Made ...

Posted on Friday 29 July 2016 @ 06:09 by Lieutenant Commander David Tan
Edited on on Friday 29 July 2016 @ 06:15

Mission: Old, New Ship
Location: Holo-Suite 3
Timeline: New York, 1939
1145 words - 2.3 OF Standard Post Measure

He had been given only two options, one of which would see him at the bottom of the river wearing less than fashionable 'concrete boots' ....

"You deserve to be Capo Famiglia, and we are behind you, but to achieve that position you need to do this, otherwise ...." Giovanni said, handing him the revolver while running his finger across his throat, "You have worked for this, and now is the time."

"I know ... I know, I can." Angilo replied, taking the offered weapon, realising he was about to murder the man that had brought him through the ranks to his position today. The gun felt unusually heavy, ungainly, cumbersome, in his hands, but he knew all too well what a .45 Smith could do if used correctly.

Driving through the streets, they finally parked across from the restaurant on the corner of 3rd Avenue and 75th ...... Their, or rather 'his' intended target, his Mentor and Capo, was due to eat there with friends and information received said that he was sat at his usual table towards the back of the room. he had two friends, and his wife and Daughter with him at the table. Angilo took the .45 from his jacket and turned it over in his hands, knowing full well that if he didn't carry out the assassination, he would not live to see the dawn ... He began to remember how he had found himself in this position ::

One week earlier ::

Two years .... Two years he had been pushing, trying to get the attention of his Boss, all to no avail. It seemed that no matter what he did, no matter how he tried to get his face seen, he was almost invisible, someone who did the dirty work, someone who didn't rate among the people with authority, and 'his' bosses were getting impatient !

"You need to make them realise that you are one of them." his Chief said to him in the diner, "We've done all we can to ensure your target will survive. We will keep him under wraps until you can get in front of the Don. Once there, you will make sure it is his last meeting, is that understood Lieutenant ?"

"I understand, but you have to see it from my point of vie ......" Angilo began, but was interrupted.

The Chief slammed his fist against the walnut desk top, dislodging numerous awards. He glared at Bruno, almost wishing he could reach across the table and throttle the man for his doubts, but at the same time, he realised that should this go wrong, his prodigy could find himself on the wrong end of a death sentence. He needed to be careful, as did they all ... They were due to meet the Deputy Commissioner in five minutes, it was he who would make the final decision as to proceed or not. if it was a 'no' then five years of work would evaporate, and the Mafia would thrive beyond what the Law could cope with, eventually taking over the City, the State, and possibly, the United States !

Don Castalloni, the highest of all the Dons in the US, was protected, both by a veritable army of soldiers from within the Family, but by high-up's in Government, both in New York, and Washington. So the act they were about to commit was nothing short of a public assassination ... Castalloni, or rather his corpse, would be taken from the restaurant to the city morgue, where he would be cleaned up and made 'presentable' for the open casket he had insisted upon. but in reality, he would survive the assassination, and be dragged through the back of the building into a waiting limousine, from there he would go to the Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters and eventually given a new identity, supposedly to live out his life on some obscure Island, out of reach of those he had betrayed. It never happened that way of course, with the exception of one or two ....

Over two years ago, he had committed a crime and managed to get caught. Sent to San Quintin, he was placed in a cell with a known Mafia stooge, who stupidly, had managed to get himself arrested for petty theft.

Over the next few months, Angilo got to know his cell-mate and from there was finally introduced to one of the lower Lieutenants within the organisation. On his release, he was met by one such Lieutenant, and went from there ... he worked hard at the most menial of tasks assigned him, and one night, while assisting in collecting 'rents' from a bowling alley, the proprietor refused to comply with the payment agreement. He took a shotgun from under the counter and shot the representative in the chest, killing him instantly. Before he could reload however, Angilo jumped over the bar and almost beat the man to death with a bowling pin. while chastised for not killing the proprietor, he was nevertheless promoted to Caporegimes ... He was finally rising in the Mafia hierarchic.

It was a given within the Mafia Code, that everyone must be 'Made' .. So Angilo had to undergo the ritual as everyone else had.

Despite the fact that in his time as a New York Police Officer, he had had cause to fire upon, and kill perpetrators of crimes, and regardless of full pardon, written out and given to him, from no less than the President himself, he knew killing for killings sake was wrong. Yet here he was, facing a dilemma that could see him at the bottom of the East River in short order ....

He couldn't believe that his Superiors within the New York Police Department, or the 'FBI' had condoned his actions, yet here he was ..........

Present ::

finally stepping out of the car, he looked up and down the street, wondering where his supposedly concealed teams were situated. But his 'underlings' were watching him closely, so he moved across the road and entered the restaurant. Spotting his intended target immediately, he approached the table. he could see at least two FBI men, and women, dining, they were watching his every move as he closed the distance between himself and the table. Suddenly, one of the Dons men got up ... He had apparently been watching Bruno's approach and was concerned. He began walking toward Angilo, a puzzled look forming.

With no option but to act, Bruno took the Smith and Wesson from his jacket and aimed it at the Don. before his bodyguard could react, Angilo emptier the clip into his now 'former' employer !

He realised immediately something was amiss .....

"Computer. Freeze program."

He looked at the stationary figures, wondering what was amiss.

"Computer .. End Program and save under Tan-Alpha-Two-Two.

The holo-suite reverted to its grid formation and David exited ..........