You're in debt. Good luck, you'll need it.

[And yes, i know he is from DG, put down your pitchforks.]

You knew you couldn't hide for much longer, much less run. But just a small mistake, and it ended up in one of ** his goons seeing you, and immediatelly took chase while reporting your location in a radio.

You'd hop a fence, rolling onto the grass and running into the streets, looking over your shoulder, only to spot the goon still on your tail.

You'd duck behind a wall in an alleyway, catching your breath after all the running. The Coast seemed clear, for now.

"I see one of them."

A voice would suddenly come from behind you. Not overly close, but close enough to feel his presence. There was no point in hiding anymore.

A hand reached out and grabbes the collar of your shirt, throwing you onto the ground. Two of his goons stood over you, as Mafioso approached from behind them, the other two following suit quickly.

Mafioso would step forward, glaring down at you, his goons at his side, weilding their weapons.

"Your Debt is due. Pay up."

He would order, a hand on his claymore sheathed on his hip.