"WHERE IS GAMBETTI!?" I holler in the Gangsters face. He smells of cigarette smoke and hot dogs. Disgusting.

"WHERE IS GAMBETTI!?" I repeat, sending a stream of spit into the Gangsters face.

No answer

"WHERE IS GAMBETTI!?" I'm growing impatient

The man just stares at me

"YOU HAVE UNTIL THE COUNT OF 3"

"1.......2......."

"Okay....Okay.... I'll talk" Says the gangster, shivering with fear 

"Empire city docks, Midnight" Says the gangster, sobbing "That's when his latest shipment of drugs are coming in"

"Pleasure doing businesses with you" I say just before I thrust my Katana into his chest 

The Gangster looked no older than 17

Such a waste of a life