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Dusk settles over the community of Little Catlipocia, bringing with it a sense of unease. What if Fiver is innocent? or a detective? Such bloodthirsty conviction from so many has sealed the poor man's fate, what what will become of the community if the hated Barbelith Mafia escape justice?
The community has gathered in the centre of the street, their faces lit by the eerie glow of the streetlamps.
Fiver stands, blindfolded and bound, in front of the mob. For a time there is no sound, save for the wind in the rooftops. Don Catlipoca steps forward, then raises a hand.
Winston 'Legs' Diamond steps from the crowd. There is a click as he cocks the tommy gun for which he is so infamous. The air is tense as 'Legs' raises the gun to him shoulder and takes aim.
"Proceed," says Don Catlipoca simply.
Then the air explodes into a riot of light and smoke and fury as the weapon discharges its entire drum into the unfortunate body of Fiver.
When it is has finished, the body lies on the street, a tattered mess of holes. Don Catlipoca steps forward and lays a wreath on the body. "Così muoia tutti che oppongano la mafia Catlipocian," he whispers.
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"Yeah, it's here as well, boss. Look."
Don Catlipoca, with a cigar in hand and a smile on his lips, leans over to where Fats' is pointing. The paper is a page from an account book, discovered in Fiver's belongings; a page that directly links him to the receiving of large payments by the Barbelith Mafia.
"And again, boss," continues Fats. "Turd of June, seventh, this guy was being paid a lot of dough for his information."
"Excellent work, Fats, excellent work," replies Don Catlipoca. "Now, let's head back to the shop. I got me some invitations to send..."
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The card was delivered by one of the Don's men only a few minutes ago. 'Congratulations' is printed across one side is expensive type. Turning the card over, you read the message on the back:
"My loyal Catlipocians. My guys have now had the chance to investigate Fiver. We discovered several payments made to him for service rendered and information passed on. In short, my friends, he was both part and the last of the Barbelith Mafia.
It is therefore my wish and blessed duty to open up the speakeasies for an entire day at absolutely no charge in recognition of the hard work you have all put in. Drink up, guys and dolls. You've earned it. Yours, Don Catlipoca."
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That's it, people. Congratulations and thanks for taking part. For those who were curious, Jake Gnosis, Fiver, and Bizunth were our three mafia, Stoatie our doctor, Rupert Dalliance and Joy-Division our two detectives, Flyboy our bulletproof, and Feverfew our fink.
Now, as the Don commands, go and have a drink. You've earned it. |
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