, he took his remaining box, drove downtown, and made his way to one of the roofs to enjoy his cigar n the morning air.
He was halfway through, puffing away, when another figure emerged from the stairs. The man was impeccably dressed, wearing a trenchcoat and a gray fedora. One of his hands were concealed inside the trenchcoat, immediately alerting Grizz that something was wrong. He quickly began eyeing nearby buildings, calculating which one posed the least risk of injury should he have to make a jump for it.
Then the man spoke. "What a wonderful day this is," he said in a cheery voice. Its overall tone completely disarmed Grizz, who wasn't expecting it. "Ah, yes," the man said, noticing Grizz's Cuban. "A Cuban on a roof, on a beautiful day. It's times like these where it's a pleasure to be alive."
"Why, yes it is," said Grizzly, ready to make conversation and now completely unsuspecting. Then the man's hand whipped out of his trenchcoat, tightly gripping a revolver. "Too bad this will be the last day you are." He pulled the trigger and LittleGrizzly went down.
The man walked over to Grizz's corpse, picking up the box of slightly bloodstained Cubans. "Well, I might as well put these to good use," he said, depositing the box inside his trenchcoat and walking away.
Unbeknownst to the mafioso, his shot had once again scared off all of the birds in the area. This was the signal that TevashSzat had been waiting for. For the past two days, he had listened to the Chief of Police rant about how, because of the shots fired, the birds of the Frontroom had been disturbed, usually ending in property damage. Tevash figured that if he could pinpoint the spot where the birds were all flying away from, he would have a good chance of catching a bad guy.
"Downtown," he muttered, pocketing his bioculars and getting into his old blue car. From what he gathered, it had to be there, consdering that the birds were flying in all directions away from that area and that he had heard the shot from his house, meaning that it was probably fired on a roof where there wasn't much to block the sound from going far.
Tevash drove further and further downtown, checking for signs, looking for people... he saw someone, upon his approach, duck into a building - maybe that was the guy! Tevash sharply braked, turning his car around as he did so, preparing to make another pass-
Out of nowhere, a black Mercedes, screeching along, threatened to ram Tevash's car right into the building. Tevash swerved out of the way, just in time, and floored it. Finding the mafioso was important, but so was surviving!
He made a sharp right onto the next street, almost slamming into a fruit stand because he went a little too wide. After jamming on the gas once again, he checked his rearview mirror. The black Mercedes was right behind him, showing no signs of having almost flubbed the turn.
"I have to get out of this area," Tevash said to himself. No matter how many sharp turns he would make, the black Mercedes would always have better handling than his old blue car. The best chance was to simply stay on a road for as long as he could... and hope that the mafioso would run out of gas, or hit a tree, or something.
He stayed on a straightaway, swerving from time to time as the buildings grew farther apart and the trees grew closer together. The mafioso was keeping pace, he noticed to his chagrin. There really wasn't much he could do, he realized. The odds needed to be evened up.
He reached around his car, rolling down his window and searched for anything he might be able to throw at his pursuer. Spare change (no effect), an umbrella (missed), a large map - hit! The toss had worked perfectly, with the map unfolding itself and attaching itself to the mafioso's windshield, totally blocking his field of view.
Unfazed, the mafioso calmly held the wheel, going straight, and took out his shotgun, blowing the windshield away. His vision was restored, but now, Tevash noticed, there was nothing between him and the open air. Grinning, he took the binoculars out of his pocket and, taking his eyes off the road, aimed right for his pursuer's face.
The binoculars and the mafioso connected, with the Mercedes going upwards of 100 mph in one direction and the binoculars going a significant speed in the opposite direction, all resulting in a broken nose for the man in the Mercedes. Cursing, he swerved as he wiped the blood off, narrowly avoiding a tree. He was well behind Tevash's car now.
Back in the front, Tevash saw the mafioso take his eyes off the road once again. It was clear, even from a distance, that the mafioso was rifling through his Mercedes, looking for something. Then he saw it, headed his way, a perfect throw made.
The grenade made contact with the old blue car just as Tevash threw himself out of the driver's seat, rolling on the road, scraping himself in numerous places as his body went from 100 mph to zero. A second later, his car ignited, making him feel a little bit better about his injuries.
VROOM-CRUNCH! The pain increased exponentially as several tons of rubber and metal rolled over his body. Tevash could feel his bones breaking inside him, could hear the screech of the Mercedes ahead as it stopped...
...and then, the pain again, as the mafioso, slowly, painstakingly, ran over TevashSzat again, this time in reverse. He got out of the car, still bleeding from the nose, and gripped his shotgun. Without a word, he pointed it at his barely-conscious victim and shot.
"Didd't adyone eber tell you dat the victibs are suppode to go quiedly?" he said through his nose. He blasted Tevash once more for good measure, and then stomped him in the nose, breaking it. An eye for an eye, perhaps, even though there was no need.
He got back in his Mercedes and still drove away, cursing about the broken windshield all the blood he was getting in its fancy interior.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had gathered the remaining villagers in the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began. "We have two more deaths today. LittleGrizzly has died smoking and TevashSzat has died in an epic car chase where we believe grenades, shotguns, and road maps were used."
"Wow!" someone exclaimed. "What was he doing before that?"
"Birdwatching," Beirut said. "By the way, speaking of the road map, I found this scribbled on the back of the road map. It might be helpful."
He passed copies of the message around to everybody, which read:
"Trouvez les lettres perdus pour aider le village"
"I have no idea what that means, but good luck."
"Wait a minute," somebody said, "Aren't you French-Canadian?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beirut said. "Get voting!"
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Still alive: (30)
Ichigo
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TinCow
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shlin28
makaikhaan
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Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
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Mithrandir
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Tiberius of the Drake
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Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
LittleGrizzly
TevashSzat
Executed:
Privateerkev
Elite Ferret
Originally Posted by TosaInu
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