Tony was eating some fried chicken from Ma and Pa. Savoring the crunch, the heat from all of the peppers used. Tearing that fried chicken with his bare hands was satsifying. Tearing that full drumstick into nothing but bones was great. Though after that he had to wash his hands.

"Hey boss!" Tony turned to one of his men.

"We got word someone's put a hit out on Kael. Contract of up to 5 million!" Tony sighed as he grabbed Wyatt from the table. Loading it with a 15 round magazine of 45.ACP. The pistol had a more modernized look to when Tony first grabbed it. Putting on mahogany wooden grips, ambidextrous slide release. A ported slide with underbarrel laser sight/flashlight.

"Who did it?" Tony asked.

"The Roberts family. They issued it via Mistral." Mistral, now that's a name Tony hasn't heard in a while. That's where professional assassins and hitmen would go for contracts. Freelance ones that are not affiliated to any of the families or any group.

"This is going to be a shit show but at the very least most of them aren't Adepts but we might have a few people trying to make that contract." Tony said as he holstered his pistol.

"What do you want us to do boss?" One of Tony's men asked, clearly they were worried. Maybe worried for Tony's life if he tries to deal with this matter. What if he fails to stop the attacks on Kael? Would that leave Tony in trouble? Would that Kael guy come over and fuck everyone up? Those were the things they all were thinking. Whether they said it or not is a different story/

"Put a call for out to Dorothy." Tony said as one of his boys readied a phone for him. Dorothy was at the front in a suit with a bag in hand, she was wearing a full tactical gear. Fast helmet with night vision goggles at the top with a cigar in her mouth.

"Been a while since we went hunting boss. What are we hunting?" Dorothy asked as she opened the door for Tony outside. Where Tony looked at the armored trucks with soldiers in full black kit. They were carrying black bags in their hand and wore ski masks with skull markings on them.

"You guys know Mistral right?" The soldiers gave a slight nod to Tony.

"Yeah, seems like our boy Kael's gotten into some trouble by the Roberts family and they issued the contract via Mistral. Now, I am going to send you lot to go deal with some of these guys. I'm going to go meet Roberts and see if I can't convince him to rescind this contract." Tony said as he stepped into the car with a convoy of heavily armoured trucks with 50 cal machine guns at the ready.

"Tony, they want to know the Rules of Engagement." Dorothy asked, she needed to confirm it for the people that were surrounding them.

"Put a bullet in every single one of them." Tony's answer was wenough as she gestured to the passing cars. They slowly broke out of formation, leaving Tony, Dorothy, the driver and passenger alone.

"Just us, boss?" The driver asked.

"No, Dorothy I want the other squad leaders to meet us at the Roberts residence with a truck." Tony said where Dorothy nodded.

Soon, they arrived close by with a huge truck lying in wait. All of them were fully armoured and decked out with Tony lighting a cigar as he looked at the 20 figures before him. Dorothy was their leader and Tony was the boss.

"Ho, boss. You seem pissed as shit." One of the squad leaders spoke up to Tony, who let out a nod. Exhaling the smoke from his mouth.

"Yeah. I am pissed. The guy that they're trying to kill could literally fucking sneeze and we'd be dead. He's also taking a relaxing day off with his family. And the last time someone went after his family? He fucking destroyed a country." Tony said as geared up.

"Shit." The other squad leaders chorused.

"Besides, once this is over. I'll just let him handle Mistral. Let that guy enjoy time with his family right?" Tony said as they all got in the truck.

"So what's the plan?" Dorothy asked.

"Fucking ram this into their house. Then we just shoot all of them except the Roberts." Tony answered as the driver floored the truck crashing through the walls and into the house. The right side of the truck opened up,giving Tony and the squad leaders the chance to fire their guns. The smells of gunpowder in the air, blood splashing everywhere tony did not blink. What he needed to care about is to deal with the idiots in the Roberts house.

Three Squad Leaders readied their shields as they formed a barrier in front of Tony, then taking pot shots at whoever they could see from ahead.

"Boss, go on ahead. We'll take care of things here." Tony headed upstairs while Dorothy settled everything downstairs. Wyatt was like a cheat in a gunfight, the moment someone took aim at Tony, Wyatt will be aiming at them. Most of the time Tony was a good shot but he could relax more with Wyatt in his hands.

The sounds of gunfire were like a symphony down below, the entire floor was silent as Tony stepped to the safe room. Tapping away at the keypad to unlock it. Then seeing the Roberts family inside.

"Who!? Who the hell are you?!" The elderly Patriarch of the Roberts spoke up, only to see Tony took off his mask. Looking at them.

"Tony? What did we do to you?!"

"Mistral's supposed to run through contracts through me. You just bypassed me. So I'm here to sort this out. Terminate this contract." Tony said as he reloaded Wyatt in his hands. Instead of the usual swing magazine away reload like movies do. Tony would merely swap the magazine, holding the full magazine by the palm and swapping it.

"Terminating the contract!? You think that's going to be simple?! THat kid messed with my grandson!" Patriarch ROberts shouted to which Tony could see who it was, that Marc guy he saw the other day. Dorothy and the others arrived where she passed Tony a cigar.

"Look if you want to fucking die, go right ahead. But just know this guy scared the Corazon family to submission. Now, we both know how those bastards work. So you have to just imagine how fucking dangerous that kid is, to make the Corazon call him 'Master'." Those words were enough to send a chill down Patriarch Roberts's spine.

"Oh and just remember. This is my only warning to ya. You mess with that kid, you'll watch your whole family disappear over night. Like that Chang family. I only heard that the Donnie kid is alive with his family... But everyone else in the Chang family? They're dead." Tony ran that sentence through his mouth so simply. Like the destruction of an entire family was nothing. The silence was enough to make them remember the horrorfying details of the Chang family members to be found in their houses hanging by the ceiling.

Tony was done, he turned to the others and headed out. Dialing a number.

"Hey, kid. How's it going?" Tony asked.

"Oh, just fine. We've just moved in to a new house. What's up?"

"Nah, just checking in on ya."