Omertician
7/9/2010
14:54 pm
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Baddman took a short break from business to dine at the ‘Restaurante Cosa Nostra’
He was eating the tasty baked ravioli at his favourite table, when suddenly a man in a black coat appeared Maitre d’hotel’s table by the entrance, seemingly looking for someone.
The man in the black coat scanned room, then rested finally on Baddman.
He smiled and walked directly over, extending a hand. Baddman was about to stand and offer his as the black-coat man swiftly pulled a Mauser pistol.
Two shots: one to the heart and one to the head.
Baddman slumped forwards with the fading screams of diners all around his dying form.
In Memoriam: Baddman
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