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[color=ec008c][h3][center]Lost Haven, Slums[/center][/h3][/color]

"Giovanni, run!" Though moral values were quite lacking in the more criminally inclined individuals of Lost Haven, it was safe to assume love for their families. Seeing how the old mobster headbutted his captor, Milo watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Tumbling down the stairs, the captor accidentally unleashed a bullet from the muzzle of his gun. The world must have stopped spinning for Giovanni when lead pierced his father's heart. Truly an accurate shot for such an accidental event. Moments passed before the woman instigating this riot recorded what had come to pass. The very man she had tried so hard to persuade now laid dead atop the stairs. Once the scene truly reached her eyes, an expression of rage replaced the smug grin once crossing her lips. All of her plans had been shattered, a bullet piercing through the deceit.

"Dad!" Though the word left Giovanni's lips in a desperate attempt to call out, it fell on deaf ears. His father was gone, perhaps an attempt to cut the leverage held against Giovanni to allow the boy an escape. 

"Kill them!" Out of options and with her plans ruined, it would seem like the only choice remaining on the table revolved around cleaning up her mess. Killing Giovanni would destroy what remained of his family and would thus allow for a new regime. Then again, it didn't need to have to be something quite as grand. Intrigue and backstabbing within the criminal world was a given, after all. In truth, Milo didn't feel for them but Giovanni was a teenager going onto adult stuck in the middle. It was never his choice to be born into this life, neither was it his desire to continue family traditions. Though, as several firearms were aimed at him and the smaller boy besides him, one could draw the obvious conclusion that any opened door to a future within the mob had been shut. Grabbing hold of Giovanni's hand, Milo pulled him away from the entrance mere moments before gunshots echoed through the great hall. A blade wouldn't do very well in this situation, leaving escape as the remaining option.

[color=ec008c]"We need to get into the car..."[/color] Remaining calm in the face of death, Milo knew that if he showed the slightest sign of losing his nerves in front of Giovanni, it would break the young man. He had just seen his father killed.

"Y-yeah...!" Trying to compose himself, Giovanni understood that the immediate threat lurking beyond the entrance would spare no effort in killing him. He was the last piece of the puzzle. Picking up their pace, Milo and Giovanni charged towards the car they had used and jumped inside with bullets flying wild behind them. Luckily, no bullet hit its mark but the holes in the car would eventually hinder the boys' escape. Turning the keys with panicked speed, Giovanni didn't bother looking behind him at the amassing number of mobsters attempting to mow him down with shots but rather stepped on the ignition to force the vehicle out of the garden. He could however not breathe easy just yet. The rear view mirror revealed quite a disheartening picture with several cars chasing the boys with a zealot's intent. "Where are we going!?"

[color=ec008c]"Just try to lose them..."[/color] Gripping hold of his blade, it was a measure of feeling safe rather than an effective weapon given the circumstances. As it was, Milo and Giovanni didn't have a destination but rather aimed to avoid eating lead. For someone so young and inexperienced, Giovanni displayed ample driving skills with adrenaline taking center stage in his actions. Would Milo's hearing have been focused on his comrade, he would have been able to hear the beating against Giovanni's ribs like a jackhammer. It was safe to assume the pain probably echoing through the teenager's chest. [color=ec008c]"Turn left here..."[/color]

Spinning the wheel around, Giovanni drove the car into an apartment neighborhood, making it more difficult for the mobsters to get a beat on them. Indeed, the chase had lasted for a notable while at this point with the mansion far behind both Giovanni and their chasers. Shooting their target from their cars made the action quite risky for the pursuers now that Milo and Giovanni had taken the chase to a more populated area. Accidentally hurting a gang member, or worse, a Triad member would start a war. It was nothing the Italian mafia wanted to deal with. 

While lady luck had been blessing their path so far, the boys would soon meet with an end to their streak. Reminded that life wasn't glamorous, Milo raised his hand in reaction to the impending impact, an attempt to cover his face. Swirling across the road, Giovanni seemed unable to steer the car any further with their pursuers closing in on them, every second counting down to an inevitable end. Connecting with a massive stone wall, the car's windows shattered furiously upon impact. A hero didn't always manage to save the victim, the world wasn't quite that colorful. 

Trying to regain his composure, Milo brought a bloodied hand to his forehead. [color=ec008c][i]"Shit..."[/i][/color] Though the various wounds tearing into the boy's skin were closing at a rapid pace, Giovanni wasn't quite as lucky. [color=ec008c][i]"No...! Damn it..."[/i][/color] Torn to shreds under the weight of the crash, Giovanni's last breath had long since left his lungs.

This mission was a grand failure. Milo had miserably mistaken in the attempt and now remained chased by cars he could hear in the distance. Kicking up the door barely hanging on by its hinges, Milo crawled out of the ruined car and scrambled through the massive amount of shattered glass. [color=ec008c][i]"They'll be coming for me. Gotta' hide..."[/i][/color]