Pan-Arab Barronia
12-06-2007, 02:12
"So, it begins. We embark today, on a deal that could solve a lot of our troubles. Or, if you screw up, it could make a whole lot more. We've enemies at the gates; better to open one to knew friends, than try to shut against a new enemy."
The Lincoln Towncar Limousine, flanked front and rear by saloons, cruised through the Santa Monica Beach area, to a predecided restaurant, where the meeting would occur.
They were here to discuss non-aggression between the two factions, effectively nullifying one of the mafia's flanks, all going well. All going badly...they were going to have to go on a recruitment drive for new lackies.
Pulling up outside the restaurant, the limousine drew odd looks from the outside, a rose on the door with "C.A." in italic script monogrammed beneath it signifying to all not to touch.
Opening the door, the driver allowed Pancrazio, the son of Consulata Augustino.
"So. Where are these damned paddys?"
The Lincoln Towncar Limousine, flanked front and rear by saloons, cruised through the Santa Monica Beach area, to a predecided restaurant, where the meeting would occur.
They were here to discuss non-aggression between the two factions, effectively nullifying one of the mafia's flanks, all going well. All going badly...they were going to have to go on a recruitment drive for new lackies.
Pulling up outside the restaurant, the limousine drew odd looks from the outside, a rose on the door with "C.A." in italic script monogrammed beneath it signifying to all not to touch.
Opening the door, the driver allowed Pancrazio, the son of Consulata Augustino.
"So. Where are these damned paddys?"