"Okay, Mack... but we gotta get them all killed before that team with the skeletons get there and- HEY YOU WHAT ARE YA DOING HERE!?"

   "Shit shit shit shit shit shit sHIT SHIT!!!" you said running away from gunfire. You just wanted to explore what seemed to be an abandon ware house. But NOOOOOO, there had to be a mafia team hiding in the depths of the dark plane. A bullet shot right past your ear and you let out a yelp.

"Ah come on baby face~! We aint gonna hurt ya!... bad..." one of the team members said. Probably one of the Mafioso. You booked it hanging a right. You were so sure this was the way you came. Your face came into contact with solid brick. Why was this path wrong? You backed away and stared up to see an open widow. You heard laughing behind you.

"Aaaah look at that Mack. The little road runner is trapped!" You turned around to see two fit, hooded figures blocking your release. What was with the hoods? Why did it have to be hoods? You gulped eyes scanning for a way out. You heard the click of a magnum that caught your attention.

"Now what would the boss want to do with ya? Mack?" The other chuckled. When they spoke it sounded off and in tongues. The Mafioso laughed. "Aye we could... but I have an itchy trigger finger..." You eyes widened in fear. You looked at the wall and grimaced. "Well... lets hope gymnastics has helped..." you thought before taking a breath. You ran for the side wall and leaped. You were above their heads and used the side wall to change your trajectory.

You landed running back the way you came and bumped into someone. You landed on your butt and with a grunt of discomfort looked up. This guy was taller and more portly than the two you encountered. His hood was more like a robe a king would wear and was decorated in gems. You gulped. Like the others, you couldnt see a face, but you could see two striking blood red eyes. The figure bellowed.

"Welcome... to Keg's hideot..." You were strucked on the head from behind. Hard. You blacked out.