So, Don Salieri had a great idea. Morello's pushed us back as far as he can, but we've slaughtered most of his troops in the process. He's exhausted, and the road is paved for us to bounce back. The don wants to celebrate at his favorite restaurant -- one which happens to be in Morello territory. His bodyguard Carlo called in sick, so guess who was invited to join him? Not that I'm complaining about free food!
While the food was good, I didn't too much like the desert, which consisted of two carloads of hoods sending hot flying lead our way. As an added bonus, they threw in a grenade. Explosives don't make good digesitifs.
The Don and I decided to split up. While he kept their attention focused in the restaurant, I would sneak out through the delivery entrance, run around front, and take them from the side.
No plan survives contact with the enemy, though. The alleyway was blocked by this character, and soon as I'd taken care of him with five shots from my Colt 1911, a door opened behind me
Right in the keister. Ain't I a stinker?
All the dopes out front tried to run through this congested little hallway at the same time. Three came out the door, and the rest attempted to follow. Ever see what 600 rounds per minute does to a crowded hallway? It ain't pretty.
The only man left standing had taken the second floor above me, and could have surprised us had he not kept yelling that we were done for.
Well, boss? Did I earn my Thanksgiving turkey this year?
We agreed that the only guy who could have known when and where the Don was eating was his ratfink bodyguard, Carlos, so we high-tailed it over to Little Italy and stormed his apartment. The Don, who lacks all appreciation for tact and ambushes, hollered, "All right, Carlo, you old bastard, we're comin' for you!". Things go so much easier when you can just bushwhack someone from behind. Now after kicking down the door I had to rush through the guy's apartment and nail him before he'd made cover.
Look, dude, if you're going to betray a Mafia boss it's best not to sit around your house in your underpants. This is an unpredictable business we're in. You can be murdered at any time; might as well have it done when you're in a suit, right? You want pity or respect when you're lyin' there dead on the table? "That guy was murdered real good, but at least he died with style."
Could have been worse, I guess. He could have been wearing briefs.
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You have to be really quick to get Carlo before he hides behind the sheds; essentially as soon as the game stops the "climbing out of the window" animation, spin 'round behind and shoot him. It will probably take a few attempts to know where he's going to be, but if you can nick him once he'll stop in his tracks and you can finish the job.
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