Chapterv 1: The Enforcer
Tony Montana, a fallen drug lord in Miami set on rebuilding his business, walked out of his newly purchased Pedro's Pawn Shop. His satellite phone rang, he took it out of his coat pocket and answered it. "Hello?" Tony said aggressively. "Hey Tony, it's Felix. Listen, I hear word on the street that there is a man looking for work. He used to be an enforcer for a mob in Fort Lauderdale and was exiled out. Now he is looking for a job as an enforcer." Felix's voice said over the speaker. "Where is he? I'll meet with him right now." Tony asked in response. "He is at the Little Havana Restaurante, just by Pedro's." Felix replied. "I'll go meet with him now." Tony said before hanging up the phone. Tony got behind the wheel of his 78 Cadillac convertible, he started it up and drove down to the restaurant.
Tony pulled up in front of the restaurant, he parked his car and got out. Tony was wearing his blue leisure suit, he had a pair of sunglasses in his coat pocket along with a 9mm pistol. A tall well built man sat at the furthest table, he had jet black slicked up hair, sunglasses on, and he wore a brown suit and tie. Tony knew this was the man to talk to, just by looking at him. Tony walked to the table, the man looked up at him. "Can I help you with something?" The man asked Tony. "Que Pasa man, I hear you're looking for work." Tony replied. "What if I am? Who the fuck are you?" The man asked in response. "I am the guy hiring, I am Tony Montana. And you better watch your fucking tongue, I'll splatter your brains out all over your entrée." Tony replied. "THE Tony Montana? Shit I only heard stories about you. I heard you were dead." The man said in shock. "I'm alive, and I need a good enforcer. I hear you the right guy for the job." Tony Replied. "I am, whatever needs done. I am the man for the job, small time gangs not paying tribute, some punk dealer not kicking up, somebody robbing your business. I'll cut 'em down. Just say the word." The man assured Tony.
Tony looked over at the man, sizing him up. "You look like just the guy to have on my staff. I tell you what, I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone. There is a few gang nests here in Little Havana, The Diaz Brothers have a stronghold on this turf. While I make my deals and buy my businesses, you can stomp out these nests. Two of them are at the Oakley Drive-In, I want them cleared out before I attempt to buy the business. Take them out, I pay you double whatever your going rate is. Plus an extra $50,000 for the job. After that you're in, and your first task will be to find and clear out all the nests in Little Havana. Does that sound like a deal man?" Tony explained to the man. "Okay, I'll find them. My going rate is $15,000 a week, large bills cash." The man replied. "That's $30,000 a week. Fine, I can afford it. What do I call you man? What's your name?" Tony asked. "Call me Mr. Black." The man replied before standing up and reaching into his pocket. Mr. Black pulled out a business card from Diaz Motors and put it on the table. "Write your number on here, I'll call you when it's done." Mr. Black told him. He and Tony exchanged numbers and Mr. Black left the restaurant.
Mr. Black drove to the Oakley Drive in, he had a 12 gauge pump action shotgun and a grenade launcher in the passenger seat of his Stampede humvee. He pulled up in front of the building and got out. He grabbed his shotgun and spotted a Diaz gang member selling coke to a patron. Mr. Black shot the gang member in the head completely dismembering him. The gunfight ensued, Mr. Black grabbed a submachine gun that a gang member dropped as he fell down dead and started shooting at the wave of gang members. The leader pulled up in a brown El Camino and stepped out, he had a chainsaw in his hand. Mr. Black shot the leader in the right leg, then the left torso before finishing him off with a shot to the head. He moved further down the lot up to the screen, where ten gang members were standing. Mr. Black had dispatched of them in a quicker manner than he did the previous nest, when the firefight was done he called Tony. "Hello? Who the fuck is this?" Tony asked into the phone. "It's done Tony." Mr. Black had told him. "Okay man, I'll have your payment ready at my mansion." Tony replied before hanging up. Mr. Black got into his Stampede and drove off the lot before the Miami PD turned up.