Michael.
“C’mon we got to ditch this car,” said Sal.
“That’s a good idea, but where? We’re in an abandoned subway line,” said Anthony.
“I know a way out. There’s an old intersecting tunnel that leads out to the wash. From there we can drive the car through the wash to the old salvage yard. There’s a car crusher we can use to get rid of the car.” Michael hit the ignition switch and the car began to sputter, then stalled. Again he turned the ignition switch but still nothing; only after pulling the choke lever did he get the engine running.
“Yes!” Jackie exclaimed happily.
The car sped quietly through tunnel as a thousand thoughts raced through Michael’s mind. “Isn’t it interesting how those two thugs knew that we were coming to steal the collection?” asked Michael.
“I’d like to know who planted that time bomb in the truck. Another second less and I would have been dead,” said Jackie.
“Franco Scarfo probably, that demented psycho would rather sacrifice a small collection to kill any one of this family, the sick fuck,” said Michael.
“After all this is done tonight, I suggest we lay low until pressure from the media dies down,” Anthony suggested.
“Don’t worry about it too much. I’ll tell Paulie what happened. He has most of the cops and city politicians in his pocket; they’ll put a spin on all this,” said Sal.
“That’s fine and all but you forget that the police commissioner, Hamilton, she’s an honest cop. She won’t put up with innocent cops being slain,” said Michael.
“Should we put a hit out on her?” asked Anthony.
“No, don’t be stupid Anthony. They’ll trace that back to us, it would be too obvious,” Jackie fired back.
“Like it our not, we’re stuck, we just have to go quiet, low profile for a while,” said Jackie.
“Fuck!” swore Sal, upset. The car made it to the end of the tunnel and turned towards the wash. They drove out of the subway tunnel and a half hour later at a quarter to ten, the car stopped at the abandoned salvage yard. The place looked like a massive graveyard. The sky was pitch black and the wind was blowing, the dust resembling skulls and dead faces in the night. The broken and smashed cars were piled on top of each other, and some almost resembled crosses, reminding Michael of all the evil done by men in the name of greed and the hunger for power.
“Let’s crush this thing and get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps,” said Anthony.
“Let’s,” said Michael as they got out of the car with the bags of money.
Jackie pulled the lever on the magnetic crane that hoisted the car up and slowly lowered it into the crusher. Michael looked on sadly as his favorite ride was taken from him.
“Cheer up Mike, it’s better the car than us,” said Sal, handing Michael a few grand as a consolation. Michael smiled at Sal in thanks.
Jackie called Paulie to send the private company helicopter he owned from the Turquoise Terrace Tower casino. Within 20 minutes the chopper touched down to pick up Michael and the crew. Jackie handed his cell phone just after he had finished speaking with Paulie on the other line, to Michael just as he was about to light a cigarette inside the cockpit. “Michael, the Don wants to see you and the others immediately,” Paulie said sternly over the phone.
“Right away,” said Michael calmly. The helicopter landed at Paulie’s private airstrip, where a car was waiting for the crew. As they climbed into the car, Michael put in a call to Serena, ”Yeah it’s me, I need a favor.”
“Sure, what is it?” she asked.
“Drop off the case of those things you acquired and bring them down to the phone booth on Rose Street. Wait there until I come for them. I’ll see you soon,” said Michael. Michael asked the driver to turn onto Rose Street and the driver did. Jackie gave Michael a strange look.
“Trust me,” Michael said as the car drove up to the phone booth on Rose
“C’mon we got to ditch this car,” said Sal.
“That’s a good idea, but where? We’re in an abandoned subway line,” said Anthony.
“I know a way out. There’s an old intersecting tunnel that leads out to the wash. From there we can drive the car through the wash to the old salvage yard. There’s a car crusher we can use to get rid of the car.” Michael hit the ignition switch and the car began to sputter, then stalled. Again he turned the ignition switch but still nothing; only after pulling the choke lever did he get the engine running.
“Yes!” Jackie exclaimed happily.
The car sped quietly through tunnel as a thousand thoughts raced through Michael’s mind. “Isn’t it interesting how those two thugs knew that we were coming to steal the collection?” asked Michael.
“I’d like to know who planted that time bomb in the truck. Another second less and I would have been dead,” said Jackie.
“Franco Scarfo probably, that demented psycho would rather sacrifice a small collection to kill any one of this family, the sick fuck,” said Michael.
“After all this is done tonight, I suggest we lay low until pressure from the media dies down,” Anthony suggested.
“Don’t worry about it too much. I’ll tell Paulie what happened. He has most of the cops and city politicians in his pocket; they’ll put a spin on all this,” said Sal.
“That’s fine and all but you forget that the police commissioner, Hamilton, she’s an honest cop. She won’t put up with innocent cops being slain,” said Michael.
“Should we put a hit out on her?” asked Anthony.
“No, don’t be stupid Anthony. They’ll trace that back to us, it would be too obvious,” Jackie fired back.
“Like it our not, we’re stuck, we just have to go quiet, low profile for a while,” said Jackie.
“Fuck!” swore Sal, upset. The car made it to the end of the tunnel and turned towards the wash. They drove out of the subway tunnel and a half hour later at a quarter to ten, the car stopped at the abandoned salvage yard. The place looked like a massive graveyard. The sky was pitch black and the wind was blowing, the dust resembling skulls and dead faces in the night. The broken and smashed cars were piled on top of each other, and some almost resembled crosses, reminding Michael of all the evil done by men in the name of greed and the hunger for power.
“Let’s crush this thing and get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps,” said Anthony.
“Let’s,” said Michael as they got out of the car with the bags of money.
Jackie pulled the lever on the magnetic crane that hoisted the car up and slowly lowered it into the crusher. Michael looked on sadly as his favorite ride was taken from him.
“Cheer up Mike, it’s better the car than us,” said Sal, handing Michael a few grand as a consolation. Michael smiled at Sal in thanks.
Jackie called Paulie to send the private company helicopter he owned from the Turquoise Terrace Tower casino. Within 20 minutes the chopper touched down to pick up Michael and the crew. Jackie handed his cell phone just after he had finished speaking with Paulie on the other line, to Michael just as he was about to light a cigarette inside the cockpit. “Michael, the Don wants to see you and the others immediately,” Paulie said sternly over the phone.
“Right away,” said Michael calmly. The helicopter landed at Paulie’s private airstrip, where a car was waiting for the crew. As they climbed into the car, Michael put in a call to Serena, ”Yeah it’s me, I need a favor.”
“Sure, what is it?” she asked.
“Drop off the case of those things you acquired and bring them down to the phone booth on Rose Street. Wait there until I come for them. I’ll see you soon,” said Michael. Michael asked the driver to turn onto Rose Street and the driver did. Jackie gave Michael a strange look.
“Trust me,” Michael said as the car drove up to the phone booth on Rose
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