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"We are down by the Hudson River which was the scene of a brutal and barbaric killing spree early this morning. NYPD have barricaded the area off but we have been told that a total of fifteen bodies were found. The victims were known associates of the Hart Crime Family and all of them were shot dead in an attack by known underground rivals, the Orton Crime Family. Our reporter Jane Swanson spoke to District Attorney Chris Jericho earlier today. This is what he had to say:

'If Mr. Orton and Mr. Hart think that they are going to drag this city into the gang wars of the past then they are severely mistaken. Every available uniform has been called to arms. I will not let this great city fall victim to the squabbles of mobsters and scum. This will be dealt with and I assure everybody with the utmost conviction that those responsible for this savage genocide will be brought to justice.'

District Attorney Jericho seems committed to preventing an all out war but there is surely going to be retaliation on the part of the Hart Family and the question remains, just how bad is that retaliation going to be?"

Randy snickered as he switched the TV off and settled back into his chair. He kicked his feet onto the desk and rested his arms behind his head. You had to love the newscasters kicking off about a new war. In his eyes there would be no war. Another attack like today and the Hart's would be virtually nonexistent. They might have their foot soldiers but you don't win wars with foot soldiers. You need a general, a commander. In just one day he had managed to wipe out almost half of Hart's top men. Now all he had to do was take out the rest. With this thought, the words of the DA rang in his head. So he was going to try and stop him? Maybe he would have to pay Mr. Jericho a little visit. After all, there was no quicker way to the top than to corrupt those already there. With Jericho on his side he wouldn't have to worry about stupid charges against himself and his men. Then he really would be invincible.

A loud knock on the door broke his thoughts. It was quickly opened and Ted DiBiase stepped through with an unreadable expression on his face. The old man looked worn. "Ted! What brings you by? I thought you were sleeping off that flu."

DiBiase managed a grim smile and took a seat. He tried not to get annoyed when the young man before him kept his legs propped up on the desk. He really had no respect for anybody or anything. He was nothing like his father. Sometimes he wondered how they were related. Bob Orton was a good man. Despite their line of business, he was a good man and Ted felt proud to serve him. Randy on the other hand was a completely different story. The kid walked around with his head held high. He didn't know what it felt like to live on nothing. Anything he ever wanted, he got. That was his good friend's biggest flaw. He was weak when it came to his children. He gave them whatever they wanted and they wouldn't know a hard day's work if it bit them in the ass. Randy Orton was the perfect example of that.

Randy chuckled and finally moved his feet from the table to pour them both a drink. "What? Have you gone mute on me?" He passed a glass into the other man's hand and then settled back into his previous position.

"No, I haven't gone mute. I just..." Ted sighed and took a long gulp of the exquisite scotch. "What the hell happened at the river today, Randy? I mean, Jesus Christ. Fifteen people! You took out fifteen people! That's unheard of these days. It's..."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS!" Randy fumed. His hands thumped against the desk and he quickly got to his feet. "If you came in here to lecture me then don't bother. I'm getting really fucking sick of it."

DiBiase could only shake his head. "You know, your father wouldn't have..."

"You need a new line, Ted," Randy scoffed. "All this 'your father' business is starting to wear just a little thin. In case you have forgotten, I run the show now." He moved from behind the desk and got in the older man's face. "You work for me." His jaw flinched and his eyes glinted dangerously.

"I work for this family..."

"NO! YOU WORK FOR ME!" He creaked his neck and couldn't stop his fists from clenching impatiently. "And if you can't accept that...then I suggest you start looking for another form of employment. So, do we have a problem?"

Ted managed the smallest of smiles. "No. There's no problem. I think I'll go and get that sleep, maybe get rid of this flu once and for all."

"Good," Randy smiled. There was nothing he loved more than forcing someone into submission. He watched as the other man left the room before wandering back to his desk and finishing what was left in the tumbler. Now that he had the whole damn police force on notice he would have to become more subtle. There was no way he could pull off another mass attack like today. It would more than likely boil down to hitting each guy until there was nobody left. But that worked for him. Any way worked for him so long as it got rid of the Hart's and he was the last man standing. And he would be the last man standing. He didn't care if he had to take out cops and corrupt DA's. When it was all said and done, HE would be in control of this town.