I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Prologue

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Prologue
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December 27, 1920

Molly said it would be a good idea for me to start journaling during my assignment. I guess she was right considering a lot of it is just sitting and waiting. Especially now.
This will be the furthest from home I will likely ever be, but I know I need to do this before I can be brought into the Family.

Dad and Gio don't think I can do it. I've made clips before but I always had someone with me, even if it was only Molly. Never alone.
She was only allowed out that once though. That mission was a bit of a scatter and Dad wasn't too happy that his favorite child was put in so much unnecessary danger.

Time zones aren't going to be too drastic. New York is only an hour ahead of New Orleans, making it at least a little easier on me. It's going to be strange with the different scenery and temperature. Of course, I did my research before the ticket even touched my hand. I'm not as stupid as a lot of the others make me out to be.

This will prove I am worthy. I will be welcomed. I will be accepted. Don will be proud of me. Dad will be proud of me. This is going to be the best thing to happen to me.

The young man stopped writing for a moment, removing the lit cigarette from between his lips and flicked the ash into the ashtray beside him as he glanced out of the window to his right. The train had only been moving for around ten minutes, but it already felt like it had been an hour. This was going to be a long twenty hours.
This notebook was going to be filled by the halfway mark.

Putting the cigarette back between his lips, the young blonde began writing again.

It's only been ten minutes and I already miss home. I miss my sister. As much as I never thought I'd say it, I miss Gio and Dad. I know I'm not allowed to go home until the job is done. If I want to be welcomed into the Family, it has to be done by my hand. There is so much on the line. There is so much pressure I might just turn into a diamond.

I'll probably get to the place Dad got set up, go get some more gaspers and start navigating the city. Knowing me though, I'll end up falling asleep the moment I get to the place. So far, rattlers don't have very good places to rest.

Dad told me it shouldn't take me longer than a month to complete this hit, so I'll be back in my own bed soon.

Taking another pause, the young man took another drag of his cigarette, glancing around him. There was no one else in the car with him. It seemed to be a quiet day; something he wasn't complaining about. The conversation between him and his father leading to this moment seemed to replay over and over in his mind.

"Y' know this is gunna be a hard job to do. If y' want t' be let into the Family this bad, I guess I could say I'm almost proud, Anthony; but I can't help but hold my doubts."
A dark-haired man began, situated in his seat at a finely crafted mahogany desk, hands folded neatly on the surface and a cigar between his ringed index and middle finger.

Anthony remained silent, knowing not to cut his father off of his train of thought. The blonde kept his eyes on the seated man, paying no attention to the other dark-haired man that stood to his father's right, wearing the usual straight-faced expression. The smaller of the men watched his father for the signal that it was okay for him to speak.

"You'd be far from home, Tony. Y' ain't been t' New Orleans before. Unfamiliar territory for us Ragnatela's. Your ambition is admirable, but I can't let 'cha go."
With that, he put the cigar between his teeth, leaving it there.