"ha haaaa! I told you to bring it and you did! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!" Romano was flying back to his hideout happy as can be. He got there and everyone started to cheer for him.

He walked into his office and sat down. "i think this deserves a drink. Mark! Get me a..."

there was gunfire. And explosions. Screaming from all over. Helicopters being blown off the helipads. Then Romano heard footsteps... the doorknob jiggle. And then the door opened. And Romano saw a ghost... the ghost... of Brian O'Reilly. Brian had a beer can in his hand. And he chucked it at Romano's head.

"hears your drink you bastard..." was the last thing Romano heard, and then darkness swallowed him.

"hey Seamus come help me with the body."

"OK come on."

"hey, Mon! I'll pop the trunk for you!"

"hey Mike! Get that bastard in the boat!"

boom

"got 'em!"

"oh ho ho! Nice!"

they drove for a few hours.

"hey Pat. Can you get rid of this 'baggage' for me."

"little bro! Yeah I can... whose in there?"

"Romano."

"OCTAVIO ROMANO?!"

"that's right"

"yeah I can do that for ya bro."

"thanks. I'll call ya later, lad."