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((Psh. Skotti, Mandi and I have seen the birth mark pleeeeenty of times- Only joking!. . or am I? ;D))

Luciano and Skotti temporarily parted ways. Ironic enough, Luciano's church was just two blocks away so if trouble should arise Luciano would be back in a flash.
Luciano dipped his fingers in the holy water, took out his rosary, and sat in the middle column. He sighed and began saying the individual prayers for each bead. He began thinking about how he was going about this whole matter. . then he wondered how Skotti was doing.

"No, that's not true... that's impossible!" Skotti cried out, denying the facts lied out in front of him. "Search your feelings, boy, you know it to be true... said maxwell.
Skotti was at a loss of what to do, so he began to storm out of the apartment, but he was stopped by his father. Skotti whipped back and punched Max square in the face. "WHERE THE ******** DID YOU GO, HUH?! I SPENT MY LIFE ON THE STREETS BECAUSE OF YOU!! YOU ******** b*****d!" yelled skotti. Maxwell stood back up "I could not... I mean, I was too afraid..." he said, wiping his face,
"Of what huh... WHAT!? afraid of being a father? afraid of the responsibility, afraid you might have to MAKE SOMETHING OF YOUR GOD DAMN LIFE!?" Skotti punched him again.
"What about mom..."
"what are you talki-"
"MY MOTHER! WHAT WAS SHE TO YOU?!"
Maxwell coughed and got back to his feet "Your mother... she was just some whore....
Skotti punched him "where is she..."
"I don't know"
"WHERE IS SHE!?"
"I don't know!, I spent a few years with your mom, just for your sake... but she said she was pregnant again and that is when it got too much for me... I could not handle kids... you did not even mean anything to me.. just a mistake".
Skotti was done holding back, he had just met the one man he had always wanted to put in a grave and now, he was going to do just that.
"I'll show you a mistake..." said skotti, grabbing the man by his collar. Skotti started to bash his father's head in with his fist, maxwell tried to put up a fight but skotti was too far gone to show any mercy and give him a chance to attack.
Skotti threw his father into the bathroom and pulled out his gun, as maxwell looked up to see his son, about to put him to death, he said "Fine! kill me! you little piece of nothing! I'll see you in hell!". Skotti spoke back "Then you had better make sure the devil knows my name" said skotti, Emptying his gun into his father. Once all the shells had fallen, skotti fell to his knees, maxwell was still alive, but barely. He coughed up blood as he looked at his son "yo...your mother... she... she is alive.... Catherine... Catherine Gallows... I'm... Sor..Sorr..." and with that, Skotti's father was dead.
Skotti buried his face in his hands and cried like he had never before, his tears mixing with the blood on the floor.

Meanwhile
At the church Luc was at sat an elf woman in her late 40's. She sat in one of the pews, sifting through what looked like choir music. She dropped a few of the pages and spoke under her voice "Oh, bloody hell, butterfingers".

After having waited for Cherry to come back, Waffle and her group drove to Durem, near where her designated victim was located.

Once getting there, they saw that there was a pool of blood but no body. Inspecting closer, one could see that a barely visible trail of blood could lead into the alleyway nearby.

Nay stopped her search and came to watch as Sil went to works. Odd that no one though to look for the bullets? Maybe its a set up or a trap...Or it could simply be lazy police officers. She thought and shivered. Shifting in the snow, while she glared down at it. It would make tracking and getting evidence much harder. She kept shift back and forth to keep her body warm and from getting stiff.

(Ha, it's turning into CSI)
The woman looked up at luciano "Oh, thank you dear, that would be lovely, I threw out my back last week and I never heard the end of it from my husband" she said.

Waffle turned her head back to Satria as Sabe looked into the alleyway.

"There is no evidence other than a blood puddle and a trail of blood."

Sabe turned back to the group and pointed into the alley.

"Whoever was over here last simply dragged this guy to nearby the dumpster and left him there."

"If it didn't involve the boss and Luc I wouldn't either. But just because its a minor death doesn't mean we should let it go unsupervised." Pen was sensing the group was doubting the mission. She couldn't blame them.

No word from the family, yet no word from the bosses. A string of deaths yet of unimportance. It could be nothing or the cusp of something really big. Though with what they had it seemed unlikely to go either way. If they just had told us what was going on...

"The Barton guards deal with issues in Barton correct? So why would they care about the Durem's affairs. This guy was unimportant here thats all." Pen took a breath and looked straight at the group, with more serious tone.

"According to his record he was a minor problem however if one goes rogue wouldn't they start small? I'm not saying I believe they went rogue. However as the Black Ops we need to investigate due to these string of killings can be traced back to the family. Its our job to protect the family." Pen took another breath and shiver a little from the cold. this was still a lot to take in though and as the person who started the search she need her reasons to be clear.

"If anything this might turn out to be just find the bosses. Just like when the entire gang left to search all of gaia to find me all on the basis of on a weird feeling. The bosses wouldn't leave this long without telling us, so something is up." Now she sounded sure and with a quick survey of the space she decided it was time to go.

"Thats enough lets head over to the rendezvous point. You guys deserve a good lunch." Pen gave a tired smile and waited for everyone to move on to the car. And so do I...

Luciano politely picked up the pages for the old woman and he said softly, "Here you go." he smiled at her and then stood up straight- as a young man always should, he remembered his grandmother saying to him once. This woman reminded him of her. Only his grandmother died at the age six hundred, only one hundred years older than Horatio, his grandfather.
Luciano looked away for a moment at the statue of the saviour, and the several rows of candles to the left side of the room; mostly lit, and some not lit. He said to the old woman, ". . . I haven't confessed nor repented lately. ."