The Raven's Anger

Chapter Four

Author's Note: A couple of points I'd like to point out. First of all, I'm placing the setting of this will be in a alternate 20th century if 9/11 had never occurred (Rest in Peace). The reason is that its a fanfiction. My story, my rules. Don't like it. Read another story. Corvo is able to do as much as he wants due to the fact that he and the police are somewhat cooperating. Any violent crimes made by any member of the Mafia will be dealt with by his men and the Lupos. What Corvo tries to promote is a free economy like Las Vegas. He encourages good business and charity to the poorer sectors of New York, trying to give people a fair chance in New York. The part with the factory is not that Corvo particularly care about the environment but about the ravens. If the ravens die out because of poisoning, Corvo loses his greatest weapon. With the ravens he can constantly know what happens in New York before any of his numerous spies can report. He can poison enemies in their sleep, he can find any hideout, he can see every secret, and know every backroom deal known. That is why he'll do everything to protect the environment around New York. Without the raven, his control over New York would be a fraction of what he possesses.
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"Alright Sheamus, they are coming out of the tunnel now. Easy now."

Sheamus smiled as he pulled back the safety of the Intervention, a large caliber sniper rifle. He peered through the scope and smiled as he saw the armored Escalade pull out of the tunnel.

"Your downfall will come Don Corleone. I shall piss on your feathered body."

Click

BOOM!

Boris heard a loud thud from the fuel tank. He grabbed the Greengrass family and shoved them out of the car. He jumped on top of them just before the fuel tank exploded. Shards and flaming pieces flew from the car. Boris rolled over and tried to assess the situation. He could hear gunfire from all sides and saw bodies from his bleary eyes. Two hands lifted him to his feet and yanked him to up.

"Boris we're being attacked by the Irish clans. They've got snipers in the buildings picking us off and their men surrounding us! We're outnumbered."

"Get the men out of here and into the nearby buildings. We've got to get the Greengrass family to safety."

The man nodded and ran off to relay the orders. Boris turned to the Greengrass family.

"Are any of you hurt?"

"No but Astoria's in shock."

Boris pulled out a flask of vodka he kept in his jacket. He pried open Astoria's mouth and trickled some vodka down her throat. Astoria coughed on the strong liquor. Boris nodded approvingly.

"She's fine. Hurry, you've got to get out here. Run to those buildings!"

Lady Greengrass nodded and picked up her daughters. Boris watched as the two ran out of the battle area. He climbed into the flaming wreckage of the car and yanked out a large crate. He quickly popped it open and pulled out an M32 grenade launcher. He shoved in six grenades and pointed it at the charging Irish mob.

"COME AND GET IT MOTHERFUCKERS!"

He fired the whole load into the crowd. The grenades exploded and sent metal shrapnel everywhere, shredding bodies. Boris saw one Irishman trying to get away and pulled out a large butcher's cleaver. The blade flew true and stabbed deeply in the man's back. Boris dropped the empty grenade launcher and pulled an AA-12. He loaded a full drum cartridge and began firing away at any Irishman he saw. He spotted the men nearby picking off the snipers. Satisfied that his men had it all under control, he headed to the building that the Greengrass family had ran to.

Boris kicked open the door and looked around frantically.

"Lady Greengrass! Daphne! Astoria!"

"We're over here!"