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Loose End
The green land rover traveled down the road, the sun setting blazed through the windows on the grim faces of the men inside. Mack leaned his head against the window and watched as the Sicilian estate approached. What he was doing here he did not know for sure, he had traveled all over the world, had seen and killed so many things, and yet this was the only place that kept calling him back. It wasn't the money, it was the sight or the beauty of the Sicilian beaches and vineyards. It was the memory he had shared in his time during Acutezza. The faceof the mother and father figure that served as his Don and Dona, Anthony Calabros and Mackenzie Marcello. They had accepted him as a son of the family, made him Underboss, gave him money and power to command the family. It had been the happiest time of his life. That was why he couldn't leave this town, why he had to constantly fulfill the need to kill. Crime was his life, and he'd drift from family to family until he was killed, outliving each family until his death which was long overdue.
The car stopped in front of the large gates with the security guards in front. Mack turned to the remaining 5 men of his crew, "Request to come in 3 minutes after I do. Be wary, these are the big boys here guys." He then opened his door slowly as the guard commanded what his business was at the estate. Mack, using his mastered skill of languages, replied in monotone, "I am here on business to talk with a Dr. Anton Phibes, you can call me an adopted son." Mack said, his hands at his sides. The guards sent word up to the estate and searched Mack. When the messenger came back down and relayed a message to the guards, they let him keep his weapons, knowing full well the relation and friendship between Phibes and Mack. Mack had served for Anton's son Lucan in Catalano, obviously word had spread. He was escorted into the estate, keeping his gaze on the floor ahead of him. The ex hitman was led into the kitchen where he stood solemnly before the father of the man he had pledged loyalty to. Mack stood in a weathered leather jacket, a black dress shirt, and black dress pants. The pants had slight traces of stained blood on them from the massacre he had committed on his traitorous crew members. Mack stood, in his filthy glory, before Dr. Phibes and awaited a hello or an acknowledgement.
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NPCs:
- [x5] Gunmen Class A
Vehicles:
- [x1] Land Rover
Weapons:
- [x6] Beretta Automatic Pistols[One to 5 Gunmen and one on me, always worn.]
- [x6] AKS Assualt Rifles [One to 5 Gunmen and one on me, always worn.]
- [x1] Dragunov Sniper Rifle [In Land Rover]
- [x1] Shotgun [In Land Rover]
- [x1] Silver Jack Knife [Worn on Belt]
- [x1] Old Jack Knife [Worn on Belt]
- [x1] Lupara [Under Jacket]
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