[center][h1][color=8dc73f]The Boss[/color][/h1][/center]
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[u][i]In a parking garage somewhere in the docks.[/i][/u]

[color=red]"You got the shit?"[/color] The man was slim, with sunglasses, and cropped hair, he was holding a briefcase and frowning, his voice was gravelly and harsh, with a thick Italian accent. Lance smiled, this was the guy. The other man was older, with black hair, streaks of grey going along it.

[color=fff200]"Course I got the shit, you think I'm retarded?"[/color] The older man said, through gritted teeth. The younger man simply walked forwards, putting his finger firmly in the other man's chest. [color=ed1c24]"Look, the only reason I'm dealing with you Vitanza fucks is because the don needs money to buy guns, and those guns are to kill [b]YOU.[/b] So give me the material and go fuck yourself."[/color] He held out a hand, signaling for the older man to put the briefcase in his hand. The older man smirked and forcefully put the case in the other man's hand. He crossed his arms. [color=fff200]"Check it, all there. Now your turn."[/color] He walked forwards until he was right in the younger man's face, still smirking.

The younger man opened the case with a face that looked like he was chewing on an imaginary cigar. The case was full of bags of coke, he picked up one of the bags, dropping the case gently, opening the bag as he stood back up. He took a sniff, as his eyes reopened his mouth opened into a wide smile, he chuckled for a second before closing the case and letting his arm fall loose. He walked up to the elder man, lifting up his hand with the other briefcase in it.

The elder man grabbed it slowly, before yanking it away, his arm swinging to the side haphazardly. He glared at the younger man before opening the case, full of money, he looked it over, checking all of the stacks. While he was doing this, the younger man smiled, opening his jacket, grabbing a pistol from the inside. He pulled it back, making a noise. The older man's eyes widened and he dropped the case, reaching into his jacket with legs spread.

A gunshot rang out.

The elder man's head tipped back, before returning into it's original position, a bullet hole had torn through his forehead, blood ran down his face, before his eyes rolled back and he slapped into the ground. The younger man walked over slowly, his arms swinging, smirking. He stared at the corpse, as blood began to stain the ground. Lifting the gun, biting his lip, he fired a few more rounds into the body, it bounced with each hit. The man's face turned more and more into one of anger as he shot. He lowered the smoking gun, walking over to the dropped briefcase.

Lance stood up slowly, holding a tommy gun, walking into the middle of the lot from his wing position, he shouted angrily.[color=8dc73f]"HEY! ASSHOLE!"[/color] The young man turned quickly, swinging his left arm out of the way, firing two shots into Lance's chest. Lance took two steps back, holding his chest with a shaky hand. He then smiled and laughed maniacally. He stood back up, feet together, and finished laughing with a Glasgow grin.

[color=8dc73f]"Oh... what a comedian, you must know of the unkillable Lance Vitanza?"[/color] The man's face turned from one of shock into one of fear. His hands shook, and he dropped his gun. He ran behind a car, hiding on all fours. Lance still smiled, walking slowly, following. He held the gun at his hip, and opened fire.

Bullets bounced off of the car, leaving holes all over the front. After a near full clip, the car exploded. Flaming debris went everywhere, standing still in the middle, was Lance. He lifted the barrel of his gun over his shoulder, still smiling. [color=8dc73f]"I'd consider that a declaration of war."[/color] Lance walked towards the exit, the dead body of his adversary still burning and twitching.