He says, "You little wise guy!"
You fall to the floor, feeling very faint. You feel out of it, and
you don't really know what is going on around you, or how much time
has passed by. You feel very cold, and very sleepy.
It feels like you have taken a nap, and you awake in pulsing pain in a
pool of blood. Suddenly, a girl with ashes on her face drops the
flowers that she has been carrying and rushes over to you. "Oh
my Gawd," she mouths. "C'mere you, come quick!" She
motions you to move over towards her, and you crawl in her direction.
"I've heard about ya," the girl continues. "Al didn't
finish ya, and now the mob has a hit on ya. They find ya and yer
dead. I'll help ya. I'll do my best to hide ya I feel bad for ya.
But you gotta help me. You take over my job for a few days. I'm
tired. What do ya say?"
With the gun hot in his hand and his face fired up with anger and
excitement, Al turns to you and says, "You little wise guy! How
dare you question me, the Don! You're going to get it!"
Suddenly, you hear bullets whiz through the air, and you feel a
strange, pulsing heat in your right arm and shoulder. You feel dizzy.
You look down and see that you are bleeding. He must have shot you.
