Omerta
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    He fired two hot rounds into the man's chest.  The body fell to the 
pavement in a heap.  Jack shoved the .45 back into it's holster and dragged  
the bleeding body into the bushes.  "They won't find him till he starts to 
reek!"  Jack whispered under his breath.   He continued down 32nd Street
where he met up with Rob, his 'business partner.'  Jack nodded his head,
signaling the job was done.  They both walked to the next block where a
black caddy was parked, waiting for their return.  The door opened, and
the two entered.
    The headquarters were located deep in the woods east of the city.  When
the car reached their destination, the vehicle emptied out into the small
shack.  Time to do business.  Jack motioned Rob through the door, and
showed him to his seat.  The remainder of the men stood around the small
table, as if expecting a fight to start.  "We agreed fifty thousand for
the Fed!" Rob stormed.  "You didn't say there'd be others."  Jack said
calmly.
    "I DON'T CARE!  I'm just paying for the man we agreed on. NO MORE!"
Rob yelled.  Jack was beginning to get annoyed by the hostility of his
so-called 'partner.'  "Watch youself Rob," Jack spoke, "Don't do anything
you may regret."
   "You BASTARD!" Rob said as he sprung from his seat, pulled out his .38,
and two shots later, lay dead on the floor.
    Jack looked down at the body and lowered his .45, then motioned his
men out the door.  Just as he was leaving the broken down shack, he turned,
looked at the lifeless body, and whispered, "NEVER fuck with the Omerta.
Never." And fired another round into the man's chest.

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