Project Mendoza

Chapter 1 - The Family

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Song: your going down - sick puppies

Project Mendoza
Chapter 1- The family

(5 years earlier)
Artis sighed to herself. She had been trying to find the perfect way to tell her mother, that during the raid her her father had been shot trying to smuggle the cocaine past the guards.

"Momma?" Artis called out.

The petit brown haired woman was on the kitchen cooking.

"In here." She called back. She was cooking for what she thought would be 4 people.

Artis dusted herself off before walking into the kitchen. She was wearing her classic attiture which consisted of black combat boots with her black jeans and grey tank top.

"Artis your all bloody! Go get changed." Her mother demanded.

Artis was indeed bloody, not with her enemies blood though. It was Her fathers.

"Momma I have something to tell you first though." Artis tried grabbing her mothers arm.

"Artis you can tell me when we are having dinner, now send in your brother and father down."

Artis stared down at her hands. She had never been this nervous. Heck she didn't get nervous.

"Father won't be joining us momma."she whispered so lowly that is was a miracle her mother heard.

"Why ever not!" She demanded placing her hand on her hips.

"We got caught during the raid...."

The short brown haired woman knew exactly what her daughter was trying to tell her.

Artis stared at her mother with sympathy.

"He can't be." She covered her mouth with her hand and stared wide eyed at her daughter.

Artis only slowly nodded her head looking down at the ground.

"I-I need a minute." Artis's mother left the kitchen.

She didn't return. Artis heard a gunshot go off only minutes after her mother left the kitchen. She knew what her mother had done. She had killed herself.

-present time-

Argus sighed heavily at the computer, she was trying finish a report on the most current raid. She had travelled to Italy to pick up some weapons she ordered months before. Little did she know that her "little" trip ended up in a full scale fight between her and a fellow Mafia family. She had stupidly forgot she had enemies over in Italy.

Artis banged her hands on the old keyboard and left the room.

"You know, you wouldn't have to write that report if you had remembered the most simplest of things" there stood by the side of the office door Dario, Artis's older brother. He looked exactly like his mother. The same brown hair and green eyes. Artis on the other had looked like her father. Bright orange hair with brown eyes.

"Well if you're such an expert, why don't you run a 5 billion pound company." Artis knew she shouldn't have the role but her brother insisted he didn't want it as he said he had a family to look out for.

"Oh hush Artis! Why don't you go spend time with your nephew.

However cute her 2 year old nephew was Artis knew she had the decline. She had a meeting with a few members who had just recently returned from america.

" another time Dario." She patted him on the back and headed to conference room.

Once Artis entered the small room with a large round table in the corner, she sat at the only available seat left. There sat at the table, were 5 of the businesses best spy's.

Artis put all the papers she would need for the meeting on the desk Nd nodded her head letting them know she was ready.

"So what happened in America?" She asked getting straight to point. She always hated people stalling.

"We got into a fight with another Mafia group. " one of the five men said.

Artis sighed, this wasn't anything new. She always had fights with fellow mafia groups when abroad.

"And?"

"They are number one In America. It turns out our fellow allie has been taken over."

Artis rolled her eyes. This also wasn't anything new. It had felt like these past 5 years she had been in charge of the business, nothing surprised her anymore.

"This happens all the time. Why should I care?"

"Artis they have already attacked Italy and succeeded. They want to attack us next!"