Leister= Washington State
Capitol Of North Cretaceous/Leister= Washington DC
Royal Ordnance Rifled Cannon= Ordnance Rifle(US civil war cannon)
M307 Grenade Launcher= XM307 Grenade Launcher
White Palace= White House
*Most of North Cretaceous' states retain their real life names
Prologue
Six Mafioso accompanied James Burnett as he entered his father's residence. It had been such a long time since he was here and to his surprise, nothing much has changed. Well, something would change soon. Figuring his son would be too busy finding a replacement for his second in command and building arms for the war effort, Charles made a move against Don Giovanni and attacked one of his businesses. How incredibly wrong was he. Ever since he made his promise to assist Marcus in the fight against his(James)own father, James never moved his eyes away from Charles.
Roving guards at the compound allowed the Don and his six Mafioso, which they presumed were his bodyguards, into the compound. Security was just like usual; ten armed guards roaming the compound and three more inside the house. Five minutes away from the residence was a pair of UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopters, each carrying ten-man mercenary teams. And just like Blackhawks employed by the Elysian Military, these were also equipped with M134 Miniguns for defensive purposes.
As expected, Charles sat in the "Godfather chair" of his office and the layout of said office was remarkably similar to that of his son's. Like father like son they say. The Godfather was quite surprised when he saw his son enter the office with six armed men accompanying him instead of the usual two. His heart began to pound when the seconds ticked by with no words spoken between them.
"I like it when you're tense." James gives a cold smile. "It tells me that even the Godfather himself is nothing more than human."
"Why are you here, son?" He asked. "I thought you were churning weapons for the war?"
"That's Delta Arms' job, I'm here to tell you that life as it is, is over for you."
"What nonsense is that?"
"You attacked one of Don Giovanni's businesses."
The distinct bom bom bom sound of chopper rotors could be heard outside. From what he saw on the news regarding Richard Nightingale, Charles knew there was only one thing. He reaches for his waistband and pulls a .38 Smith & Wesson Model 36 Snubnosed revolver. At the same time, his son also pulls his M1911A1 from his shoulder holster rig and both men pointed their weapons at one another at the same time. It was a Mexican standoff; a battle of wits. Who would shoot first? Who would be lying in a pool of their own blood? Who will succumb to their conscience and back down? The ruthless Capo Di Tutti Capi or his slightly softer son?
Behind James, the Mafioso kept their guns low. They knew this duel was their boss' business and he would be the one to settle it while they managed security in the office. Outside the residence, Charles' Mafioso battled against the mercenary teams sent by James in an attempt to erase his father's most loyal circle of men from the face of the Earth.
"You have been such a trouble-son for me." Charles scowls. "Even after everything I've done you're still after me."
"I'm merely destroying a monster who is no longer a true Capo Di Tutti Capi." He shoots back. "When I was about four years old, you told me about how the "Boss of All Bosses" gets his title through respect. But you… You get your title by killing everyone."
"And I solidified the throne for you, James. Can't you see how easy you'll be able to keep your grip on power once I retire? Look, I know I screwed up with that McDonalds case, which is why I did all this just for you."
"Right behind my back, yeah what a good father you are." James rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Give it up old man, your time is over."
"We'll see about that."
BANG
BANG BANG
BANG
BANG BANG
James fell back-first onto the ground while his father slumped onto the table. Both men were unconscious yet still clutching their pistols. The Mafioso standing behind James were shocked and at a loss for words. Who would succeed their boss now?