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Caleraine, Lanorth

June 22nd, 1386

Four men were dining in a restaurant in Caleraine. The restaurant, called The Golden Palace, was a posh one. It served complicated and posh meals. Despite how complicated they were, they were executed spectacularly. The restaurant, however, only had six people inside of it today. Roland 'The Viper' Meddings and his brother, Bryson 'The Bull' Meddings. They were two prominent members of a crime family. Roland was the leader of the crime family and Bryson was the underboss. The other four were bodyguards.

Six men walked down the street. Dressed in black suits with white shirts and black dress ties, it was obvious who they were. The street leading up to the restaurant was unusually quiet and empty. That was because everyone knew who the Napolitano family were. And when they were around, no-one else was. Everyone was too afraid of them. They walked down the street in the middle of the road, carrying submachine guns with drum mags carrying 100 rounds. They had each had three drum mags on their persons.

They stopped in-front of the restaurant. They all spaced out, facing the restaurant. Then, they raised their submachine guns. They looked at each-other in complete silence before what seemed to be the leader of the four shouted "Lighten 'em up!" They, following these words, began spraying into the restaurant. The windows shattered as the people inside scrambled to cover. Bryson was struck four times in the back. His right lung was punctured.

The gunfire continued, as the six men stormed the restaurant. One of Roland's men attempted to stand up from his cover and fire. He was gunned down immediately, with eight shots hitting him, killing him instantly. "No!" Roland yelled over the gunfire, but no-one heard him. Roland stayed in cover, taking out his pistol. The six men stopped firing. When they did, two more men poked their heads up. They were then shot and killed. The other stood up and put his hands in the air. He was then gunned down.

"Roland Meddings. We are here for you." Said one of the six men. He had a thick, foreign accent. "Come out now and you may love. Refuse and you are dead."

"Okay, okay!" Roland stood up and walked out in-front of the men, hands in the air. One of the men approached him. They were less than a metre away. The man pressed the muzzle of his submachine gun against Roland's stomach. "Please, have mercy. I'll do anything! I'll give you money, lots of it!" The man then pulled the trigger, firing six bullets into his gut, sending him onto his back, mortally wounded. He walked over his body and fired another ten into his chest. He was now dead. Very dead.

"We're done. Lets get the hell out of here before the police show up." Said one of the man, looking at Roland's lifeless body. They left the restaurant. "This will start a war between our family and his." He then said as they were approaching their black van.

They unlocked it and clambered inside. "That was one helluva message, boys."

"That wasn't a message." The Leader chuckled. "It was a declaration of war. And we are going to win."

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