8:00 AM, Empire Bay
The city was alive with its usual rhythm—horns blaring, shoes clacking against pavement, and the scent of roasted beans wafting from corner cafés. But inside a simple Diner, tucked between a pawn shop and a tailor, the world felt quieter. Tommy Angelo sat alone at a booth near the window, sipping black coffee and scanning the morning paper. His eyes lingered on a headline:
"Rising Heat in Europe: Italy and the German Reich Align on Expansionist Views"
Tommy folded the paper slowly, his fingers trembling just slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation. He'd seen this before. Not in this life, but in another. He knew what was coming.
"If I play this right," he muttered to himself, "I could make big money and save lives. Maybe even rewrite history."
But this wasn't just the Mafia's world anymore. This was a mashup world consisting of many other cinematic and games universes
Maybe it could also contain elements like hydra , but who knows ..
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Suddenly, the diner's door creaked open. Two black sedans parked outside. Ten men stepped out, dressed in tailored suits, fedoras, and black cloth masks. They moved with precision—military, not mob.
As soon as they entered , the entire palce went silent
The leader, tall and broad-shouldered, scanned the room and locked eyes with Tommy. He pulled a photo from his coat and walked over, sitting across from him.
Seeing the leader going to Tommy direction , every other customer began to leave and this only Tommy and the men remained
The leader sat on the opposite seat to Tommy without speaking any words and his two men standing behind him
"You're either brave or stupid, Angelo," he said, voice low and gravelly. "You kill your Don, stroll into Empire Bay—the Commission's backyard—and make deals with pigs in broad daylight."
Tommy didn't flinch, but his pulse quickened.
"Got any last words?" the man asked, eyes narrowing.
Tommy leaned forward, voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.
"In five minutes, this place will be crawling with cops. You kill me, you make enemies with the Defense Ministry. And you know what happens to their enemies."
The man hesitated, then smirked.
"You think they care about a capo? We'll leave after we kill you .." but was interrupted by another loud voice
" Or maybe you ain't leaving at all "
The staff door burst open. Paulie —Tommy's old friend—stood there with a sawed-off shotgun. His eyes were wild, his grin crooked
"You got a talent for attracting trouble, Tom."
And thus the showdown began
Tommy kicked the table up as Paulie fired. The blast tore through the boss and two men beside him. Chaos erupted. Tommy grabbed the pistol Paulie tossed him and dove behind cover.
"Yeah," Tommy shouted, "but I still got you, pal!"
Gunfire echoed through the diner. Chairs shattered, glass exploded, and bodies dropped. In under three minutes, it was over. The masked men lay dead, blood pooling on the checkered floor.
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Police sirens wailed outside. Tommy and Paulie had no time to run. They were surrounded.
Then, a man in a black suit stepped through the door. He was clean-cut, mid-40s, with a Defense Ministry badge clipped to his coat.
"Mr. Angelo," he said calmly, "apologies for the delay. We'll increase your security. But you and your associate need to come with us."
Paulie blinked, stunned.
"Wait—you weren't kidding about the government stuff?"
Tommy gave a tired smile.
"Told you, Paulie. The world's changing. And we're right in the middle of it."
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