I sat with Banquo in our high rise apartment. For many years we had been moving from one living arrangement to another. Now it was time to finally settle down. Together we had to kill that basteird Duncan. He had ruined our lives. He was the reason for us running. If we had hadn't, I swear we wouldn't be alive. For as long as we've known how to walk, the mob has been our family. It is the only lifestyle we've had. For awhile there, I was moving up. I was getting used to everything, and thought with this lifestyle I could really be something. That was until Duncan came into the picture. He ruined it all. He tore it into a million pieces, and then put those pieces together to mold something for his benefit. He would pay. One slipup tore us down. I would never let Duncan forget it. I would shove that mistake through his ears into his brain until I see blood, before I EVER let him forget it. It was his mistake, not ours, yet we have been punished. Well Duncan, guess who's going to be punished now? Yes, it will be you. I went over to where Banquo was sitting, holding a glass of liquor in his hand. I patted him on the back. "Hey". He leaned back in his chair. "So Mac boy you going to take this guy down?" I laughed. "Forget about it." He laughed, "thought so. I'm in." He punched his fist into his hand and gritted his teeth, "he sure needs a good beating." I grinned. "He's not just going to get a good beating. After we are done with him, he will no longer breath." "You know I had a dream about all of this", Banquo said. "You what?" "A dream. That you killed people, ruined peoples lives. You know-" "The usual?" I interrupted. He laughed, "Yupp." "Well you need to stop having dreams about me. The misses wouldn't like it." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "How is the lady anyways?" "Not good. She keeps getting on my back about this whole Duncan thing." "Jesus man. She mad?" I nodded, "man she wants this more then I do." He got up, "I got something for you." He went into the kitchen. When he came back he gave me an envelope. Inside was $200. I already knew it was money. Mobsters had a tendency to give money for every present possible. "Think of it as an early Christmas present," He said winking. He took a swig of his drink. Sitting down he again got serious. "You know we are in this together." I shook my head, "You know I do." He gritted his teeth, "Just making sure." He put his hand on my shoulder, "I have your back man, but you know that's one thing I don't put up with." He looked me in the eyes, "betray me man?" he shook his head, "betray me and you're dead." He put two fingers to his head to act like he was shooting someone. Once he made the shooting sound I jumped. He laughed, "come on man." he slapped me on the back, "let's get ready for this crap."