Welcome all, I decided to write something new and here we have Bobby. Don't be fooled by the title, or the first lines. It is not a biography, it is not romance, it is... you will see
There is foul language, some violence, enjoy.
P.S. The "Pig" is in other words an M-60
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My name is Bobby
My name is Bobby. I do not have to say anything more. Most people named Bobby work in garages, as mechanics, or offices as managers. Most people have a house, family and fight with stress. Most people have debts in banks, pay using credit cards and make sure their kids get everything they want. And me? I am none of these. I don?t have a house, I live in an apartment, I don?t want a family, so I don?t have one and I don?t fight stress. I don?t have any debts, I don?t use credit cards, and since I don?t have kids I don?t buy any presents. I don?t work in a garage and I don?t work in an office. My name is Bobby and I am a gangster. Not the movie one though, I don?t walk around with guns hidden under a raincoat. I keep them in my car. Don?t be a smart-ass, don?t think you are the boss and don?t make the boss angry and you will live. Otherwise... you will be found in the river. No this is not a threat, it?s a tip on how to stay alive. Now, that you know your current position let?s start the show.
Bobby walked down the street, as always wearing his black suit. The boss wanted his men to look good, so nobody argued. Under it he had a purple shirt, not too expensive and not too cheap. Boots, polished and clean. He was sure it would be a good day. He knew it, his bones and his Colt gave him good signs. Well not the first time he was right... but only for the next 15 minutes. He looked at his watch, he would be too early again. Slowly the he reached his destination, Salvatore's. One of the many italian restaurants in this area, it looked like any building. There was a waiter, a barman and guard. Well if somebody ever looked behind the counter there would be a shotgun loaded and waiting to be used. The waiter had a pistol. The guard... nobody knows where did he keep the "Pig" but everybody knew he had one, nobody ever asked him. Bobby opened the door and went inside nodding to the guard. The guard nodded back and looked at the empty street outside. It was still early and not many people walked there. Bobby passed all the tables and went into the kitchen. There he went even further into a corridor. He turned into one of the rooms. The strong smell of cigars surrounded him. Everyone inside it greeted Bobby. Most of the men were sitting but some in order to get some fresh air stood closer to the windows. Bobby walked to the box with cigars and took one. He took out his lighter and enjoyed for a small moment how the flames reacted with the cigar, a moment later he was already puffing out clouds of gray smoke.
"Did you hear that the Easters have called off the peace?" somebody said slightly too loudly.
"More bodies on the streets." said somebody else.
"With some luck the boss will not be so kind to them this time." everyone agreed. Suddenly somebody entered the room. Everybody fell silent. It was the Boss, in his usual suit imported from Italy. One of the men immediately stood up and offered his seat. The Boss nodded and sat down.
"Hello boys." he spoke slowly. "I know you are competent and you know what is happening around you, but I will enlighten you once again. We are at war." nobody spoke. "I myself think that it's all bullshit and that those kids can't do anything more than threat me, but that's not what my co-workers think." he swallowed and looked around the room. "Is this everyone?"
"Yes." answered everyone and nodded at the same time.
"Very good. You will go out on the street, drive around and any Easter you see must get a nice present from your boss. I want their brains all over the fucking walls, at 3 PM you all will go to their base and turn it into a ruin, if I see even one Easter walking on my streets tomorrow you are all dead. We understand?" everyone nodded silently. "Good, I like you all, you don't think and listen to my orders... if my kids could do that. Now go, and don't come back until I hear on the afternoon news that the street is flooding in blood." Everybody walked toward the boxes which lay silently in the room and opened them. Inside there were machine guns, rifles, shotguns, pistols, explosives, grenades, anything that you need to inflict something more than just a wound. Everyone grabbed something and left the room. After a while whole groups were driving in cars and when the first report on shooting reached the police nobody believed that four men could attack a group of by passeres using grenades... they thought people don't have access to grenades...
Bobby slowly reloaded his shotgun. He did not enjoy this. No, not the killing, the fact that he has to use such a heavy weapon. The Easters were shocked that in the middle of the street they are being assaulted so heavily. Since there was no cover they were left with the shock still on their faces. He looked at his watch, 25 minutes till the final show down. "Blade" walked up to Bobby.
"We going now?" he asked.
"Yes, I don't want to be late for the fire works." joked Bobby and went to his car. Suddenly his mobile rang. He retrieved it from his pocket and looked at the screen.
"Yes?"
"The police are on the streets, we must do this attack now. Drive as fast as possible and enjoy the fun." Bobby put away his phone and turned to the other men. "We are moving out. Where is "Fatty"?"
"He went to buy some doughnuts." answered "Blade".
"What, is he nuts? Where will he get doughnuts when half the population has hidden in the basements?" Bobby looked back to see "Fatty" running with a few boxes of doughnuts and cakes. "Where did you get those?"
"I stole them." answered "Fatty" and went inside the car. Bobby sighed and sat in the driver's seat. The car drove away leaving three bloody corpses on the sidewalk. Before the police arrived the bodies would be already looted by the local thieves, if it arrived, it has enough reports on dead bodies already.
Bobby stopped the car and jumped out taking cover behind a newspaper dispenser. The fighting started and bullets where whizzing just above his head. Holding his shotgun he slowly looked at the casino which was their target. Between the corpses of Easters and Bosse's men lay civilians who were unlucky enough to be too close to the casino. Bobby looked to the right and saw "Shark" and "Vest" firing blindly forward. The Easters were hidden behind the curtains in the windows, this would be a tough fight. Suddenly a black van rode down the street toward Bobby. It screeched and turned left, somebody inside opened the door and before anyone could react a lonely missile flew at the casino turning it's entrance into rubble. Men jumped out of it and Bobby was happy to see that it was "Explosive" with his guys.
"About time you showed up." Bobby shouted.
"Heavy traffic." shouted back "Explosive". Everyone left their cover and charged forward. It seemed the Easters were so stunned by that missile that they did not fire back. Hell raged inside the casino. Bobby with his shotgun continued firing having small breaks only to reload his weapon. After 10 minutes all fell silent. Bobby looked around the Casino and found that the majority of bodies on the red carpet were Easters, only a few were the Bosse's men. "Explosive" went inside the casino with a big box.
"What is that?"
"The Boss wants the Easters to get a big boom." he chuckled and put the box in the main hall. He opened it and started playing with the wires and explosives.
"I will be going then, have fun." said Bobby and he left the main hall. He reached his car and watched for any bullet holes. He found three, a miracle. He thought the car would be Swiss Cheese. "Blade" and "Fatty" walked up to him and after a while "Scar" also joined them.
"Lets celebrate, we did a good job." said "Blade" when he entered the car.
"Where to?" asked Bobby sitting himself behind the wheel.
"Our place."
"Oh, you want us to get poisoned again?"
"Yeah, lets go to Charlie's" said "Fatty".
"No way, they don't have food there." protested "Scar".
"For me it's food."
"For you everything is food." joked Bobby. The car drove off, leaving the Casino to "Explosive" who already enjoyed his toy which he would have the chance to test, finally.
. I mean if this is supposed to be realisitic, "gangsters" don't go around shooting people, there are no big "battles", noone uses grenades and large fire-arms are rarely used. Its all secretive usually, done at night, and alot more style. People don't just hand out weapons at an italian club, and theare no "bases". Come on dude, don't just base this on somekind action movie. If your serious about this, do some research first, or atleast think logically... the police would of had these guys caught in less than 30 minutes, especially in broad day-light, along with that there were plenty of guys...
