Beacham Cinema

"And you guys fail to see that this mythical 'Don' is clearly me or one of my former rivals." He slowly pulls a Desert Eagle from a previously hidden holster and points it at the group. "Now I'm not one for how you two are talking, and I have a very important business deal to attend to here. This can go two ways, you go out of here for about 10 mins or things will get messy." A car pulls up and a 30 year old man, wearing military fatigues with the rank of major steps out. He walks towards Vito, clutching a duffel bag and holding a firearm of his own. "Don, I thought we had an agreement, that we'd be alone." Vito looks back to them and states "Yes, they were just leaving." Under his breath he whispers to the group, "This is strictly business, and I can tell you, you will be rewarded for this." Vito turns back to the man. "Q, I have the parcel, and you best make damn sure you never, ever contact me again. Get this out of the city within 2 hours or I will kill you personally." Q grins as he takes the briefcase out of Vito's hand and drops the duffel. "You know who I work for, there's no way you'd have the balls to even make an attempt on my life." Vito looks at the man with a gaze that could freeze the sun. "2 hours, and to show I'm not kidding, you're about to get a text message that T was killed by a sniper. Remember, you're in my town, and you play by my rules, or else it's going to get ugly for you, real fast." Q's phone starts to ring and he swears loudly. "You haven't seen the last of us Don, not by a longshot!" He screams at the Don as he walks away, visibly shaking with rage. Vito laughs and opens the bag at his feet, counting what seems to be syringes filled with a yellow liquid. He picks up the phone he had previously thrown and makes a call. "Enrique, make sure those bastards are out of here within the next two hours, if not, you know exactly what to do. No, no survivors."