Secure Northern Apartments, Rome
"I am fighting for justice. I am not a Terrorist."
Alberto Franceschini[1] looked at the mirror and repeated these words to himself.
He was a principal founding member of the Red Brigades. He had aligned with his beliefs since he was a kid.
'I remember my father taught me about communism. He was also an anti-fa… what was it called again? Faschia? Fastest?'
Whatever it was he couldn't quite remember it no matter how hard he tried.
'I feel like I've betrayed myself forgetting my father's beliefs.'
Truthfully, his movement had long devolved from a political group to a terrorist organization. Forgetting some F word wasn't exactly the bigger fish here.
"At least we used to have a backbone."
Now he was just a puppet in the hands of a foreign puppet master.
Right as he had this thought the water in the sink started to rotate like a typhoon.
It was like a plot by an author too lazy to make a scene break.
"Lead boy, The men in Moscow want to know how the mission is going."
The typhoon devil spoke in a high pitched voice.
"Let them know everything is going as planned."
It was a lie. In truth nothing was going his way. The only advantage he had right now was a steady source of funding.
"Is that so? How come I hear word about the movement shrinking then?"
Alberto shuddered.
"It's simply a decoy to throw the government off our trail."
"If I find you're lying the consequences will be major."
The typhoon devil disappeared into the sink after speaking.
'When will I learn that my actions have consequences? Whatever, I've got work to do.'
He held out his hands and the metal sink seemed turned in to a Carbine Rifle.
This was his contract.
The lead devil let him manipulate metal. However he could only manipulate Lead, Tin and steel.
'This devil should thank me for increasing the fear of lead.'
In truth, the one who truly grew the fear of lead was an American scientist named Thomas Midgely Jr.
All Albert had done was increase the fear of the Gun and Terrorism Devils.
The Soviets were quite fond of him and had begun funding his cause. In exchange of their autonomy that was.
Not so Secure Northern Apartments, Rome
I've heard the hardest part of a robbery is getting in without being detected.
'Bullshit, it was way too easy to pick that lock and get in here. The hardest part is going to be finding a place to put all this money."
Akira was stuffing cold hard cash into a sack like Robbery Bob.
He could visibly see his bulging sack getting bigger.
"You picked the wrong house,fool."
Akira turned out around to see a man raising a solid metal bat. Ready to hit a grand slam.
"KILLER QUEEN."
Alberto was flung back by an invisible force.
"You people are so rude, where I'm from we use honorifics and introduce ourselves first."
He wasn't exactly patriotic towards Japan but he felt he had to say that.
"Then go back to where you came from ,Filthy immigrant."
'Is this guy the founder of the Red Brigade or Make Italy Great Again?'
He didn't have much time to think about it as 68 lead pellets were flying toward his direction.
'Shit! Killer Queen can only block so many.'
Realizing he was going to get hit no matter what Akira decided that offense was the best defense and rigged a nearby flower pot to explode.
BOOM!!
Alberto POV
'When did I do anything to piss this guy off? All I've done is terrorism.'
His left arm had been blown off.
On the bright side of things at least his opponent was only slightly less injured then him.
Akira POV
'When I said I want to gain 10 kilos this year I meant muscle.'
He looked like he was fresh off an acupuncture session from an unqualified practitioner of the black market.
"There ain't enough room for the both of us in this town."
Alberto raised his eyebrows.
'Does this motherfucker think he's in the wild west?'
"Listen to me, How about we both just let off our special move on the count of 10."
....
"Sure."
'Like hell I'm doing that. You're getting steel balls in your face the second you star counting'
He conjured up some steel balls and began to rotate them.
'Those Steel Balls are making me want to run.'
Akira was genuinely considering coming back another day.
'But the Armani though.'
He stopped considering the idea.
"One, two, three, four, five ,six seve-"
'I'm not letting you finish that sentence, Immigrant.'
Alberto didn't get to finish his thought as his balls blew up in his face.
"I didn't feel like counting all the way to 10 either. In honor of my bro, Okuyasu."
'I've got the money. Time to get the hell out of here.'
"Did you find out who it is, inspector?"
A junior detective asked a man who appeared to be his senior.
"Looks like some serious shit is about to happen, It's Franceschini."
"Franceschini? "The man of Steel" ?"
Hotel Forum
An American style hotel that mostly had foreign guests. High end Italian guests preferred more personalized hotels.
"Welcome to Hotel Forum, Sir. Have you made a reservation."
The receptionist was a pretty lady. Like basically every other hotel receptionist ever.
"Yes. It's under the name Jojo. I'd like to get my room number and your number."
The lady giggled.
"Wow. A guest who speaks Italian. Are you part Italian perhaps?"
"Part Italian? I'm Half man Half Amazing.[2]"
"Would you like to go to the pool, the room or perha-"
"Rooftop Bar please."
'Tch. Stupid foreigner. All bark and no bite.'
Though displeased the lady held the same expression throughout and told him the directions to the Bar.
(A/N; Thats the last bit of action for a while. The next 15 chapters or so are gonna be slice of life basically. Why? Well i'll be using the time to research about the inner working and culture of the mafia to make the mafia scenes a bit more realistic. Hope you guys like SOL.)
[1] Real founding member of the red brigade
[2] Sorry for stealing your line, Expressions