A team of sixteen Mafia stood over the damp, mud like sand in the hot sun. Connor stood next to Nicoletti, who was inspecting the contents in the trunk of one of the Huntleys, crates and boxes stuffed the SUV.

Nicoletti spoke out of the side of his mouth, "This is good, the V here too?"

An older man with grey hair laughed, "You kidding? Of course, I just showed you some of it."

"Good, good… I expect, that we are being spied on, Mr. Vince." Nicoletti glanced towards the plane wreckage.

"Then let them spy, we'll deal with them soon enough."

Tommy stood holding an AK, leaning out from behind a hanger spying on the group of Mafia. After a few minutes Tommy retreated back to Phil, who was lying upon the roof of the hanger.

"Phil! Phil!" Tommy whispered.

"W-what?"

"Get a good aim at one of them, fire when I tell you. Try to take out Connor."

"Sorry Tommy, I can't see him."
"Then, go for anybody."

Phil shifted the PSG-1, getting a good aim at an older man, standing in front of Nicoletti, like a human shield. His head was right in Phil's crosshairs, he kept the gun steady with his one arm. "Tommy. Tommy, I have aim."

"Not yet."

Phil got anxious. Getting trigger happy was a problem he had. He cracked under the pressure of patience.

"So," spoke the old man, "When will Padrino be here?"

Nicoletti answered, "In a few minutes, we are going to load up a few of this, 'equipment' and head out to vice on some, personal business." The old man nodded. At that instant, his forehead exploded and a bullet passed through him like he was a piece of paper. Blood splatter upon a few Mafia, including Connor and Nicoletti.

Every Mafia in the area pulled out an automatic weapon out of their jackets and returned fire. Various gunmen appeared around the hangers including Tommy, Mario, Ken, Claude, and Phil.

Acting upon impulse, Nicoletti ducked behind the Huntley, not as a coward, but to fight back. Connor helped him unload heavy artillery, and prepared to return fire.

Max stood up against the large pile of wreckage, ducking to avoid any stray bullets which seemed to head his way. He had a slightly bloody LX-34 he grasped with his both hands, peeking around the corner to see what was going down. To his un-surprise, it was all out war. A few gunmen were using cover to take out the Mafia who's only cover were a few Huntleys. A Mafia soldier seemed to drop every ten or so seconds.

Two leaders, from which Max could see, were wrestling with a large weapon, which he later spotted to be a Arabic style rocket launcher. From the ground position, the rocket took off, heading along slightly rigid path towards the nearest hanger. The one-armed man had no escape, in less than one second there was contact. As he tried to avoid the rocket by jumping off the hanger, he got caught in the explosion. His burnt up body bounced or the walls of two hangers until finally coming to rest on a pile of rubble.

The rocket exploded like a firework, flames disintegrating into a light wall of smoke, pieces of the hanger roof shot in every direction, along with Phil's body. By this time only a few Mafia were dead, others running around to take cover and one was heading towards Max.

Pierce awoke from a short slumber with a slight headache, gunshots ringing in the background. He face was pressed up against hot metal. He sat up and glanced around, realizing he was on a bent up hood of a car, covered in glass and minor cuts and scrapes. The car had collided with an un-budged telephone pole. The car was totaled, the engine jammed into the pole, smoke arising from it. He was among a desert road, dark sand spread out in all directions covered in bushes and cactus, slight sandy hills to the east. He examined the old road he spotted skid marks, and a crashed black Huntley a few meters off road. Pierce exited the vehicle and walked towards the Huntley, examining it.

The cars must have collided at high speeds, slight debris was on the road. The Huntley was also totaled, flipped over on it side amongst a path of bent bushes, disturbed sand, and broken cactus. A Mafia soldier was crushed beneath the SUV, his head, upper chest, and arm visible over blood colored sand.

"Max." Pierce sprinted back to the car, waking up Joey and Leon, who were also unconscious. The three gathered up any excess weaponry the could and headed towards the sound of the gunfire, about a mile up the road.

Eventually the damned airstrip came into sight. Pierce, Leon, and Joey were fatigued and wet with perspiration, not a single car passed them on the road. Although being late, the war was amazingly still raging on, no on was really hitting anybody, the pot shots seemed to be just dotting the landscape with lead. A few bodies were lying around, but only a few.

Max was discovered, and now taking fire, not heavy fire, but fire. Anytime Max could get a few shots off was good, because that opportunity came rarely.

It wasn't long when Nicoletti, Toni, and Connor sighted Joey, Leon, and Pierce heading in from the south. One of the Huntleys caught fire and the mafia near it were forced out of that area of cover.

Tommy's men were still all alive except fro Phil, who got terminated in the rocket launcher attack, but they were still holding up good with lots of surplus ammo, keeping on the assault. It was time to move in and get a bit closer.

They used a tactical attack strategy, heading towards the nearest area that provided cover while the others provide cover fire from a secure location. The first area of cover in this case were some barrels, just in front of the flying school building. It wasn't long until the gunfire became overwhelming, and Mario, Tommy's right hand man, was shot a few time in the chest on his way towards Tommy behind the barrels. His blue Hawaiian shirt and white pants became blood stained as the bullets punctured his chest in many of areas, he tumbled down to earth, to his death.

A second lost only enraged Tommy in this war, motivating him to do better. Claude was a silent assassin in the mix. His super accurate shots with a customized, scoped-M4 were only good from a sniping position, he stayed stationed at the hanger that suffered the rocket launcher attack.

It wasn't long before the Mafia's numbers were depleting, the wet airstrip becoming dotted with more bodies and blood every minute. Just when the two teams thought they had the upper hand on the Mafia, a few Black Huntleys came speeding over the landscape, men filtered out like a flood, twelve more Mafia in the mix, this time mostly wielding M4's, MP5 A5's, and Desert Eagles. Stephen, Connors right hand man was amongst this new group. Not only did they have the upper hand again, but Toni, Nicoletti, Kingpin, and Connor were all alive still, and could escape in one of the Huntleys. Max had foresaw this, but so did Tommy, who ordered Claude to snipe out the engines of the Huntleys, rendering them useless.

Nicoletti was on the ground, keeping low and shooting every chance he got. With one shot of his new M4, the bullet zoomed through the air, hitting the weak Ken Rosenberg in the eye. As blood dipped down his face, the pain came overwhelming form Ken, who had never been shot before in his life. He covered his face up with his hands, and more bullets came zooming into his chest, knocking him to the ground in a bloody haze. Ken was dead in that instant.

Nicoletti stood up to celebrate his kill, when Max, with his LX-34 took aim. The bullet hit Nicoletti where Max had been shot with the crossbow. Nicoletti fell to the ground after his arm exploded in blood, he cursed as he fell.

Kingpin was the assassin his name lived him up to be, he had not shot a single person so far. Toni was dumbfounded, all of the shots his side shot were missing, it was like Tommy was invincible. His growing anger made him proceed him to attack with two Mini-Uzi's. The attack was short lived as Pierce made his way unspotted towards the Mafia, taking down Toni with the Kalashnikov. The fat man fell down hard. A smile drew across Pierce's face.

A smile was not the right reaction, as this brought a lot of attention on him, a rain of bullets came down upon his area. Joey and Max were virtually out of the fight when this happened, giving them a rare golden opportunity to take out some Mafia with ease.

Claude decided to make a fatal mistake that he would regret. Kingpin was hazard with his newly acquired Scoped M4, just like Claude had. Through his scope Tommy wasn't visible, but Claude came around the hanger, this was his chance.

The first two bullets missed, Claude looked around for one second, in that second he stood still, the chaos temporarily stopped, time froze. He bounced back as three bullets tore through his leather jacket, shooting streaks of blood out. Kingpin emptied the remainder of his clip into Claude, twelve bullets.

After the shots ended, Claude slid down the side of the hanger wall, his face pale without and expression. The wall was left blood stained, Tommy turned to look at Claude's body. He screamed.

Taking a huge risk, Tommy dashed over to Claude, bullets ran ramped in his direction. His last living partner in this war was shot, Tommy carried Claude's body back into the hanger.

The Mafia were again loosing men fast. Nicoletti, this fierce force, was shot down by both Max and Pierce. Max and Pierce were behind one of the Mafia's Huntleys, Joey was nowhere to be seen. The duo took down three more Mafia in a quick jump and shoot, including Stephen, Connors right hand Max.

The Huntley they stood behind became covered in bullet holes, Max sighted the remainder of the Mafia: Connor, Kingpin, and four Mafia soldiers.

Connor stood with a grenade, ready to throw. His ears exploded with a shot from Tommy before he took the pin out, who was screaming and cursing while shooting, taking down the remaining four Mafia soldiers, while they too returned fire. The rain of bullets brought Tommy down along with them, in an explosive end.

Now it was just Kingpin, Max, and Pierce, and Joey, wherever the hell he went.

Max and Pierce crouched behind a Huntley, Max with his LX, and Pierce with his Kalashnikov. They whispered, "Pierce, let's take him down from two sides," Max pointed, "You got that way,"

Pierce made an 'okay' sign with his hand and they were off. The search ended soon, as the unsuspecting Max was ambushed by King. Around the corner of a Huntley, King give Max a furious punch to the gut, before Max could raise his weapon, King shot his hand, Max dropped the LX-34. "Pierce!" Max managed to let out.

The daunting figure stood broadly above Max. Kingpin threw down his automatic weapon and grabbed Max's LX-34. He let out a laugh and said, "Remember me, Max?"

Max's eyes widened as he raised the weapon, shooting Max three times in the chest, making his white shirt even more bloody. Max fell to his knees. The pain shot through his body, even worse than before. Max felt drowsy again, and sweaty. The task of breathing had become harder than before. Amazingly, Max's will kept him alive and on his knees. With his injured hand Max took out a bottle of pills, Kingpin shot the bottle out of his hand as well, destroying the pills and splattering blood amongst the sand. AT this point, nothing really hurt Max. His body became numb.

"Freeze!" Kingpin turned to his left, Pierce stood with his hands cupped around a revolver he found on the ground next to a body. "Drop you weapon." Pierce ordered.

King laughed manically.

"I said drop you goddamn weapon!" Pierce glanced down at the injured Max. "Say goodbye, Kingpin." He readied himself to shoot, Kingpin not even raising Max's weapon to fight back.

With what little power Max had left, he raised his left hand, forcing out a few words, "No."

Pierce eyes shot towards Max. What did he say?

"No, Pierce." Blood poured out of Max's mouth. "That's-ah! Not, K-king, Kingpin."

Pierces mouth dropped, in the dead silence he could head his heartbeat. "What the hell?"

Max stood on his knees barley conscious, to see what unfolded next.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha." Kingpin laughed again.

"That's not King," said Max, "t-that's-"

"Who?" Pierce spoke.

"Come on, Pierce," Kingpin spoke in a smooth, familiar voice, "are you that incompetent?" he laughed once more. "Would you really,"

A/N: All you readers out there, reviews rock, just so you know... just telling you, in case you didn't know. mmm hmmm, it's true