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Hah, listen to yourself. If it wasn't for me, you woulda screwed up enough for the psycho to run you through.

Haha, twenty-one!

Hell yeah, come to papa!

Hold on, what the hell's that?

What's what? You better pay up—

We got a cheat!

(Quietly) The lookouts are playin' cards in broad daylight?

(Quietly) If I were their boss, I'd shove the whole deck down their throats.

(Quietly) Save it. Who do you even think you are now?

(Quietly) Besides, it's pretty convenient for us they ain't payin' attention.

*Sigh*... I lost big this time.

Haven't been paid jack for a while now. Wouldn't've been playin' otherwise.

What, you think I'm loaded? You were tryin' to steal from me!

Your turf is close to the markets. At least you can pick up some odd jobs and run errands around there. Me? I gotta stroll around the Infected camp. Place's like a graveyard. No work at all, even if I tried looking for some!

Odd jobs?!

Who's there?!

What? What was that?

I heard someone say something just now, and pretty damned close.

What did they say?

I think it was... 'odd jobs?'

Hahahaha... You're hearin' things. Or some punk's tryin' to spook you.

Maybe.

(Quietly) Are you outta your mind?!

(Quietly) No...

(Quietly) Back when we picked up these kids, when we made them Gambinos, Sicilians...

(Quietly) Did ever think they'd end up... errand boys?

(Quietly) Outta my mind? What was all those years of blood, sweat, and tears for? What are they in this for?

(Quietly) To live another day, you egomaniac!

(Quietly) This is all good news, with the shape we're in. And you're complaining?

(Quietly) Of course I'm complaining! How am I supposed—

Shit! They're packing heat?!

No, that's an Originium explosion. A couple blocks away, from the sound of it—Where are you going?!

You wanna stay here your whole life?

Slow down!

G-Gambino, you're running too—

Capone suddenly finds himself speechless, just as Gambino did when he reached the area a dozen or so seconds ago.

A man wearing a black hat and raincoat stands in front of them.

A number of local Lungmenite triads lies on the ground around him. Some of them are unconscious, while others are groaning as they hold their wounds, but they are all alive.

Would you like some mayonnaise teppanyaki macaroni?

Yeah... Supersize, for two.

Buon appetito.

Capone walks a few steps forward and takes a letter from the man in black.

The wax seal on the envelope seems familiar, but he doesn't immediately recognize what it represents.

Buongiorno, which family do you—

Boss—No, Mr... Gambino?

Tommaso?!

What are you doing here—No, who gave you this letter? Where's the guy you got this from?

I-I don't know! The letter's from me!

I know what kind of man you are, Tommaso. You can't fool me.

I know you don't have what it takes to put all these men on the ground by yourself. They'd beat you half-dead. The letter man's gotta be the one who did this.

You'll tell me where he went, if you know what's good for you.

I... I can't.

Looks like you got pretty forgetful since I been gone.

Then I guess I'll gotta squeeze it outta you! You'll beg for death.

No!

I won't tell you, no matter what! Not even if you kill me!

Alright, you asked for it—

Gambino!

Since when did you get all sentimental? If we find the letter man, we might just get a way out of this godforsaken town, back to...

Look at the envelope, the seal. Don't tell me you don't know what that is.

It's... from her? Why would she... Why's she thinkin' about Lungmen?

Crap, it's the L.G.D.! They're here lookin' into the blast!

Tommaso, come with us—

He's gone?!

Don't worry about him. We're in enough trouble!

Drop your weapons... surrounded...

This way.

That's a dead end!

Trust me! Hurry!

I-Is this a gang war?

No, looks more like a one-sided power move... See? They're all alive.

You're right. They're hurt pretty damned bad, though.

The perp can't be far! Let's move!

Which way?

We have patrols on both ends of the street. If they had even half a brain, they'd have gone down this alley.

Hah, I know this alley. It's a dead end.

(Quietly) This is your idea of a way out?

(Quietly) Didn't you hear 'em? They got men posted on both ends of the street. We're trapped!

Alright, come on out. You can't hide!

Seeing as you didn't kill any of them, we'll go easy on you.

Stop resisting. Come out already!

(Quietly) They're gonna find us!

(Quietly) Shut up. I'm thinking. I'm thinking...

We know you're hiding behind that wall. Drop your weapons and come on out!

(Quietly) Got anything yet?

(Quietly) I'm thinking. I'm—

I'll say it again. Drop your weapons, and we'll go easy—

In your dreams!

Freeze—

Stop! Stop right there!

Now, make a run for it!

What? He's got an accomplice. Is this a diversion? Quick! Call for backup—

He's got at least one accomplice. They have crossbows. Terrible aim!

Terrible what?!

If this wasn't Lungmen, I woulda blown your brains out!

*pant*... *pant*...

They probably won't catch us here.

All we ever do these days is run, hmph. And all because of a few punks?

It's just like you to say that, you egomaniac.

That arrogant air of yours gets more intense the harder we're screwed. It pisses me off more than it did when we were young.