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Fankie Fredaroni stood on a hill over looking Small Town USA as he slowly let a wisp of cigar smoke waft between his lip and drift away on the breeze. As he watched the sun lower of the currently peaceful town a small smile graced his face.
Soon all this would be his.Then the smile left and was replaced by a dower grimace.
Oh. It would be his, after these yokels learned some respect! The nerve of that barrel maker. Refusing to even pay his boys for protection from 'accidents.'
Oh well. They would learn.Fankie turned around and stocked over to his boys who were clustered around a barrel. They all turned to give him their nervous attention, who knew what mood he would be in today?
"Errr what we gonna do now boss? They wont pay up!" Mikey said.
"Well boys. I think we are just gonna to have to teach them the many wonderful benefits of being under our protection. Big Michael, take take Joey and Nikki down into town and have a chat with the store owners. And if they refuse to buy our insurance, show them what can happen."
"What about me and Mikey boss? What you want us to do?" Said Tony.
"Well, you boys are going help me plan a little job we gotta do. I hear that innovation is the name of the game, and I certainly do not want to be left behind."
With that he gave a savage kick to the barrel they were clustered around and sent it tumbling into the river. It would be washed down stream and would take over two weeks for some kids playing along the shore to find the body, and by then the barrel maker would be to degraded to make a identification.
1 thug and two minions go do some Extortion.
2 minions plan a plan to capture a engineer we can use to build up our base, or make weapons, or whatever.