*Frank puts down his beer. Frank: "Hmm gambling, I like the sound of that. I've always wanted to expand down south. Turtle Beach is where the gambling is that. Who can we send down there, maybe get their hand in one if them casinos?"

Frank: Cocaine?

Frank: Aegis huh, we do got some connections to them, but I probably gotta give then something in return.

Frank: "Alright, what did you guys have in mind." *Frank takes a swig of a Heineken.

*Back in the social club, Frank takes his shot, he hits the cue ball by accident." Frank: "Fuck. Ya I know Rocco, I say we hit them again, and finish them for good. We gotta be careful though, the cops are probably already busting their asses trying to figure out who did the hit yesterday."

Frank: "We're going to hit their bar." *Industrial zone of Roseport, 9:39 PM, a white van drives down the pothole filled street. A black car trails behind it, and they park in the lot of an abandoned textile factory. Loud rock music bellows from the bar across the street and there is a large neon sign out front that reads "the dragstrip". A few drunken bikers are laughing outside by their Harley's. Sonny: "Those are definitely the guys boss, 100 percent." *The men are all clad in black and masked up. Jerry opens the back door of the van and guys grab their weapons. Frank never usually went on hits anymore but this one was special. Carmelo grabbed the LAW launcher and quickly loaded it. Frank looks at the bar for one last minute while everyone gets in position. Frank: "Let's show these guys why they shouldnt have crossed la cosa nostra." *Carmelo launches the LAW and stumbles back a bit, the back blast sending old bags and trash flying all over the parking lot. The rocket penetrates the front window and a deafening crash rocks the area. The neon bar sign falls from the roof. At that moment the rest of the men opened fire with their rifles. Glass windows shatter and bikers run out of the bar, some of them on fire. Automatic rifle fire cuts them down. A few gun shots erupt from within the bar but the automatic machine gun fire continues to spray the building. After a another half a minute the men stop shooting and all is silent. Sirens wail in the distance. Frank "Let's get the fuck outta here."

*Frank has a cell phone in his hands, the call is slightly staticky. Frank: "Alright, bring em down to the ware house I'll have the rest of our guys meet you down there." Frank hangs up, and puts on his overcoat. He grabs a comb and slicks back his greying hair. Him and Paulie get into a new, black Cadillac, with Antonio driving. *An hour later at a ware house in the Roseport waterfront district, Frank and his men open the warehouse side doors and find Carmelo, Rocco, Sonny, Jerry, and Joey Gambino waiting inside. A table is in the middle of a mostly empty room, and a duffle bag along with several automatic weapons and ammunition is on the table. Frank: "Alright guys, as you all know a bunch of biker Gavone's burned down la gatta nera restaurant, our racket. We know theyre bikers, we don't know what club but it doesn't fucking matter at this point." *Antonio and Paulie lug in a crate and drop it on the table. Antonio pries it open with a crowbar. Inside is a LAW anti tank launcher. Frank: "These bikers are probably well armed, so I'm not going to take any fucking chances. Our private security friends got connections at fort okanee military storage and this baby was going to be dismantled. Don't worry, it should still work very well. Anybody got any questions?"

*Frank pulls opens his humidor, and pulls out a montecristo torpedo cigar. He lights a long match, letting the flame lick the bottom of the cigar, lighting it gently. He takes a puff, the tip of the cigar glows cherry red. Frank: "Alright Jerry, I want you and your crew to head on down there, and try to locate the exact position of these bikers. I think I've heard that they had some kind of dive bar near the old foundry. Rocco, I need you to go to our cottage with the van, and bring back a bunch of pieces, were going to need them."

Frank: South Roseport? Is it a rival family?the irish?bikers?

An m9, a Glock, m1911, a USP or tac 45, a Magnum calibre revolver and a desert eagle. But there are so many more options as well.

I hope they put a good amount of pistols, atleast 5 or 6 would be nice.

Paulie: I just heard from Sonny he said they got the guys responsible. Frank: Did they get out of there quick enough? Paulie: Ye, the cops didn't come yet. Frank: Consiglieri, what else have you discovered about who is responsible?

*West side Roseport. Sonny and Carmelo arrive at the bakery. A huge fire is engulfing it. Sirens can be heard wailing in the distance. A scuffle is heard from inside. Sonny: what the fuck! *The men go inside, two masked men are inside and beating up an employee. Carmelo: Hey cocksuckers, what are you doing!? *Carmelo and Sonny draw their guns. The two men draw theirs. The whole room erupts into a barrage of gunfire, with a fire and smoke billowing out from the kitchen. One of the masked men gets shot in the abdomen while they run out of the side entrance. Carmelo and Sonny follow them.

I like your taste in weapons.

Yes, if there is more than one bedroom.

It's gonna be a great game, and i think it's going to be very very hard to get bored of it!

*Outskirts of Roseport, Luprano compound. Frank: Paulie, I don't think those Russians are gonna be bugging us no more, I'm telling you this is our city. Who the fuck do these guys think they are, la cosa nostra has been running this city for 100 years and that ain't about to change. Paulie: Forget about it, they forget their messing with old school goombas. *There is a knock on the office door. Antonio: Don, Mr. Di Senza, Mr. Barbero and Mr. Forelli are here to see you. *The three gentlemen walk in.

Thank you fratello, I welcome you Joey Gambino.

Check your messages.

That might be possible.

I wonder if you buy a house, and then you upgrade it (buy furniture and alot of upgrades) and if you don't go on the game for a month and you lose it, would you get any money back?

Grazie Antonio, welcome to the family, fratello.

I would like to officially like to welcome Jeremy ``Jerry`` Sirata as a made member of our family. Salute fratello. I would also like to extend a warm return to Carmelo our enforcer.

It's an exiting time for identity and will continue to be the next coming months. If you are looking for friendship, money, respect, power, protection, and motivation, the Luprano family will offer all of this to worthy friends of ours. If you are interested, be in touch.

I swear there was already a post about this today.