I know you usually expect the mafia to be in the 1960's or something but no. Its the damn future and that's how it is now.

"Disclaimer:This story is not based on historical facts any name mentioned is totally coincidetial.Thanks Enjoy."

I was in a rolls Royce. Tinted windows sitting in the back. Enjoying the view and all. Oh and by the way, I A ain't part of the mafia not just yet."Hey hold up here Ben." The car stopped and I stepped out. The night was perfect and the hood was quiet. I tapped at the drivers window."Just drive away from here and I'll call,"I said.

"Be careful,sir," he said. And then drove away. I took out my brand new suppressed M16 and got ready. I then tapped my intercom and an interactive display appeared. I phoned up somebody named "De0."

He said a lot of none sense about me using wireless calls. I mean does he even know I'm richer than he is. I mean I bought all telecommunications companies around the workspace of the Mafia.

Yeah. Right get yo the mission. Mainly my part is to take down a group of our enemies. Didn't quite get the name. So they were supposed to be coming down an alley way on a van. How convenient!? I walked up to an alley way and dashed towards the north eastern direction. I looked at my wrist watch and located them. They were just off this road. I got the C4 ready for planting and waited. As soon as the car passed by, I mean and planted the C4 at the back of their vehicle and disappeared into the alley way. I phoned up someone and got the footage of me and the truck.

I walked down the alleyway and phoned up Ben. He arrived soon and I boarded the car.

I received a phonecall from the same person who briefed me on the mission. He sent a

code which I downloaded and placed it on my laptop. A semi transparent screen showed up on top of my laptop. It was a waypoint. "Get me there Ben." Ben drove fast bit carefully. Upon arrival, I alighted and followed instructions given to Me through an intercom.

On arrival, I came to a dark hallway. I used my torch and walked up to a door. It looked familiar. A door laced with gold and having a silver door knob. Familiar. Just like the one back in the mansion where dad wouldn't let me go in. I twisted the door knob and pushes the door open. In front of my eyes was a table. A feast table. I touched the table. Birch wood. Its edges having gold. I wonder how people haven't discovered this. They would have tried to steal it.

"That's because they are afraid of what the mafia can do," a voice said. Okay, creepy but nonetheless who was that. I looked around and saw a young man standing at the end of the hallway. "Hi. I am Dickson," he said. I walked up to him looking at the beautifully decorated hallway. The walls engraved with old writings. Pictures hanged on it. You know when I say that nobody has ever tried to rob them. What is Davinci's drawing of Monalisa doing here.

I walked down the hallway wondering what the police had been doing. According to the daily magazine, its been at least 5 years since the disappearance of the painting. Halting next to him, he said, "Time you meet the rest of the team but before that you must prove your loyalty." " You want me to kill my parents?"I asked. "No," he said. He put his hand in his pocket and said ," I want you to take out this snitch."

What dies he mean? She is a snitch? Right before I could think over that, police sirens filled the area. " Fuck, they are already here," he said throwing his device towards the wall. "You have to go since they haven't seen your face. I and the boys will try hard to hold them off. Just Hoping they don't bring in the damn GS4," he said as he disappeared into the dark hallway. Soon, I received a call from Ben. He said that the police had surrounded my car and it would be hard for me to get out. Just before the call ended, I heard a gunshot, a window shattering and finally silence. This better not be it. Ben better not be dead. I ran down the hallway away from the chaos into a hatch in the wall and back onto the road. I then continued walking up to a red apartment building. I climbed up the staircase and took out my binoculars upon arrival at the top. I scoped the area. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Ben, he's dead. He was like a father to me.

I swear I will kill that fucker who put a bullet in his head. That I promise you Ben. I climbed back down and halled a cab before anyone saw me in the open. After the long tiresome journey, I alighted and walked home. To the mansion. The boring mansion. Upon arrival, mom asked about Ben. I didn't really answer her and went to my room. I had to make so e calla. After a bit of investigation, I found out the man who had killed Ben. Too bad he was masked but he has a signature. The rivals. The LC. That's all I could get out of the Internet. My first objective, start my own gang but before that, find the snitch.

I went straight to bed awaiting the next day.

(Okay to be clear, I am going to remove daily preparations. Just imagine in your head what preparations are done. This includes eating and bathing. I just write , 'I got ready.' I n some instances, I will write about preparation but only describing what clothes I had worn.)