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Post by Vito The Don on Oct 19, 2007 4:54:48 GMT -5
Loud gunfire is heard outside the bar, and a voice can be heard booming over the screech of the tires, but the words are mangled in the cacophany. Outside Vito fires blindly over his shoulder while another man drives like a man possesd. They he a pothole and flip the hummer, Vito flies throug the air and land on the doorsteps of the bar. He painfully crawls in, all the while muttering to himself. He manages to say"Creedy....alll.......dea..." in a weak voice before passing out on the bar room floor.
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