[Vivien]

OOC: Uh Colonel, Leon and a small army are outside your tower.

OOC: Perhaps you can make it so you were near, but we didnt see you, so you could hear us mention that we're off to Arcadia or something to that affect.

[Keeley Stevens]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Frank had finally gotten around to making love with Lyn when suddenly they were interrupted yet again, this time by a violent knock on the door.

Can't a guy catch a break for once? he grunted, and he walked over to the door, butt-naked. Opening it he was immediately greeted by the sight of several armed men, behind which were the corpses of his own guards. The Mayors eyes bulged and his heart sank, but he dashed off instantly to throw on some clothes, take his gun and jump straight out of the back window.

He hit the ground hard, but began running faster than ever before, clutching his pistol tightly in one hand, running for his last bastion of hope. The New Manhattan Mafia HQ.

Man, if I die, Lyn is gonna kill me. he worried as he continued running. What the hell does Federation want me dead for anyway?

[Gwen]

Imperial Commander Nick Sakin

The cold winds seeped through each ruined building as thirty soldiers walked silently in complete synchronization in a box formation of 6 men wide, 5 men deep as a man and woman lead the group of thirty to their destination, New Manhattan. Both the man and woman were wearing black trench coats, both equipped with helmets that covered their whole face and had a gas mask attachment on the front, only seeing through a blood red visor. All of the soldiers behind wore the same thing.

All of them halted as the man raised a hand, still silent. The woman turned to the man and looked back along the unmaintained road to New Manhattan, filled with cracks and small craters.

"Is something wrong Nick?" She asked in a bit worried voice, removing her helmet. She was Asian, and still pretty young, about 28 years old. The woman brushed off some of her long black locks of hair.

Nick shook his head but still stayed silent before sighing, his voice filtered through the helmet's gas mask. "This is New Manhattan. One of our scouts reported New Manhattan to be a very civilized place, but there's still violence in the streets. Just remember your training Katelyn," He said and turned back to the silent soldiers. "And remember yours!" He yelled, just loud enough for all of the men to hear.

They all replied with a disciplined "Yes sir!". Nick smiled and because of his helmet, nobody was able to see it. To think Gladius started from uncivilized Raiders.

Nick turned forwards. "Now, advance. Keep your weapons ready and if a force of ten or more attacks, everyone let loose. Remember all the spare ammunition you men got from the ruins of Antium and the full body armour you all have."

The soldiers again silently moved in formation. Katelyn silently put her helmet back on and moved again with Nick. They finally headed towards the gate of New Manhattan.

Gladius encountered some resistance, mostly by drunks and junkies as most others gave them a wide berth, but all of them were under a simultaneous assault of ten or more so small squads of Gladius simply killed them with their knives to conserve ammunition and then caught up with the advancing squad.

But Nick knew sooner or later, a bulk force of New Manhattan would approach soon and was ready for that the moment they left Reuters, the industrial part of town. "We're heading into the main part of New Manhattan, unless somebody fires first, nobody fires a shot unless I do."

[Scarlet Devil]

OOC: This will be my last post as Joey Gallo

New Character:

Spoiler

Name:Matthew Fraser
Gender:Male
Age:21
Race:Caucasian
Occupation:Mercenary.
Apperance:http://www.pakusonline.com/UploadedImages/pages/PakUSonline%20-%20Director_Jaffar_Mahmood_on_set_of_Shades_of_Ray.jpg
Personality:A cold blooded killer to some, a nice, caring person to others.
Gear:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3CLgAuAq8k/SY2E-z_umCI/AAAAAAAAJXg/L0IZnL70ZvY/s400/SAS06_x.jpg with http://www.japanprobe.com/wp-content/uploads/gas-mask.jpg (Blackhall Mercenary Gear)
Weapon:http://www.impactguns.com/store/media/aac/g36.jpg, http://www.mapmodnews.com/Black-Ops-weapons/uzi_mini_10.jpg, and http://www.militaryfactory.com/smallarms/imgs/m136-at4.jpg (Armament of Blackhall Mercenary Company, but it is usually quite varied)
Other: (Optional):Gieger Counter kit, Watch
Backstory: (Can be explained during the RP.). (This Explains the Company, but not the Character, Character is explained in RP): The Blackhall Mercenary Company was set up in 2283 under Larry Anderson (you wouldn't believe how long it took to find that thread ). They expanded, but declined. They operate out of Blackhall Base, a old National Guard Base. They work for anyone, smart or dumb, evil or good, cold blooded or nice. Their leader is Dean Blackhall. Their base is located near Yonkers.

Joey Gallo:

I stood in the radio complex. I gripped my gun. Suddenly, I heard a blast from the door. Raiders with flamethrowers, machine guns, and SMG's came pouring in. They fired all around, destroying all the equipment. I grabbed Charlie and threw him out a backdoor.

"Go..." I hissed. He nodded his head and ran out. I reached for a pistol, firing at the tanks of the raiders with flamethrowers. Some blasted into fire, others walked on. One shot my arm off and grabbed me by the neck. I was dead to myself, a prisoner of a raider.

***

Matthew Fraser

I gripped my gun as we walked along a broken up highway. I looked around at a ruined town. I saw a almost intact house

"Hey, Frank, look." I said "We got a intact house. Check it out?"

The patrol leader turned to me

"Yea, fine, whatever." He said, then turning to the driver "Halt! Johnson, wait here. Fraser, Johanson, Segal, with me!"

We ran to the door and lined up around it.

"Kick it in." said our leader. I did as he ordered. We entered in, scanning around. I heard whimpering from a closet.

"Stay alert." Johanson said. Our Patrol leader, Hammond, looked at me

"[censored]s sakes, go find that noise." He rushed me up the stairs. I kicked the door open. I found a teenage girl, lying on the floor.

"Get up." I said. She only shrieked and hid her face. I grabbed her arm and dragged her out. She kept babbling about raiders and murderers. For an hour as we cleared the surprisingly large house, she would whimper and cry. Finally, Hammond turned around

"SHUT THAT BLOODY KID UP OR I WILL!" He hollered. I turned to her

"Shut up!"

She did as I said. We cleared the house. We cleared out. I took my Gas Mask off and turned to Hammond

"What are we gonna do with the girl?" I asked him

"What the hell do I look like? A [censored]in babysitter? No, I'm a Blackhall Mercenary. If you wanna play mama be my [censored]in guest, I'd sooner leave her on the doorstep of Frank Vercelotti than have you take care of her. Atleast the Fink would teach her how to make love properly to a pompous freak!" Hammond said. I nodded

"What about Jacobson? She's a girl." I said

"Well, yea, she is also a medic. We do need more medics. What the hell, bring her back." Hammond said. We started walking back to base.

[Natalie Harvey]

Lake Federation

The assassins began to run after Frank, who was running toward the Hudson river. Several snipers took shots, but Frank kept making tight turns in order to avoid the fire.

After chasing him for a while, they saw Frank run into the mafia building. Soon after, several mafia guards exited the building and began to fire at the LF, but were no match for the Lake Federation Immortals, and were all killed in a matter of seconds.

One of the Immortals put a charge on the door and blew it open.

[Tiff Clark]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Sweaty and huffing, Frank managed to barge his way into the mafia building, warning the guards to lock the door before dashing up the staircase.

Top floor. They'll never get there. he planned, his eyes bloodshot with fear. He continued racing upwards, his mechanical heart pounding away, not with fatigue, but with the sheer thought of himself being killed.

I'll make a way out of this, I always do. he was thinking, when he suddenly heard a distant bang. He cringed at this. They must have blown the door! with this in mind, the Mayor quickened his pace and reached the roof within minutes. Once he arrived, he began walking back and forth, clenching and unclenching his fists.

His shirt was untucked, stained with sweat and blood, while his hair was in a complete disarray. It was apparent that he was distressed, and trying to think up a plan, but was far too hard for to do so. Taking several deep breaths, he stood over the ledge of the building, and peered down below to see the contaminated and irradiated water of the Hudson river flowing several hundred feet below.

That looks like a steep fall. Now I know what the old Don felt like. he pondered, furrowing his brow, and turning to face the door, still standing on the ledge. He could hear the clambering of footsteps in the staircase growing louder. Frank closed his eyes tightly and grit his teeth, pulling out his gun and aiming it directly at the door.

[Makenna Nomad]

Imperial Commander Nick Sakin

Nick headed towards the main square and surveyed the goggling citizens through his blood red visor, his platoon of soldiers following behind him. Eventually, two people stopped them, those two people being the New Manhattan Law Enforcement, or whatever the people of New Manhattan called it.

"Stop, identify yourselves, who are you!" One of them asked.

"As you can see, I have stopped but the last two statements are quite redundant aren't they?" Nick asked, earning a quiet giggle from Katelyn, who was next to him. The guard laughed but Nick could obviously see that he was reluctant to do anything but flee, which is a very smart idea considering 32 people armed with rifles, pistols, and body armour are all aiming down at the two guards.

"A wise ass eh?" The guard said, still trying to be tough but then he gave up. "Fine, if you meant harm, I guess you would've already killed me," He said.

Nick smirked from under his mask and headed over to the Central Plaza before turning to the squad. "I will be waiting here. 28 of you scour any empty building to set up the Fortress and the two of you, stay here as back-up in case."

As ordered, 28 soldiers dispersed while two stuck with Nick and Katelyn in Central Plaza.

[R.I.P]

OOC: @Zerker, Central Square is a hot destination, and the most you might get is an apartment. Reuters, the warehouse and industrial district has tons of large buildings, and North Wall has several slum buildings you could use. Evergreen, the entertainment district might have a place.

Lake Federation



Going through the mafia HQ was a slog. One of the Immortals was killed, but they slaughtered any mafia guard in the way. Any that surrendered was let go, which most of them did.

After gunning through several floors, they could not find Frank. "Where the [censored] is he?"

John was getting aggravated, "Comon! Look everywhere!"

Then, a Immortal noticed a secret stairwell to the roof. He slowly opened up the door.

"NO!!! WAIT!!" John yelled, knowing that Frank was up there.

[мistrєss]

OOC: True, but the soldiers would obviously wander around ALL of New Manhattan so it'll work out. But good point about a new base being built in one of those three locations.

[Jessica Lloyd]

Matthew Fraser

We returned the base as the sun started to set. I smoked on a cigar

"Hey, kid." a man came in "Gimme those armors. We need to sell em for caps. We are switching to Leather Armor."

I sighed and handed him the armor and Gas Masks

"Keep those Gas Masks." He told me and threw the Armor into a Brahmin cart. I walked to the center of the base and saw them handing out Leather Armor

"FRASER!" I heard a call. Then a man threw me a Leather Armor. I ran back inside of the barracks and shifted it out. I sat back down on the ruined seat and listened to the endless loop of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1Ufc2hI4FM&feature=related.

"Your [censored] kidding me." I cursed as I flipped it off. I grabbed my G36 and walked outside to a training ground.

"Hey Matty! You know the drill." said the drill instructor

I spend a good hour firing off round after round at the wooden targets, getting bored out of my mind.

[Nancy RIP]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

The Mayors breathing grew heavy, as did the sound coming from the stairwell, adjusting his grip on the pistol trained at the door, he waited.

Come on. Come on. What are you waiting for? Just come at me. he thought to himself impatiently, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead to the ground. Finally the door thrust open, and with his sharp reflexes Frank fired. The shot hit the first person at the door, but Frank didn't know it as whatever noises and grunts they made were drowned out by the boom of his pistol's clip being emptied.

Shot after shot, whether they hit or not, the Mayor neither knew, nor cared. He kept discharging until he heard the click, signaling that there were no rounds left. That click reverberated through Franks mind, the omen of his impending doom. His throat dried up, as he slowly opened his eyes. Before him lay several dead bodies, but several more alive and aiming their guns directly at him.

Taking a deep breath, Frank dropped his pistol. "So, it comes down to this?" he snorted, his tone nervous, but otherwise calm and collected, almost as if he had accepted his fate. He began pacing the ledge of the building slowly, taking out one final cigarette and lighting it up.

"But before I go." he smirked, facing John Fairfield, the man who had put him in this situation. "Let me ask one thing, why? More importantly, why me?" he asked, taking deep, long puff, savoring the tobacco smoke.

[Nick Jase Mason]

John Fairfield

"Let me ask one thing, why? More importantly, why me?" he asked, taking deep, long puff, savoring the tobacco smoke.

John pumped his shotgun, "I don't have a problem with you per say, but nobody in this damn seaboard, save for Mr. Meiux and possibly Alex, has no idea on how to rule a city or a nation. The East Coast is a hellhole, and we, the Lake Federation, must bring stability."

John pointed the shotgun at Frank, "You are one of the many obstacles in my way, any last words? I promise I will get them to the people you want the words to go to."

[!beef]

OOC: This post is in the perspective of a sniper in the Blackhall mercenaries.

Alexander Johanson

New Manhattan

I laid on the concrete floor of the open building. The roof had a amazing view as I saw Frank being chased by a few armed personnel

"Karma's a [censored]." I laughed as I turned back to my scope. I looked at a picture of the target, then back at my scope. I saw him

"Alright buddy, stop moving." I muttered, finally he was looking at his watch "Cheers."

I fired one silenced shot and blew his brains out. I crawled out of the look of the public and back into the decoy house. I changed into a business suit and ran out.

"What happened?" I said innocently

"He got shot!" I heard a woman cry. Suddenly, I heard a blast from somewhere. I pulled out a Uzi and looked around.

"The hell?" I screamed as I ran toward the blast. I was being stubborn, I knew it, but I needed to know. I saw men storm into a building. I hit the wall against the building as the men stormed in. I heard cracks and bangs from inside.

"What the [censored]?" I muttered

I walked in the building and hid behind a table.

""Let me ask one thing, why? More importantly, why me?"" I heard a man say.

"I don't have a problem with you per say, but nobody in this damn seaboard, save for Mr. Meiux and possibly Alex, has no idea on how to rule a city or a nation. The East Coast is a hellhole, and we, the Lake Federation, must bring stability. You are one of the many obstacles in my way, any last words? I promise I will get them to the people you want the words to go to." I heard another man say.

A shotgun pump sounded. Hes gonna kill him. I crept back to the street, then, I tripped over a dead body.

[Anna Beattie]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

John pumped his shotgun, "I don't have a problem with you per say, but nobody in this damn seaboard, save for Mr. Meiux and possibly Alex, has no idea on how to rule a city or a nation. The East Coast is a hellhole, and we, the Lake Federation, must bring stability." He pointed the shotgun at Frank, "You are one of the many obstacles in my way, any last words? I promise I will get them to the people you want the words to go to."

The mayor threw on his signature smile, dropping the cigarette. "If this is the way it has to end, then so be it." he croaked. All the thoughts, all the memories of Franks life, all the way down from his childhood up until this very moment flashed before his eyes. Mouth parched, he spoke "I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends." He clasped his eyes, as a tear simmered down his cheek.

I haven't had champagne for a long time.

[Dalia]

John Fairfield

"I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends." He clasped his eyes, as a tear simmered down his cheek.

Deep in his heart, John felt sorry, but he had to finish up. He pumped his shotgun and aimed it at Frank, but a familiar voice stopped him. John looked over his shoulder.

"WAIT!!" Alex ran up the stairs and kicked open the door. "Am I too late!?"

"This doesn't bother you, Scalatti," John smugged. He turned over to Frank and pulled the trigger. The recoil was immense.

[Steven Nicholson]

Colt Harris

The young man stood outside the busy casino, fiddling with his new Ak-47. Next to him stood his new employer, an old man who had decided to dive into the business of trading goods. While Colt knew the old man was wealthy, he had only hired one gaurd for his expedition. Colt guessed he was only hiring him because he wanted to test Colt's combat abilitys. That was fine by Colt, as his ability with a rifle was up to par with many of the other mercenarys for hire. The old man was busy smoking a cigar, something Colt absolutely despised. Eventually, the old man put out his cigar, and motioned for Colt to follow him.

It was getting dark, and soon the criminals would be out. Colt couldn't help but ask. "Why are we leaving in the night?" The old man didn't even turn around. "The guys were meeting up with ain't fans of the day, don't be askin me why." the old man responded. "Sounds promising." said Colt. As to why this old man was trusting his buyers at night confused Colt, but he didn't mind. He was getting payed, and that was all that mattered.

Several minutes later they reached the gate, only to be stopped by several gaurds. The gaurds asked the same question as Colt had formerly, but this time the old man said they were meeting not far from the gate. The gaurds nodded and left the two men pass. This will be interesting... Thought Colt as he and the mysterious man exited the bustling city.

[biiibi]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

The last noise he heard before the blast of the gun was the voice of Alex. "Wait!" he called out. But it was too late. The trigger had been pulled, and a deafening thunder had erupted. But the job had been done. Frank started at Alex and John, both of which were staring back at him. But not in his bloodshot eyes, his chest.

Looking down, he noticed that his torso had been perforated with several large shotgun rounds. His synthetic blood was spewing out of him like a fountain, and his vision grew dim.

"Ugh. . .Ahh. . . Uhh. . ." he tried to say, but his throat couldn't manage it. All that came out was body fluid. He looked around one last time, before his vision blacked out completely. He felt like he had drifted off into a dream, like he was flying, floating in the air. In actuality, the Mayor was plummeting hundreds of feet down, off the ledge of the building, and into the Hudson river with a tremendous splash.

---

It was hours before anyone had gotten wind of the situation. But by then, Franks body had drifted off several miles, perhaps even into the sea. No one ever found it. All that was reported was torn rags, and shred remnants of a fine, well tailored, closely fitting pinstripe suit. The Hitman. The Don. The Mayor. He was gone.

[Marion Geneste]

Very poignant. Well done. Sad to see Frankie go, truly.

[leni]

OOC: Sad to see Frank go...Holy.

[Marcus Jordan]

Mieux sighed, staring out of a window in Scalatti's tower. He felt a strange mixture of sadness and joy. Sadness to hear that a classy guy like Frank died, yet happy. Mieux, with his old Colonel now his right hand, he drank from his chilled wine. "Mr.Mieux?" said the colonel softly. Mieux looked up from the window, "Why...why are you smiling?" Mieux, unable to wipe the look off his face. "I smile because, well, with Frank, classy as he was, out of my way, I can make for a full Coup D'etat, force my hand for my rightful claim." The colonel looked aback. "But...sir...I...I thought you wanted to help the world, to study a cure for Ghouls." Mieux sighed and put his fingers on his temple and said in an annoyed tone. "I am, but I also want power, to be sole Autocratic ruler of Arcadia, and from there, New York City will be reborn, with my allies beside me, and my rivals forced out, or dead if that must come." The colonel's face had turned chalk white, "I.....I'm warning Alex!" He ran to the door, a loud shot rang out as the Colonel slumped against the door, gasping in pain. "I beg to differ. I've come TO FAR to let anyone, ANYONE, stop my plans. I don't want him dead, hell, I'd even install him in a position of power, but he can't know." Mieux got up, his dress shoes clicking on the white marble of the fancy room, Mieux's new office in Scalatti's tower, as he slowly walked toward his once trusted aide, his 10mm trained on the wide eyed Colonel. Mieux sighed and looked serious faced, "WHY, why is good help SO hard to find these days? I'll give you one chance, join my Coup, or I will see to it you are tied up to a remote location until this is all over. With what you know, I can't let you stay here." He looked up wide eyed horror as he looked into the calm cold of Mieux, almost emenating chill from his body. "I shall never. I serve Alex." Mieux tilted his head, like a child curious of a new toy, "Alex?" He went off into a delirious laugh, high and cold, "NO YOU DON'T JAMES, YOU SERVE ME, YOU SERVE ARCADIA!" James leaned against a wall and grunted, "Had....I known you could be....this cold.... I'd never served you....killed you....as....Lake Federation....Asked..." Mieux roared with a fury that no one had ever seen, "YOU WHAT? FILTHY SAVAGE! AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU!" A second shot rang out and James, Mieux's intended assassin turned loyal, was lying on the wall, a single clean hole in his forehead, tears streaming down his eyes from his last minutes alive before his demise. Miuex raised his leg, ready to kick James in the face. He stopped, and a sudden wave of calm flooded him, he straightened his tie and recollected his posture. "My, that was unfortunate, pity it came to that."


He sat back down at his wooden desk, his office several floors below Scalatti's penthouse, and picked up the reciever and dialed to the security offices. "Yes, Mr.Mieux?" Mieux cleared his throat and said calmly. "Yes, Madison, send up the 'cleaning crew' tell them I've spilled some 'red wine' and need a new 'carpet' to dispose of the old one."

He waited for ten minutes when the power armored elite guard came in. "Sir, what happened?" Mieux sighed and said to the woman, who's face was obscurred from her helmet. "James didn't wish to be a part of the Coup, he threatened to join me, and I found out he was planted to kill me, you needn't worry who hired him, but, suffice it to say, he's failed." Mieux waved a dismissive hand, "Would you kindly dispose of this trash in the garbage furnaces? Thank you." He swiveled the chair around and sighed, looking down at Arcadia's neon lit casinos that he had opened up years back. And sighed comfortably, "Only a matter of time Alex, only a matter of time." and watched the moon as it ascended higher.

[NeverStopThe]

OOC: That was well done Holy

Alexander Scalatti

Alex ran over to the edge of the building, but it was too late. Frank fell into the Hudson with a big splash. No, this can't be. Alex was red with anger. He pulled out a pistol from his suit coat and pointed it at John.

"What the [censored] was that for?"

John pumped his shotgun, "Don't make me do it to you to."

"Who are you and what have you done with the Johnathan Fairfield I knew?"

"He wised up to the condition of the East Coast, the Lake Federation is in power now."

Alex reloaded his pistol and cocked it backward, "John, [censored] you." Alex went down the stairs and left the mafia building. He went over to the CAPone to drink away his sorrows.

Meanwhile, John was back at the embassy planning on the take over of New Manhattan.

[Devin Sluis]

Matthew Fraser

I couldn't believe it. As the sniper came running into the compound. He was shouting random chants

"FRANK IS DEAD! HE IS DEAD!" he hollered. People whispered to each other. Soon, Dean came out of the administration building

"WHAT THE-" is all he got out before he realized what happened. He motioned for the sniper to go into the building, and he did. They both came out two hours later. Dean walked over to me and a group of mercenaries

"Frank Vercelotti got shot by John Fairfield. Apparently by a shotgun. Damn shame, he was a womanizer, not that I care about people's personal life. For all I care he could have been sleeping with thousands of women all across New Manhattan. In any case, I think those bastards at Lake Fed are responsible. They're gonna go to New Manhattan and parade down the streets. Then they will attack Arcadia.

[Andy durkan]

Kong was looking out over the ruins of Manhattan when a trooper rushed over, saluted and then said.

"Sir, we appear to be having a malfunction in both of the elevator shafts here. Nothing's working, our technicians cannot determine any major fault with the systems; they've hypothesised that their buildings power may be comprimised."

"Gah [censored]," Kong cursed, he turned to face the trooper. "Search the building, find Mieux and make sure he is all right. The Vertibird won't be coming back for some time, Sutler gave word that the boys from Chicago are ready for collection so '596'll be quite busy."

The trooper shook his head, "Well that's excellent news if nothing else sir, I'll get the men to scout the building sir."

[Brooks Hardison]

Colt Harris

"What a situation we have here...right boys?" said the raider. The man had his hands clutched on a pistol, aiming directly at Colt's chest. Beside the raider stood another man, whose pistol was pointing at the old man. The two men had stumbled in what appeared to be an ambush. They were in the middle of a park, or what was left of the park. Empy swingsets swung in the breeze, watching the standoff between the four men. Colt had his Ak-47 leveled at one of the raiders chest, and the old man had his magnum angled at the other.

These two raiders were experienced. Colt could tell by the scars on their face, and the way they held a pistol. Each had on a baseball cap, and each had the brim of the cap turned around. They had looked like regular men from afar, but as soon as they had neared Colt and the old man had drawn their weapons. It was too late, though, as the bandits already had their weapons drawn. Small pistols, but at this range they could easily cut through any armor the traders had.

"Listen boys, I'll give you all 50 caps if you go your own way. That sound good?" said the the old man. The two raiders chuckled. "We like you old man...To bad." Both raiders opened fire, soon followed by Colt. The roar of his assault rifle drowned out the two raiders, and soon their lifeless bodies were bleeding out on the ground. Colt checked himself. He was fine. He turned around to see that the poor old man was not as lucky. Several bullets had peirced his body, instantly killing him. Colt had to move on. He scavenged all he could, finding 500 caps on the old man and a stimpack on one of the raiders. Then he left, never looking back.

Several hours later, Colt was back in the CAPone casino, ordering a beer.

[Emily Graham]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex had just finished his sixth beer and was clearly drunk. He ordered another one, but the bartender refused. "You had enough for today Mr. Boss."

"Aw, [censored] y--ou," Alex slured out as he laid his head down on the table. He had never drank this much is his life before, but events called for it. He wiped his forehead before putting his face back on the bar.

The casino was packed. A full swing band was playing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2S1I_ien6A which was Alex's favorite song. If Alex was sober and Ann was at the casino, they'd be dancing the Jitterbug or Lindey Hop.

The dance floor was packed with people dancing the classic swing style. Even drunkards joined in at the dance.

Alex looked over and noticed a fairly well armed mercenary order a beer. Alex was too knocked out to speak, but if he could, he'd hire him on the spot.