Brad woke up and found a few missed calls on his phone, he saw the number to be Joe Mascolo, the capo he met when selling TK's drugs, it had been a few months since he had last seen the guy so that threat he was talking about a few months back must have come up. During that time, TK's meth empire was growing and was starting to break into the Rednecks turf by selling great product at a cheaper price. Brad himself had played a good part in that running the drugs from Rawlings back into Kennedy inconspicuously, away from the cops, he had a few run-ins with the feds but nothing serious and nothing he couldn't avoid. He rang Joe back, he heard the ring buzz three times before Joe picked up

"Hey Joe, what's going on" Brad asked

"Nothing much, same old, same old. People don't pay, a bit of a leverage here and there and they pay happily"

"Sounds good man" Brad replied

"Listen Brad I need to you to help pull a job for me, just come over to Lombardi, Giugaro and Co. It's a law firm, not too far from where you live, in the Justice Park area" Joe spoke with a more hushed tone

"I'll see you there" Brad said hanging up

Brad jumped in his car before gunning the engine towards the law firm, it was situated on Cleveland Rd to the north of the park. Brad drove straight through the park making the V-8 sing as it went through the revband, he quickly downshifted for a tight right and slid the car around the corner. He could hearing blaring horns from cars who thought Brad was a madman.

He eventually found himself at Cleveland Rd and saw the law firm, it was impressive with great slabs of marble and glass forming its exterior. Brad parked the car before walking inside. He saw a paralegal and asked "Do you know where I can find Joe Mascolo?"

"Yes sir, he is in the last office on the right" The paralegal replied

Brad walked down the hallway and opened the last door on the right.

He saw Joe who looked to be stressed, flecks of grey had started to colour his hair and Joe looked like he had aged a year in three months.

"Hey Joe"

"Brad, how are you doing?" Joe asked

"Pretty good, you?" Brad responded

"I would be doing fine but there is some stupid kid who is fucking my god-damn business up" Joe said with rage starting to show

"Why, what's going on?" Brad said calmly

"This guy, Carlo Moretti has been trying to jack some of the money we made at the casino"

"You need me to teach him a lesson?" Brad offered

"Don't teach him a lesson, send him to the morgue" Joe said with malice

"Where is this guy?" Brad asked

"Today is his day off and it is a football day so I imagine he is at the SM&M stadium getting drunk and betting on the game"

"You're the boss" Brad said walking away

Brad got back in his car and headed to Racecourse Way where the stadium was located. Brad had some idea about where in the stadium he would be located. He worked in a casino, therefore he probably owned made $40,000 legit but he could make some on the side due to his mob association. Brad considered this and thought the dude would be in the cheap seats.

The stadium was located in the centre of the town, in the traditionally horse derby area of town which was known as Wire in reference to the gambling culture that happened down at the track. Brad arrived at the stadium and saw the massive glass and metal structure that was in front of him, it had a large concourse at the front of the stadium protruding from the circular stadium. However it was fairly quiet in the traffic around the stadium and Brad couldn't understand why. He then eventually realised why when he was looking at the billboard advertising the game. It was at 3:00 and it was 1:00 right now, this guy must be getting pissed in a tailgate party. Brad drove round to the carpark and saw probably a hundred trucks of all different ages, sizes and makes. Brad found someplace to park, way away from the party.

Brad walked over to the party and started to scan for this guy, he apparently looked short and well-built with a buzzcut of black hair. Brad walked through the hundreds of people that were amassed while looking for this guy. He eventually found Carlo sitting on the tailgate on a V-250 truck that was roughly 30 years old. Carlo was surrounded by three or four other guys but Brad pushed his way through these guys and stared Carlo out.

"Carlo, your boss Joe Mascolo sent me to collect a debt" Brad said

"Fuck you and the fucking Mascolos" Carlo cried

Carlo then ran off at speed and the powerful build meant that he had lengths on Brad before he had even started running. Brad eventually got through all of the drunkards before seeing Carlo was diving into the stadium. Brad sprinted following Carlo at pace while calling for Carlo to stop, he saw that Carlo had pushed a woman towards Brad, Brad ducked to the side while he kept running. Carlo kept running before he quickly vaulted a turnstile into the supporters' area which led into the stadium, Brad followed, catching Carlo with every pace as Brad's target tired. Brad saw that Carlo was bounding through the area before forcing his way past an official into the grandstands, Brad did the same getting into the stands. He watched Carlo mistimed a jump over the seats and land awkwardly, rolling his ankle, Carlo screamed out in pain. Brad pounced on Carlo before levelling his gun at him.

Carlo pleaded to Brad to don't kill him, Brad felt some sympathy for the guy, and he seemed like a good kid who had got caught up in some bad business. However a job was still a job and the murder had to be done. Brad aimed directly between the eyes before pulling the trigger.

He heard people screaming and running away as the shot was heard.

Brad ran back to his car and drive away quickly as he heard police sirens sound. He eventually made it back to Joe's law firm and received his payment.