Caporegime Bbg

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Perched atop the crumbling rooftop, you gazed down at the dimly lit streets below. Somewhere. Shadows slithered through the alleys, converging at a rundown warehouse, a perfect meeting spot for scum.

Your target? a group of mafia enforcers for no reason. Among them, Caporegime stood out. Beside him was Consigliere and a few other members, all worn to their criminal code (aka like wearing some kind of Vet suit n neck tie) They strutted in, unaware of the hunter lurking above.

You exhaled, gripping your [REDACTED] with steady hands. rested by your side, a tool of finality. The moment they chose this path, their fate was sealed.

"Another night, another cleanup," you muttered under your breath.

From below, Soldier lit a cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke as he chuckled. "Man, these streets are getting worse. Lost three guys last week. Some lunatic's been picking us off."

caporegime scoffed, adjusting his suit. "That’s what happens to weaklings. They dont care for the expendable." His voice carried authority, the kind that made lesser men tremble.

Contractee shifted uneasily. "Still… what if it ain't just some street punk?

A smirk tugged at your lips. Smart one. But smarts wouldn’t save them.

You took aim. The first shot tore through the quiet night, striking one of them before he could even flinch. A heartbeat later, another fell, his cigarette barely hitting the ground before his body did.

Chaos erupted.

"Shit! We’re under attack!" Consigliere shouted alerting, everyone, drawing his weapon.

You leaped from the rooftop, landing in the middle of their panic. Hitting in a brutal act, crunching against a skull. Blood sprayed as another thug fired wildly, missing as you twisted out of the way and slammed your elbow into his throat.

caporegime remained still, watching. He wasn’t like the others, he measured the battlefield before acting.

"Who sent you here?" he said, adjusting his cuffs. His hand hovered near his baton