This contains gore, racism, and smoking cigarettes, the usual for the 1920's. You've been warned
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"Don, are you sure?" A man with a dark suit and a fedora spoke with light sweat on his forehead, smoke lightly came out of his mouth as a cigarette gently rested between his index and middle finger.
"Paulie" the 'Don' spoke with extreme authority "I'm absolutely sure; besides, how would it look to the others if not only can we let women walk the streets at night, not only be raped but killed as well!"
The Don slammed his hand down as he growled his words as he stared around the room.
"I want their mothers to scream when they see these punks faces, they think they can get away with spilling blood here?! And they they can get away with it?!" The Don yelled out in anger.
"I get where you coming from" a man to the right of the Don spoke as he held a glass of whiskey.
"And I get that your angry... But these are Morello's men, retaliating would no doubt incite a war between our families." the man spoke calmly as he sipped on his whiskey.
Through the Don's anger he brought his hand to his chin to scratch it, a bad habit he formed during the early 10's, "Alright... Alright..." nodding his head
"Paulie... and Tommy" you two, get a cab find the punks and bust their heads." The 'Don' pointed to the two.
"You two had run-ins with these punks, you know their faces ask around Chinatown, ask for... what's-his-name?" The 'Don' spoke.
"I believe his name is Shin Je, Mrs. Saliari." The man with the whisky spoke as he shifted in his seat. Saliari nodded as he got his name.
"Find him and get me their names" Saliari spoke as he let out a sigh at the end, Tommy and Paulie nodded as they got up and exited the room.
"Now, onto other business..."
POV: Dylan
You ever know what it's like to die? Some have the unfortunate or fortunate experience of it. As for me? Nah, didn't get to experience it, just woke up like this
{Status}
Name: Dylan @ @060&(4
Race: Human
Job: cab driver
Prestige: none
Class: Barbarian level: 8(27%)
Level: 3
Hp: 1,500/1,500
Mp: 250
STR: 20
END: 15
DEX: 7
INT: 5
WIS: 5
CHR: 7
LUK: 15
Skills (Gamer Mind) (Gamer Body) (Observe) (Charge) (firebolt) (Magic Infused Punch) (heal)…
Confusion wasn't the only thing I felt, scared and beaten as I woke up with a bloodied nose, that was three years ago. Now? I've become a cab driver… and an underground fighter as it's quick cash before the Great War.
Or rather the First World War... yup, it's currently 1910, and I need money quick.
The cab groaned as I stepped out into the cold damp night and picked my pocket for cigarettes, which is funny, I swore I would never smoke yet here I am smoking four to five cigarettes a day.
*CRASH*
I didn't even get to light it as a commotion to the left of me to see a crashed car, two people came out winded, bloodied, and wounded, both wore fedoras with black trench coats.
"Hey… cabie!" One of the men spoke as I tilted my head, before backing away and opening one of the back doors of the cab.
"Don't get blood on the seats" I spoke as I got in the cab again. The one who was silent winched in pain as he was practically dragged to the back of the cab.
"Which family?"
"What?" The man who first spoke snapped dangerously.
"You wear fedoras, trench coats, currently carry iron, bloodied and is sweating like a whore in church… if your not mafia, then you're in trouble with them." I spoke as I started the car and looked back.
"Saliari" the man looked ashamed as he nearly whispered the name.
"Keep pressure on his wound, if he bleeds on my seat, you're cleaning it with your tongue." I spoke as the cab lurched into action.
The lights on the buildings flew by as I looked back in the mirror and used (Observe) on them.
Tommy Angelo
Level: 37
Status: wounded
Hp: 1,968/3,700
Mp {Locked}
Paulie Lombardo
Level: 42
Status: injured
Hp: 3,682/4,200
Mp: {Locked}
Hmm… I guess the difference between injured and wounded is the severity of the wound. A sharp inhale of pain from Tommy interrupted my thoughts as I heard Paulie consult him.
I reached for the passenger glove box that housed bandages and several towels and threw them towards the back, some of it landed on Tommy but most hitting Paulie in the face.
"Ah! What the hell?!" Paulie yelled as he was hit in the face with the medical supplies.
"Use the bandages to stop the bleeding and use the towels to keep up pressure" I spoke as I turned on a red.
Who knew breaking the law would be so cool?
"I don't know how to do any of this?!" Pauline yelled out as he took a towel and pressed down on the hole in Tommy's stomach.
"Then figure it out" I spoke as I sped up, after all… it… was a quiet night.
"Ahhh… shit" Paulie cursed as he undid the bandages to put them on Tommy. After that I zoned out a… little bit.
*Pang!*
Can't have shit in this god forsaken city. I swear… looking out of the side mirror I saw a vehicle with a man hanging out of a window with a gun pointing at my cab.
"Damn it cabbie, step on it!!" Paulie yelled out as he pulled out a pistol and rolled down the window and began shooting back.
Maybe it's the new power or maybe it's just (Gamer Mind) but I feel no danger, but that's just me. I slightly jumped when a bullets smashed through the back window and went straight through my rear view mirror and cracked my windshield.
"Better aim than I thought" my eyebrows shot up as I glanced back to notice them catching up.
"Hold on"
"Wha-?" Paulie spoke but shot forward as I slammed on the brakes "argh?!?" Paulie groaned in pain as he peeled himself off of the back of my seat as a smirk made its way to my face.
The vehicle shot past us as I let up on the brake, "What are you doing?" I yelled at Paulie as he went back to shooting the vehicle.
"Who taught you to drive Cabbie?"
"First off, names Dylan, and second, I'll have you know that I learned by my self"
"That explains the shitty driving"
"I could just… pull over and let them shoot you" I spoke as I weaved a back bumper as strangely we were chasing them now.
"Then they'd shoot you too!" Paulie yelled as he shot at the car "now shut up and keep 'er steady!" I smiled and shook my head, as I thought about how stupid this entire thing was.
I shifted the car to the right onto the oncoming lane as the vehicle we were after, flipped over needing me to doge the car that was now on to its top.
"Whoooo!!!!" Paulie cheered as he saw the car flipped over and climbed back into the car. "Now that's what I'm talking about, Cabbie!" He said this as he patted me on the shoulder.
"Keep pressure on that wound unless you want your friend to die." I spoke as I turned left.
"Oh fuck Tommy!!" Paulie nearly dived onto his friends injury. I nearly laughed at him but it felt like it would be in bad taste.
"Shit" Tommy moaned out as he frowned.
"How much clo-"
"We're here" I spoke as I stopped in front of a restaurant/bar that had the logo Saliari on the windows as I opened the door to my cab; and opened the door where Tommy was at to see blood on my seat.
"God damnit. I spoke as Paulie nearly pushed me out of the way to get to his friend.
"Shit, Tommy, buddy hang on!" Paulie lifted Tommy up to well… drag him inside the restaurant "stay here Cabbie I'll be back!" Paulie said as he nearly broke the glass door when walking in.
"Not going anywhere… especially with the mess you've made" I muttered as I lit up a cigarette and mulled over my now ruined cab.
Completely broken back window that was riddled with bullet holes, missing back bumper, two flat back tires, only one mirror, a giant ass crack on the windshield, more countless scrapes and bullet holes, not to mention the smoking engine.
POV Inside The Bar
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" Paulie yelled out as he left Tommy with Sarah to patch him up.
"Calm down Paulie and explain!" The Don spoke as he came in with a distraught expression.
"They knew!! They fucking knew we we're coming!" Paulie exclaimed.
"Calm down Paulie!" Sam interrupted as he walked in.
Paulie stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again "we… we ran up to them, but it was a trap, they were planning to execute us but Tommy had other ideas, it was like a mini war; we managed to get to the car but crashed as you can clearly see" Paulie gestured at Dylan and his cab.
"We… I've found someone to help us" Paulie spoke as he pointed to the man outside of an extremely damaged cab, he wore black dress shoes with black dress pants, with a white dress shirt and a cheap black suit, and wore a white scarf with. He's a tall man clearly over six feet with ginger hair with a little stubble
"Shit… I know this man" Sam spoke as he pulled out a cigarette.
The Don looked towards Sam "he won me fifty dollars with his win in a fight yesterday."
The Don hummed as he stroked his chin and nodded his head. "How's the man's driving?"
"Better than Tommy's" Paulie grinned "he showed no pressure, hell! He even cracked some jokes!" Paulie spoke as he shot back a glass of whiskey.
"Bring him in" The Don gestured towards Sam as he sat down next to Paulie.
POV: Dylan
I massaged my head as I got my insurance and registration from my vehicle as I shook my head. Grabbing the cigarette in my mouth I exhaled as a new person exited the restaurant.
(Observe)
Sam Trapani
Status: Fine
Level: 53
Hp: 5,300/5,300
Mp: {Locked}
"Can I help you?" I spoke as I put out a cigarette.
"The Don wishes to speak to you" Sam spoke as brought out a cigarette and lit it. As he walked back into the restaurant with, to be honest a little baited breath I followed him. Walking in the very faint smell of alcohol and tobacco assaulted my nose.
"Over 'ere cabbie!" Paulie spoke as he waved down Dylan.
Smirking he saw an older man next to Paulie smoking a cigar.
(Observe)
Ennio Salieri
Title: The Don
Status: Fine
Level: 89
Hp: 8,900/8,900
Mp: {Locked}
"Hello son, take a seat" Ennio spoke as he gestured towards the seats across from them. Raising an eyebrow but not think much from it I sit down while making room for Sam to sit beside me.
"So, you've saved my boy's, I'd like to thank you for that, but first tell me" The Don leaned forward slightly. "Do you work for a family?"
"No... just trying to meet ends meet; well, not exactly that, I am looking to be rich, just my own way" Dylan spoke as he folded his arms in front of him.
"Look kid" The Don spoke as he stared at Dylan "I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, you got skills, and from what Sam told me not only you can drive, but you can hit as well."
Dylan narrowed his eyes as he listened on. "We could use your skills kid, what do you say, you make money, fight some people, and you get to drive around"
The Don held out his hand for Dylan to shake.
"Alright, but don't expect me to stay for long, I don't like trouble" Dylan said this as he shook The Don's hand.
The Don smiled "hey," he gestured at Sam "get rid of that cab, he won't need that anymore."
"So you got any food?" Dylan spoke as they all stood up "I'm starving"
"Luigi!" The Don spoke to the elderly man behind the counter who looked up "cook up this man a meal, and some whiskey!" Luigi smiled as he gave a thumbs up towards the Don.
"Kid" The Don placed his hand on my shoulder as he smoked his cigar, "your gonna do great things here kid"
[System Notice!]
Hmm?
(Due to moving up in the world - even though it's through less than legal means - you've been rewarded!)
(10,000 EXP Gained)
(Gained a map of the world)
(Tommy gun)
(Basic martial artist book: MMA)
(Gamer shop: Crime section has been unlocked!)
(You've leveled up 8 times!)
Now this is good! This was technically my first quest? Yeah quest, that I've gotten and completed, the MMA book is going to help a shit ton as I want to fully break into the underground fights.
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You got this!