Mafia Wars by Androidfish7

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I recently caught and reported a person who attempted to steal my work so I'm taking a few minutes of your time to get some legal stuff out of the way.

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The next day:

"I just got word from the Surgeon General" said Blake, as the other 3 went up to him. "What's the deal?" asked Jake. "He's going to need a Lobotomy to have the bullet removed from inside the head, it apparently hit him in the head but didn't go quite to the brain, and it broke his neck somehow" said Blake. "Well, what should we do?" asked Antonio. "We have to get the Lobotomy, but to do it, it'll cost more money than we have." said Blake. "I looted $37,000 from the Pyrotechnics though" said Jake. "It's going to cost us $4,500,000 apparently these Doctors are Corrupt, and they are truly corrupt." said Blake. "There aren't anymore Hospitals to go to?" asked Jake. "Nope, not one for 400 miles, which is longer than he has." said Blake. "Well what do we do? We can't raid anyone, he doesn't have enough time" said Antonio. "I know a way" said Jake, as he got out his P99s. He entered the Surgeon General's room. "I work for the FBI, and I hear this place denies service to those who cannot pay?" Jake asked, the Surgeon General grew nervous. "Mr, um, [Jake tells him his name] Detective Jake Brown, sir, I'm sure you aren't hear on behalf of the FBI, despite your title, and don't get me wrong, I know you work for the FBI, but maybe if you simply let this operation continue, I could toss a little, something, your way?" The General asked. "Get that man in the surgery room, don't charge anyone, and I may let it slide." Jake said. "Consider it done" the General replied, as they shook hands. "Oh, and 1 more thing, if that Lobotomy fails and something is wrong with the patient, I will have the FBI here in a New York F#$ing minute." Jake said, as he walked out. "It's been done, the surgery will take place tomorrow" said Jake. "I hope it works out" said Blake. "That guy's job counts on it." Replied Jake.

The next day

It had been 2 hours since the surgery on Big Mac had begun, and ended. the Surgeon General came out to tell the group of the results. "Look, I don't know how to say this... But we were too late, the bullet had been in his head too long, and your friend is gone" the Surgeon General said. Jake backed away slowly, and pulled out an FBI walkie talkie. "This is Jake Brown, we got a bad case over at the Miller Meteor Hospital, requesting backup over" and he put it back into his pocket. They left after the FBI brought the place to the ground, and they were mourning. "We'll get The Hermit, I swear on it." said Blake.

The next day:

Blake awoke first that day, picked up their news, and found nothing in their mailbox. Blake was also feeling very malevolent right now. He had conjured the ultimate plan on how to take revenge on The Hermit. He woke up Greg, Antonio, and Jake to tell them the plan.

"Alright, so here's what's going to happen" Blake started, as the group began to listen. "Greg, you are going to be very useful here. They do not know you have joined us yet. I want you to go to their Mob HQ and tell The Hermit we rejected you and you want to join them. After that, I want you to let the word out that The Overlord is going to lead an attack on the Jet Jackers [Mob, guess what they do for a living], when he really isn't. When The Hermit gets there to try to pickoff The Overlord, I will be there, with the HK PSG1 in my arms, aiming at his unsuspecting, confused, and vulnerable head, and incase my shot doesn't work, I want Jake to set a FBI blockade so that nobody gets out after us. Antonio, I want you to escort Greg there, and make sure, from a long distance, preferably in hiding, that they don't hurt Greg. Everyone understand their roles?" asked Blake, as the group agreed. "Good, it's settled. Take the day off today, we will begin tomorrow, noonish, in honor of Big Mac" said Blake