The Mafia's Comeback - The Final Ending
Chief of Police Andres was nervously looking around the bar. He was sweating heavily and his grey hair was all wet.
He lit another cigarette and looked at the journalist in front of him.
"And so, I left Gameroomville all these years ago. No money in my pockets, but a clean conscience. I still remember how that guy in the black Mercedes met me 50 miles further out of town to give me what we agreed upon. Ha!" Andres said, nervously lighting another cigarette and sipping from the 12 year old Highland Park, "They all thought I was an incompetent idiot, while all this time, I was just playing with them. It was all planned. I simply knew those villagers would be able to deal with that threat. And that mafia scumbag. I told him where he could shove his bribes."
Andres' eyes went melancholic.
"So many died while I knew who the killers were. But I wasn't allowed to say a thing. The FBI had ordered me not to intervene. They were after bigger fish. And they also made allusions to this being one big experiment. The dead townies of Gameroomville? Collateral damage, they said. I still have nightmares about the gruesome murders. So many."
Andres shook his head.
"Oh well, it was for the greater good I guess."
Andres sipped from his whisky and ordered another on, his fifth.
"Anyway, those three guys who survived, Winston Hughes, Subotan and that Nictel dude. They disappeared shortly after the final mafioso had been executed. A special program..."
Andres yelled at the waitress for his whisky. When it arrived, he emptied the glas instantly and ordered another one. He lit another cigarette.
"They became specialised scum hunters. Able to catch mafiosi by just... looking at them. Scary, isn't it? A guy that looks at you and can tell if you're a scumbag or not. Horrifying thought."
Suddenly, three men entered the bar. They were all wearing a dark suit.
Suddenly, the entire building exploded in a huge blaze. Outside, the flames threw about the shadow of a single figure and whipped back his long, dirty trenchcoat. With a sneer, the man turned his back on the burning wreckage, stroke a match and lighted a cigarette. He walked slowly, staring into the distance. To himself, he said, in a low and deep voice:
"They should have listened, those fools." And then, "The greatest trick the Devil ever played man was to convince him that he does not exist."
The desolate desert was empty once more.
Re: The Mafia's comeback
Originally Posted by Strike For The South
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:I had to. I was voted by two people in a round even though I weren't even in the game!
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