"THOSE DICKHEADS! THEY THINK THEY CAN SCREW WITH ME? ME FANKIE FREDARONI! THOSE DICKHEADS ARE GOING SEE WHAT IS COMING TO THEM!"
With a loud click Fankie pulled back the bolt on a Tommy gun and threw it into the hands of Big Michael. Before pulling out his own pistol and jamming a new clip into it.
He looked around the grim gathering of his boys. There was only three of them with him now. Mikey, Tony, and Big Michael. Joey was badly wounded in a shoot out with the local gangs and would unable to fight for a while.
"Come on boys. Grab your gear. We are going out hunting for scum."
He angrily stomped from the room, pausing only outside the room that Joey was resting in.
"Kid. When you start feeling better. I want you to fly up to Chicago. I want you to tell the bosses that this is Fredaron's town now. I want the gangs to know this is mob turf, and if they set
so much as one stinking foot in here, I will cut it off and jam it up their ass. then I want you to go get the boys. I want you to get Nikki. I want you to get Pauly. I want you to get Romano. I want you to get everyone you can and bring them down here. This is my town now. And it is time to get the word out."
"Sure... Sure thing boss. You got it!"
"Good boy. Now you get better."
With that Fankie Fredaroni stocked off into the night with three goons following him. This was his town now, and anyone who disagreed was going to find out the taste of lead.
1 Thug and 3 Regulars go Extortion
1 Technician does General Mayhem (Raise that Notoriety Ye haw.)
You will notice that my turn and my RP have very little in common. Oh well.