The sound of the small waves hitting the docks filled the quiet New York night. Large cargo ships were finishing docking, and unloading. Once the workers and shipmates left for the nearest bar, a man wearing a sharp, clean charcoal suit with a black tie with an old matching fedora started walking through the empty cargo bay with four other men. He pulled out his pocket watch, looking at the time. They were right on schedule. His dark green eyes scanned the area. The night was quiet. He wasn't expecting anyone. He talked his way past the guards stationed at the gate. It came natural to Jones Lombardi. They were known to make people feel completely friendly and able to trust them.

As they reached one of the large cargo boxes, he nodded towards the other men. They started to open the box to reveal a large, round man with balding brown hair looking up at him, clearly scared. "Mister Andersen? Jones Lombardi. We're here to escort you." Jones said with a friendly smile, his white teeth shining. The round man nodded, looking around. "Are we... alone?" He asked. 

"Just you me, and my family." Jones said assuringly. Mr. Andersen was an important political figure in New York at the moment. And he has been on many of the Mafia's hit lists for a while. If this man lives, it will cripple the other's safety with the law, and strengthen the Lombardi's. Personally, Jones had no problems with any of the families, but better their necks than theirs. "I'm sorry we had to transport you like this, but safety is safety." he shrugged. As he walked out of the box, he gave one more sigh of relief, and nodded. "Lead the way, Mister Lombardi."

Jones nodded and smiled, and as they started walking, he and his men made a diamond formation around him, but nothing too suspicious. Right before they reached the gate, Jones stopped and looked at Mr. Andersen. "I told the guard i was looking for my drunk friend who stumbled in here..." And with that, Jones ripped one sleeve, took out a small glass of alcohol, and splashed it over him. He messed up his balding here, and untucked his shirt. He nodded, then gave a nod towards the gate.

"Hello, sir! I found him. Was sleeping next to a bunch of seagulls!" Jones said with a laugh. The guard replied with a laugh himself, and nodded. "You should take more care of him. Dont want him accidentally drowning." He said. "Oh we will be taking good care of him from now on, sir. Have a good night!" Jones said with ease. They walked a couple more blocks until they reached a small, worn out car. Jones walked towards the trunk, opened it, and looked at Mr. Andersen. "I'd hate to do this for you, but..." He trailed off, giving him an apologetic look. Mr. Andersen looked rather scared, but nodded quickly and climbed in. Once closing the trunk, Jones and the four men climbed in to the cabin of the car, and drove off.

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They dropped him off successfully. Mr. Andersen was safely stored in a safe house until his next political campaign. Some of his finest family members were covering him until then. He checked his pocket watch again. He cussed, realizing the time. Almost dinner. If it was one thing Italian families did, it was have dinner together, as a family. He sped up, driving into Harlem where the Lombardi's took residence. It had the most clubs, and people most loyal to the Lombardi's. He parked the car in front of a small little house. He climbed up the stairs, knocked on the door, taking off his hat to reveal a neatly groomed head of dark brown hair. He hoped he wasn't late.