The Elbow Room

Vito parks his bike outside the bar and slide off. To his right there seems to be a man with a hockey mask duct taped together, covered in human blood. He pulls out his phone and take a picture of the man, sending it to one of his many leutenants. He then dials a number, "Vincenzo, two questions. Who is this man, and have they gotten out of town yet?" a garbled voice comes through the other end. "I warned you Don, not to mess with me. Now you're enterprize is about to come to a screeching halt." "Q you double crossing bastard, did you even bother to look in the case I gave you?" The voice comes back, now far more panicked "Don, wait I didnt I mean, what I was sayin..." The line cuts off, as Vito has already dialed a number on his other cellphone. His smile is that of a cold hearted business man as he walks through the door of the bar. Vito grabs a bottle of Vodka his men had left for him and collapses into his favorite chair. "How's it been here gentlemen. For me the days been work,work and more work. Running the criminal underground of a city is a pain in the ass."