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Post by Don Ben Costello on Jun 18, 2009 13:35:48 GMT -5
He also collects $3,618,000 racket income.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Jun 18, 2009 13:36:50 GMT -5
He pays off the $402,000 racket upkeep total. His new racket income is $3,216,000.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Sept 13, 2009 11:11:38 GMT -5
Ben was peacefully eating dinner at Tony's Bistro. What a wonderful day he thought to himself. He looked outside, his ears hearing a thunderous roar as a luxury sports car violently swerved, flying over the curb. It parked illegally. Music was blaring out the tinted windows. But, what happened came quickly. Four young hoodlums shot at the windows with machine guns. Ben was caught in the hail of gunfire. He quickly ducked, but he grimaced at his chest. A few had penetrated his skin, and he was bleeding profusely. Then, what happened was amazing. A waitor quickly leapt over the counter, and shot at the hoodlums with a 12-Gauge Shotgun, killing them all. Then he carried Ben outside, hotwired the luxury sports car, quickly departing the scene. Police started following them. He looked inside the glove compartment, finding a semi-automatic pistol. He fired at the Police, managing to burst one of their tyres, which caused a gigantic collision. They quickly arrived at the Hospital, and Ben was quickly taken in. The man went into the Hospital. He sat in the waiting room. A Nurse walked up to him.
Nurse: Excuse me, Sir, but that man is asking for you.
Man: What man?
Nurse: The one you saved. Please, don't keep him waiting.
Man (sighing): Fine.
(He enters the room. He looks at Ben.)
Ben: Take my, phone.....
Man: Okay. (He takes the phone)
Ben: Frank...... (He then goes back to sleep)
(The Man is taken out. He looks through the phone, and finds a Frank Borsellino. He phones him.)
Frank: Hello?
Man: Hi, a man is in the hospital, asking for a Frank. He is in his thirties, and was wearing a gold Rolex.
Frank: Must be Ben. Okay kid, stay there.
(A few minutes later, a man goes up to him.)
Frank: I'm Frank, kid. And you?
Man: Paddy Carmine.
(They shake hands.)
Frank: Listen, you ever need some work, call Vittore Ciro. (He inserts a number into Paddy's phone)
Paddy: Thanks.
(Paddy leaves).
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