A vinyl record slowly spiralled around the needle of an old gramophone player standing in a dusty guest room. That the record had ended for a while now seemed to have gone unnoticed by the last three brothers of the Lamiolo crime family. Almost expressionless they gazed at the wall as they drank their 14 year old single malt whiskeys. Realising that there was nothing more to do had made the godfather decide to bring out the finer liquor and cigars to enjoy themselves a little longer. After a while Arnor stood up and without having to say anything the other two knew what was going to happen...
* A few hours later... on Brondane square. *
The town had gathered on the square a few hours ago and they were patiently waiting for the moderator to come and read the verdict. But the moderator did not come and slight panic started to control the crowd. What were they supposed to do? Count the votes and lynch themselves? Anger and confusion took the upper hand and everyone started to shout at each other until some started to realise that the two people they had been voting for that whole day were not even here. "Amok is gone too!" someone yelled. "quickly! let's go to the jail, he must be there!" somebody else shouted. And so it happened that the remaining citizens of Brondane rushed off to the local jail house.
* Meanwhile in Brondane jail... *
Tymo peered through the window of the jail house holding his shotgun ready. "Are we done yet" he snapped agitatedly. "Almost done" the other mobster said as he tied down Amok's hands together.
"SHIT! They are here" Tymo shouted as he raised his shotgun and fired a warning shot at the crowd.
Immediately the two GIA operatives Arocalex and a10 grabbed their guns and positioned themselves towards the jail house. The remaining IBI agent better known as Evilsheep_naked grabbed his revolver and joined the two operatives.
"You have no chance of getting out of here, turn yourself in!" Evilsheep yelled.
"We have Amok! In exchange for his life you let us go and we will leave this town forever!!" Tymo yelled back.
The town was shocked as their dear friend and jail keeper was being threatened. The citizens knew they owed amok for his great services towards Brondane and therefore they agreed to the terms of the exchange. 'Amok for their freedom'.
A few minutes later the door of the jail house opened and the three mobsters stepped outside. Arnor the godfather and Tymo had their guns aimed at the agents whilst Destroyyoutoo was holding a knife to Amok's throat.
"Okay, this is how it is going to.." But before Tymo could yell out their terms, a bullet gushed through his neck killing him instantly. Evilsheep, the one who had fired the shot started to fire at the other two mobsters and the two GIA operatives joined in.
Destroyyoutoo responded quickly and without hesitation he slit Amok's throat, after which he grabbed his gun and started firing back. Bullets flew through the air as both mobsters and all 3 agents engaged in the almost theatrical fire fight. But the mobsters were outnumbered, out skilled and it was not long until they were out of ammo too.
*click click*
*click click click*
Both mobsters looked at each other as their guns were now completely empty.
The town started to yell: "KILL THEM, KILL THEM, KILL THEM!!!"
The three agents, eager to comply to the wishes of the town raised their guns, aimed at Destroyyoutoo and fired.
*BANG BANG BANG*
The town started to cheer as only one mobster was left and he was standing there right in front of them. And not just a mobster.. the godfather! the Capo di tutti capi.. Don Lamiolo! The crowd once again started to shout: "KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!!!"
The three agents raised their guns again and this time aimed at Arnor. But before they could fire Arnor quickly raised his gun and fired himself.
*CLICK CLICK CLICK BANG*
One final bullet, the last round in the chamber of his revolver spat out of his gun and sped towards the agents. A perfect head shot was the result and it was a10 who lifelessly dropped to the floor. Arocalex and Evilsheep raised their guns and in fury they unloaded their weapons piercing Arnor in every body part imaginable. The town fell completely silent as Arnor dropped to his knees, blood gushing out off all the bullet holes in his body.
A soft thud was heard as Arnor's head hit the ground and the town realised that it was finally over... no more mobsters, no more murders no more pain in Brondane!
Torqez, KT, Sunstorm, Iluvatar, Gratitude, Glue, Tough, Undeath and ARF rejoiced by the means of a large group hug.
The moderator approached the sign at the the town's main roadway. Cleaning up the chalk, he rewrote the numbers with a sad smile. "Brandone, 11"
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GAME OVER!
Thank you for playing and our apologies for the delay in the end.
Elrohir
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