Polar Islandstates 0–2 HUElavia
(Dias Canchon 38' (P), Schmidt 72')
HUElavia 2–1 Zenic
(Milano 5', 86' | Allegri Gentile 62' (P))
Estadio Nacional, Curumba, HUElavia
A mobster's confession of his family's sins.
A man sits in a white-gray room, with a rueful expression on his face. He was Tallian-HUElavian, slightly tanned with dark hair, average height, stocky build, in his early 40s, but looked older than that, likely from his guilt and the stress of the life he had lived. He fidgeted in his chair, wondering if this was the right choice he made. He'd done some terrible choices in the past, but this one only gives him conflict, more than anything he had to choose in the past. He turns his gaze towards the camera on the corner, likely recording his every move, every sound he makes. He only stares back down to the table in front of him, stern and upset at what he is likely to do.
A knock hits the door, and enter a detective. A man in his mid 30s, Portuzian-HUElavian, tall, a gritty look to his face, serious in his demeanor. "Hello, I'm Agent Roberto Coutinho from the HBI. It's nice to finally speak with you." The Tallian-HUE man looked with scorn at the agent who was in front of him, who looked right back at him. "Well, if you're gonna give me that expression, do note what you have at stake here. We're giving you a chance to come clean with what crimes you've committed." "Oh really? Like what?" "We know about the stolen truck of those HDTVs. the racketeering of money laundering, the drug trafficking. We got enough proof to put you in for the rest of your life." The mobster looked shocked, sure that he had always made sure to cover his tracks, do many his crimes at the dead of night.
"But, we're giving you this chance to come clean. With this, you get put into witness protection. Your wife, your kids, and you. You have a chance to start anew. Break out of that life." The man down troubled. For months now, his wife implored him to leave the life of crime. His kids were beginning to wonder how he made the money for them to live comfortably. He could only hold them away from the truth for so long. He closed his eyes, pinched and rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a big, frustrated sigh. "...Okay. I'll talk."
"Good. Now, please tell me your name." The man gave a stern look, replying "Dino Torelli. My name is Dino Torelli." "Very well. What family are you a part of?" Sighing once again, he Dino replies "...I am a Capo for the Torelli family." "Alright. To start off, we have noticed that the family has been making moves between their various 'business holdings.' What have they been planning?" Dino stays silent for a few moments before finally munstering the strength to give his response. "They want to expand territory not just in Canternico along the Romano district, but to other cities. They want to give 'protection' to various local stores they've eyed throughout the country." "Protection? You mean intimidation." Dino looks back with scorn, responding "...Might as well be."
"What else are they looking into?" "They want to expand overseas on 'The Golden Show'." "The Gentlemen's Club? Where are they looking to expand?" "They're mainly going for more major cities in here, but want to go into Sudilia. Specifically in the Tallian region of the country, likely the Franc and Angshire populations among their largest cities." "What do they intend to achieve in doing that?" "They want to have a monopoly on the gals and rake in the cash from it." Agent Coutinho wrote down in his notes the answers Dino was giving him so far. "What else can you tell me about their plans?"
Dino was conflicted to give out an important info he knew that was in the works, but he had concern for his crew. Even as a Capo, he still viewed his crew like a second family. Much like sons or nephews, he always made sure they'd be safe when conducting their work. He leaned back to look up at the fluorescent lights on top of him and the agent. "Do you have something else you're wanting to say?" Frustrated at thinking it over too much, it leaned forward, now ready to say what he wanted to get off his chest.
To Be Continued...

































