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11:34
A lone figure stood in an empty alley. It was as dark as the eyes of the devil, and as cold as the scorn of a woman. Snow lay in dirty piles near the buildings, and steam billowed out of filthy grates on the sidewalk. The only source of light was the pale glow of the full moon and the occasional passing car.

Where is he? He said he'd be here fifteen minutes ago.

11:35
The only sound that could be heard was the wailing of an ambulance, and the roar of late night traffic. The sky was a sickly grey. Red lights on smokestacks blinked in sequence. Hollowness pervaded.

The man was well dressed in a suit and hat. He carried a leather briefcase in one hand and a pocket watch in the other. Its gold form glinted under the unhealthy glow of a car's headlight.

11:36
The man became distinctly aware of the pervading grime. The walls of the buildings were wet, and the pavement shone like an oiled snake. The stink of the city was in the air, and the slimy cold found its way under the man's clothes.

This better not be a setup. God help me if this is a setup. Why would the boss set me up. I've been loyal. No, I'm just thinking too much, he isn't that late.

11:37
A cat crawled out from some trash and skittered across the alleyway. The man jumped and spun around. He calmed himself. Trying to pass the time, he wandered to the edge of the alleyway. Twin lines of rubies and diamonds twirled around serpentine city streets. He walked back to the grate to wait for the goomba who was going to purchase this shipment.

I wait ten minutes, he doesn't come, I leave.

11:46
He stared at his watch. It had been nine minutes, and he was ready to leave.  He gathered up his things and started to leave. He would pawn the shipment himself, and just keep the money, no one would know, the boss would never have to hear about it. Hell, he'd done it before, there'd be no trouble.


Empty footsteps in a dry staccato echoed from down the other end of the alleyway. A shadowy figure could be seen walking through the steam.

"Cipriani's that you?" asked the waiting man.

"Nope." said the figure.

"Then…then who is it," said the waiting man. He reached down and took his gun out of its holster, while trembling slightly. "Why isn't George here?"

He shakily pointed the thing towards the marching figure.

"He's being fitted for some concrete galoshes at this moment, I believe."

"What, wait.." The waiting man fired a shot into the steam, the footsteps didn't falter. The echo of the gunshot hung around like a sickness.

"Sorry, Jonathan, not today" With no warning, a return shot came from the steam and implanted itself in Jonathan's gut. The figure emerged from the steam like a freshly summoned devil.

Jonathan groaned and fell the cold street. He looked at the face of his assailant and writhed in an ever growing pool of blood. It was Santo, the boss' favorite enforcer. So they'd found out…

"The boss knows you've been skimming off the top, Jonnie-boy, and it breaks his heart. So he sent me to talk to you about it, but well… I…it just hurts me so much to do this to you Jonnie, but I hope you understand."

"No, wait, Santo, don't do this, we can work-"

His words were punctuated by the shot of a gun. Skull splintered, and brain oozed out in a wash of putrescence. Santo picked up the briefcase, and started off.

"Should have known, Jonnie-Boy, should have known…."

Welcome to Mafia Returns. Have a good time, but please be careful. Far too many young men end up just like Jonathan.

NOTE: This game is an original work. None of the code is from the original game.