Boardroom Meeting- 4th Floor of Dalioa Industries: 12 O’clock Midnight
The most infamous, despicable Mafia Members of the Dalioa Family were all gathered in one place. Shot callers, all brothers and cousins, were placed around a round table. At the middle of the circular table, Godfather Dalioa himself. Old, wrinkly, and tired he was already thinking about giving the reigns over to his son Gionaldo. Gionaldo though was weak, a first class, snob bent on using every bit of cash he got on get-rich scams. Someone like that couldn't possibly deal with an organization who organized profitable crime from drugs to guns. Gionaldo could simply gamble away all the money the Family gained, therefore getting himself killed and causing problems within the Mobb Family. For that reason, Godfather Dalioa was planning to make this meeting more than just talking of problems and other Mafia Families in the war for territory of New York. The annual Dalioa meeting, held once a year on October 31st is held to talk about situations within the Family.
This time though, the Dalioa Family meeting would be solely about who would be taking up the reigns of the organization. Gionaldo would be taken care of soon; the Godfather knew he was in no way able to lead a full organization. So for that to happen, he would be either crippled or killed by an assassin. In the building, there were close to a hundred Dalioa henchmen patrolling the building for anyone or anything that could do harm to the shot callers. In times in New York like these, where the Dalioa Family was at war with almost every other Mobb organization, the streets are amazingly more dangerous. Even someone not connected to the Mafia could be killed just for walking, talking, or at the wrong place at the right time. To keep this fear out of the mind of the Dalioa's, they'd hired special Body Guards to keep the fourth floor completely locked down, and even ten guards were stationed within the room across from the meeting. Everything was going as planned, nearly no problems or worries.
" Alright brothers...cousins..nephews. Our annual Dalioa meeting has begun. If your present, raise your hand."
Godfather Dalioa couldn't bite off a huge couple of coughs. He pushed a napkin to his mouth as he did so, small slobber littering the white handkerchief. Before he knew it, he put the white napkin down and was speaking again.
" Dalphino." A hand rose from a fat, chubby man with a double chin who had a snickering smile on his face. He earned himself the nickname "Big Boy."
" Giovani" A smallish hand flew up up after dropping a water glass onto the table. The man himself was short, and in other terms was called "Shorty" because of his height.
"Gionaldo" A boy rose his hand, he amazingly shared a strong resemblance of the Godfather, he just had to much booze and food in his stomach to show any emotion besides a sleepy looking face. He earned the name " Lil' Godfather" only because he was to be the usurper of the Family.
"Godineie" A distorted right hand appeared behind one of the guards. Godineie, fat, had been in the bathroom and was just returning from taking his 'afternoon piss.' He earned the name "Piss Post" because when anything important happened, he was always taking a piss before or after it.
"Lagiondo" A skinny man with big black shades put his hand up. His face was hidden by a mask of his own self-admiration. “Big Shot." Simple terms, and one of the only people Godfather Dalioa would give the reigns to.
“That’s everyone. Let's beg-"
Then from nowhere, one of the guards' earpieces went ballistic with sound. A screaming sensation filled the room as all the guards earpieces began to let out the same screaming. Fear went over Gionaldo's face and he ducked underneath the desk, while Lagiondo pulled out a Glock 17 pistol to protect himself. Godineie pulled out a knife, while Giovani took out a large AK-47 that had been hidden in a black bag behind his chair. Dalphino pulled out twin Fragmentation Grenades hidden within his Abercrombie and Finch suit. Godfather Dalioa was immediately pulled back by five of the guards, and hastily surrounded by their bodies covered in bullet proof Kevlar. Put on the floor, Godfather Dalioa simply blended in with the ground as the line of men increased to seven. Luckily, there were only one window, and that was behind Godineie now near his own chair. The door was facing the guards as they pulled out all the weapons they could get.
"Someone's here. He's .... Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!...." Then everything was silenced. The line went dead, and then the second and third floor henchmen began speaking through the radio.
"He just appeared on the elevator coming up. It's opening."
Then there was a barrage of gunfire... Then a long, distinct silence settled.
" Whoever it was wasn't on the...No, he jumped through the window. Ahh....!"
More silence. Then on the third floor, right below the fourth, gunfire and screaming where heard by the Dalioa Family. Fear was spreading around the Shot callers, but the Body guards had a strict silence about them. They weren't in fear, they were ready to kill. When there was no more sounds on the third floor, Godineie pulled back near the window to see out. As soon as he did, a ghostly hand broke the window and grabbed his left ankle before pulling him harshly. Godineie easily hit the glass, with his weight he had broken the window to shards before falling to his death. A death that he screamed until he hit the cement ground head first. Immediately Dalphino threw one of his grenades at the window, and within a few seconds it exploded. A large smile came across his face... one of which protruded a sense of triumph.
" I got hi-"
Then something flew into the window, and it hit Dalphino in the heart. Lagiondo pulled it out, and then opened his eyes wide. The weapon was a shurikin, the calling card for an assassin that was well feared by the Mafia.
"Holy shit!"
Immediately a grenade flew into the room, Fragmentation to be exact. As it rolled across the ground it hit a table and stopped. The hearts of every Mobb Member and the Body Guard immediately quickened.
" Run!" Yelled Giovani as he made his way to the door. It was too late though. The grenade exploded, everyone in the room succumbed to its power. The walls blackened, some of the Mobb Members were burned to the colors of purple and brown. The Body Guards had shielded Godfather Dalioa to the best they were able. However, the fire had easily plowed through them. The Godfather was much alive, while everyone else was dead, except Gionaldo who was as good as dead in his motionless body. Moaning for help, The Godfather was seeing through only one eye, and even then his long blinks only showed slow vision of a figure nearing him with a knife.
Ranji pulled the knife to Godfather Dalioa's neck. He smiled for a moment at all the fear in the man's face. Without help Ranji had killed everyone, or so he thought. The only person living was about to be dead to his knowledge. As the Godfather began pleading for his life with money and fame, Ranji ignored him. Instead he pulled the knife closer and with smooth precision he cut across the man’s' neck. Blood began pouring from Dalioa's neck, and then the man began gurgling. His eye began blinking before it stopped closed. His body relaxed from a strong tense and then he fell to death's side. Ranji got up and peered around, everyone was motionless and a fire was beginning to burn the building down. Walking casually over to the broken window, Ranji dropped down. Falling the four floors he performed maneuvers before landing with a roll near a black Lamborghini and then he was gone from the scene.
If he had of stayed longer, Ranji would of seen Gionaldo watching him kill the Godfather. He had played the dead part very well, and now he was scared. He knew unless the whole family was dead, Quality would never stop. He was relentless. A beast. Gionaldo wasn't stupid; he knew he needed someone to deal with Quality with able abilities.
Time Square- A Top Building: 2 A.M.
Ranji was chilling on a building. More importantly, he was waiting for a helicopter to come and get him and fly him to a private home northeast of Manhattan. However, there were screams and everything was going crazy. Ranji looked down astonished by what the hell would have aroused so many New York people. He noticed a man running towards the Square, he had a cruel face about him. He was in some sort of uniform, and had swords fully drawn out of their sheaths. Behind him was a citizen with an amputated leg. The man seemed to either be the average psycho, a Merc, or a assassin. It was hard to pin what he was, because no assassin or Merc would prance around a densely populated area cutting people up. A psycho wouldn't even be in an area with so many people. This guy was unique.
" This should be a thriller.”
Instead of loading himself onto a helicopter soon to come, Ranji jumped off the building. Now, a flying man catches attention. People screamed louder as they realized there was a man with weapons jumping down a building instead of an average suicidal freak. Ranji also caught the attention of the loony-bin man who was now approaching him. After landing he got into action. Flicking his wrist, three Diagons appeared in his left hand. Loaded with sting grenade rubber balls, Ranji pressed a timing button in the middle of all three and threw them. Activated, they were now 'live' and ready to be thrown. With another flick of the wrist, all three Diagons were flying towards the stranger with blades ablaze.
The fight was on.
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