"Are you going to kill
me," inquired Joshua Shultz.
"Well, that's a question you
may not want me to answer at this very moment," replied Joseph Spinelli.
"I see. Well if that’s the
case, can I have a smoke," responded Shultz.
"Sure, why not," said Spinelli.
"Here let me light that for you. There you go. Now the way I see things
you have very little time left in this world. I'll admit I don't feel
particularly good about that. You and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Did
you know that?"
"Your the Doc's kid,"
replied Shultz. "Grew up on Theiriot. I lived about three blocks down on
Wood. Donnie Dallas, Leroy Jenkins, and I whooped you and a couple of other
guys in a game of Stick back in the day."
"As I recall it was us that
did the whopping," Spinelli retorted.
"You and I remember
different," said Shultz.
"You got that right,"
exclaimed Shultz. "Ha, you know it's funny. I didn't think you would
remember me! I mean I remember you took off from the old neighborhood when we
was just kids."
"Got into a bit of
trouble," explained Shultz. "Ran for a while. Ended up in the
military. Spent some time in Black Ops. Turns out I had a knack for
Capture and Infiltrate missions.”
Spinelli
responded, “Wow, sounds like you did pretty good for yourself! Though I don’t
know if being Uncle Sam’s errand boy is really my cup of tea. I prefer a career
with a little more flexibility. I’ve been working my way up in this business
since I was a kid back in the old neighborhood. Now I’ve got power, money, and
girls. I’m the boss. This is my town. Here, I’m Uncle Sam.”
“What about
the other Families,” asked Shultz. “Don’t you have to answer to them? Isn’t
that the way it goes? You control the Bronx. They control the other boroughs.
What happens if you get greedy and step on their toes? What happens when you’re
not the boss they want in this town?”
“What is
this,” responded Spinelli. “You think you know somethin? Let me tell you solder
boy, you don’t know spit! I don’t answer to the Families. This is my turf and
I’ll do what I please. If my business takes a little detour than so be it.
There’s more than enough to go round. And if they got a problem with that than
they can bring it to the table. I’m not an unreasonable man.”
“Is that
so,” asked Shultz. “I hear Tony Morelli might have a different opinion on the
matter. Or had might be the proper
term.”
“You rat bastard,”
exclaimed Spinelli. “How the hell did you know about that? You know what it
don’t matter. It was a fun reunion solder boy but I think its time for us to
part ways.”
“Your guns
not loaded,” said Shultz. “And your boys on the other side of that door have
been dead since before I walked in here.”
“So, what
did the Families send you,” asked Spinelli. “You come here to-“
“Yes, I
did,” replied Shultz.
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