I hotwired it, much to my brilliance, and drove it as fast as I could. I got onto the Manhattan Bridge rather quickly, and after some swift overtaking on it, as was into Brooklyn. I parked outside a hotel, and stayed the night. My mind was racing at this point. I couldn't help thinking, who were they? What did they want? What would I have to do?

I found them the following morning. They were in a club in the heart of Brooklyn. I made the way to the bar counter and asked for a drink. Just a glass of water, nothing adventurous.

'And is there a Falici or DiMaggio here?' I asked quickly.

Two guys at the bar looked over to me. They made their way over and shook my hand quickly and violently.

'Hey, I'm Bryan DiMaggio' one man said.

He was bald, and had a black suit, trousers, and shoes. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt. Another man moved to the forefront after DiMaggio introduced himself.

'And I'm Jake Falici' the other said.

He was smaller than the other, and a brown trench coat, tie and trousers. He had shiny black shoes, and a white shirt on. He had short, untidy dark brown hair, and was grinning at me.

'Jake's colour coded, as you can see' Bryan said coolly.

'You're just bitter at the fact that your own son is higher up in the family than you are!' Jake replied coldly.

They looked at me, not staring at the other. I finished my drink quickly, and apprehensively I left the bar. They escorted me into a car nearby, parked in an alley. What's up with them using alleys anyway? Is it some kind of unwritten mobster code? Anyway, Bryan and Jake got into the front, and Bryan drove, with me sitting in the back, trying to look like I wasn't scared as hell.

'James recommended you, you know?' Bryan told me, not diverting his attention from the road.

'Well, we'll get to see how good the kid is, won't we?' Jake said grinning at me.

I grinned back, but as I stated earlier, I was nervous as hell. Okay, James gave you a feeling of comfort and protection, but for a kid whose only recently got into the family, two guys bickering with each other, who're meant to be on the same page, would unnerve you slightly.

'We're going to whack this soldier; Joey Partini' Jake told me, 'he's been causing the family too much trouble. Smuggling the families stuff, taking weapons, valuable items, and using them for his own gain. You've got your gun with you, haven't you? We're going to go in, and you're going to follow us. But, don't draw your gun until we do, okay? We don't want Partini escaping before he gets killed.'

I nodded back to Jake, and he grinned yet again.

'Don't worry kid' he said, 'you'll do fine.'

I barely had enough time to take everything in, as we reached our destination. We got out of the car, and Jake and Bryan pointed to a club where Partini was. All three of us walked over the street, and made our way to his hideout. A guard stood outside the door.

'Who the hell are you?' he asked gruffly.

'We're friends of Partini' Jake replied.

'Really? He ain't expecting no friends' the guard said.

'Is that the case?' Jake replied.

'Or is you grammar and ignorance that bad?' Bryan chimed in, as Jake moved quickly behind him.

Jake pulled out a Garrotte, and chocked the guard. The guard fell to his knees, and finally to the ground dead. Jake nodded to Bryan and then to a dumpster, where they dragged the guards body, laying it inside it, and closing it quickly. They made their way back to me, and entered the club.

'Don't want to raise suspicions' Jake whispered to me.

Not one person suspected us, and that was saying something. We made our way easily through the club, and eventually into a back room, where Joey was, huddled over some crates. Joey quickly reached into his pocket, and Bryan laughed.

'Come on now Joey, we're not here to kill you!' Bryan said, walking to one of the two other mobsters, stealthily drawing his own gun.

'Nah, we just want to talk, Joey, don't get excited' Jake added, also drawing his own gun, out of sight.

I stayed behind the two of them, but I also drew my gun inside my pocket. I chose the Magnum, I felt it the best. We all looked and smiled at Joey.

'Listen, Joey, we want to make you a deal' Jake said, 'you stop taking our stuff and giving it to other families, get it?'

'I don't know what you're on about!' Joey replied angrily.

'Sure?' Bryan asked.

Bryan nodded, and instantaneously, Bryan and Jake drew their guns, and shot the mobsters. I pulled out my gun, and shot Joey in the knee, as he reached for his gun, and the mobsters keeled over as well. I shot Joey in his arm, and he staggered backwards. I shot Joey in the chest, and he fell out of the window, into the dumpster Jake and Bryan opened earlier. I had just become the thing I didn't want to be though… the thing that separated me from them, I had become a killer… but, I liked it…

We put away our guns, and left the back room. A guard came in, and looked at Jake as he shut the door. He put a finger on his lips and smiled.

'Joey's just taking a nap' Jake whispered.

We got into our car, and we drove off. After we got round a corner, Jake and Bryan burst out laughing.

'Kid, you were brilliant!' Jake said, turning round, and grinning, 'quick thinking, I like it!'

The car stopped later, and dropped me off in Little Italy.

'Kid, you were brilliant!' Bryan said, 'you'll go far!'

I got out of the car, and they drove off. I was slapped on the back, and I turned round. James was behind me, and he smiled.

'We've got some work to do' James said, 'major work!'