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The jump and screech of the plane landing unprofessionally woke a young man who had been dozing in the back of the plane. He rubbed his tired eyes, and looked around. Outside the window lay Atlantic City airport, a place he had never been to before, but he knew it like the back of his hand. Stifling a yawn, the tired man stretched and waited for the plane to stop. He had not spent much time in America, but his father had often spoken about it, especially Atlantic City. He used to reminisce on the days when he owned Atlantic City, as any mafioso would own a city. He had the legal owners by the balls, at it was perfect.
A dreamy smile spread across the face of Giovanni's son, Salvatore. He wanted to know what is was like to have that kind of power, in America, at least. Before he realised it, someone was tapping him on the shoulder, asking him to get up. He looked around and saw that most of the people in the plane had left. Getting up, he removed his carry on luggage, the only bag he had with him, and made his way off of the plane slowly, taking in what surrounded him like a child seeing things for the first time. Everything his father had told him about the airport was true. His father must have lived here to be able to describe it with such detail. Obviously some things had changed, but it was still very close to what his father had described.
Half an hour later, Salvatore was outside of the airport, looking for a taxi. Finding one, he hopped in and said, "The Rothschild Estate, and step on it," his accent making the cliché saying sound alien. The taxi driver nodded and drove out of the airport, speeding his way to Salvatore's desired destination.
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[font=arial]Advisor and Lawyer - The Killmunati Syndicate[/font]
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