Wrestling the Kraken

Tony

Tony

Uncle Tony went on a rampage. Dishes were being tossed, pans flung into the air. The cooks stood off to the side to avoid being clobbered. The thug stood silently off to the side, after having given his report. Other men who had been hauling away boxes due to Del La Rosa's heads up, paused what they were doing.

"You think this is how Vito would have wanted things to go?" He yelled. "You think that just because he got pinched, that it's okay to fail? He got pinched on purpose!" He bellowed, turning to toss more pans. "You all..." sauce flew, "are a bunch..." spatulas flew, "of incompentent..." mixing bowls flew, "idiots!" This last word he roared like a lion sending a challenger a clear message.

He glared at everyone in the room, nostrils flaring. Then in a less raging tone, he pointed to the mess, "Clean this up." The cooks all scrambled to place the kitchen back in order.

Tony went to his cousin's office where Vinny, Vito's son, was sitting. He closed the door behind him and sat down, rubbing his forehead. "We're going to need to find another driver."

"It took forever to find this one. This city don't got many of them." Vinny said, then he got quiet. "Are you going to tell him or should I?" He asked.

"I'll do it." Tony said, still rubbing his head. "That is, whenever they let us through. They got him locked down pretty good right now."

"He's taking a lot of risk protecting this girl. I know what he says, about needing her for the plan and all, but- "

"Did you not just hear what happened, kid?" Tony looked up. "We need someone like her to do a delicate job like that. Imagine us using one of these morons. They can't even babysit. It's got to be her. Besides, he's got other reasons for going in."

"You've seen her, right? Can she really do what my father thinks she can?"

"I hope so." Tony shook his head. "I hope so."