Snow fell into the streets of 1943 New York as Vito Scalletta embarked on the the journey to his car. He trudged slowly through the snow, his dark brown trench coat covered in white. He finally made it over and with a sigh opened up his door and started to drive in his new blue Chevy Impala a look of happiness on his face despite the the pileup of snow all around him.
The room smelled like designer perfume, and Vito already knew Joe had someone over to give him a little "pleasure". Vito called out for Joe only to see a naked woman clutching her breasts come around the corner a drunken smile on her face as she teetered towards Vito. She ran her finger up and down Vito's chest and beckoned him to the bedroom as he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Vito turned around to see Joe muffin-top and all in an incredibly tight white shirt. He looked like Jabba the Hutts little brother who got paint all over him. "Joe old pal!"Vito said, holding his hand out for him to shake. "I heard you had some business for me?" Joe answered "I do I just gotta finish some shit in the bedroom and then we'll head over to the junkyard all right pal? And don't go outside alone there are some negro gang bangers out there.Least till we get you a piece again." Vito nodded in approval and sat down on the couch trying to ignore the presence of numerous white stains on it.
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Vito and Joe clambered in his Ford quickly, determination in their faces. Joe revved the Ford viciously and took off into the night only to have to hit the brakes 5 seconds later. "What's happening Joe, hit it." Vito snapped.
Joe whipped his head to Vito "It's them negros I told you. Hand me my piece before those nigers try stealing from us the scum." Vito reaches infront of him and grabbed Joes piece. "Let's just shoot 'em down Joe, you gone soft?"
Vito rolled down the window and bellowed "Negros! Move or we shoot!" There was commotion as some of them scrambled and some of them grabbed their pieces. BANG BANG BANG. Vito fired into the crowd.....
"Move Private move! Keep your goddamn head down and move your asses! If you see anyone not in this fucking uniform shoot! You hear me fucking shoot!" That was when Vito saw the crowd scattering scrambling. But little kids were staying. Kids were fucking shooting. Vito closed his eyes and held down the trigger spraying at the crowd until the magazine was empty. And then again. And then again. Until there was nothing more to shoot at than buildings. And he still shot, tears running down his face.
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Secret Agent
Action"A secret agent? Here? Yeah, no." said Vito a look of rage on his face. "We can make your mother disappear Vito. You know the war ain't over. Uncle Sam could use someone like you." Vito his face now in disbelief responded, " One Job. Thats it." The...
