World Domination
"You're over-eagerness could get you killed!" your right hand man says as you order the deaths of four local CEO's. With them gone, you think, you'll strike fear into the hearts of anyone who might consider competing with you in the local market.
Your right hand man, Little Pete, is a muscle-laden body builder from Norway who has recently been hired to oversee your under the table deals. He's as loyal as they come and is paid quite well for that quality. Unfortunately, loyalty from one is not enough...
Your hits aren't as successful as you had hoped and soon you realize that you leapt before you looked. The local mafia bosses have been watching what you've been doing and have put several well placed moles within your organization. You wake up the next morning from a drugged stupor to find your feet in concrete. Several henchmen lift you over the edge of a well appointed yacht and drop you into the ocean. You struggle frantically but it turns out to be useless, and soon a cold darkness surrounds you. "I should have made more connections," you think as your mind begins to cloud. "I never even met the man who had me killed..."
You sink to the bottom. Deep sea divers find your skeleton centuries later. Your teeth are still sparkling new, and show an unusually high fluoride content. At least you can be proud of something.
Your right hand man, Little Pete, is a muscle-laden body builder from Norway who has recently been hired to oversee your under the table deals. He's as loyal as they come and is paid quite well for that quality. Unfortunately, loyalty from one is not enough...
Your hits aren't as successful as you had hoped and soon you realize that you leapt before you looked. The local mafia bosses have been watching what you've been doing and have put several well placed moles within your organization. You wake up the next morning from a drugged stupor to find your feet in concrete. Several henchmen lift you over the edge of a well appointed yacht and drop you into the ocean. You struggle frantically but it turns out to be useless, and soon a cold darkness surrounds you. "I should have made more connections," you think as your mind begins to cloud. "I never even met the man who had me killed..."
You sink to the bottom. Deep sea divers find your skeleton centuries later. Your teeth are still sparkling new, and show an unusually high fluoride content. At least you can be proud of something.
