Mission 1: New York
The key to unlock a new life with more money, more luxuries, and more pleasures happened to be a small piece of paper, if it could even be called that. It was more like a small sticky note, and it had few things written on it. An address from somewhere in the Miami-Dade county area, and a small message scrawled below it: “Saturday, 8:00 P.M. Destroy this note as soon as possible,” it read, looking like it was written with a simple ink pen. If someone looked up the address, they would find that it wasn’t in the city, but out in the suburbs and away from the bright lights of the county’s urban zone. Specifically, the place was an estate with multiple buildings, the kind that had a worth likely in the millions.
It also wasn’t the type of place that one would expect to be called to by a criminal organization. Many of the assets held by the Baresi family were run down buildings in the inner city districts of Miami, but this was the complete opposite, with the focal point of the property being a modern mansion that was in the center of it all. And the people that received the invites to come to this place weren’t the types that usually hung around the rich and famous. It was probably more expensive than any place they had ever been before.
The people were mostly outcasts and hustlers, the type who would do anything to put themselves in a better position in life. They came from lower backgrounds for the most part, and they weren’t like the inhabitants of the manor. People that could get by without working another day, if that was what they chose to do. No, this group was distinctly a class below the one that lived here, or maybe a couple of classes below. So why were they being called here? The one who owned the entire property, Alessio Baresi, was the main one who knew that.
After his inner circle had talked about it for days, the decision had finally been made to recruit competent new members, regardless of their background. And to figure out who was worthy of being made and who wasn’t, they would all receive an offer. Risk your life on a dangerous series of tasks that the family needed completed, and get membership in the actual ranks of the organization. But that assumed that the group would survive, because chances were that they wouldn’t. The jobs were dangerous. It was part of the reason why they were relying on disposable associates to carry them out. But if the group survived? They would be rewarded accordingly for their work.
Alessio Baresi arrived downstairs as the time ticked away towards 8:00 P.M, and waited in the main room that the group of associates would soon arrive in. It was well decorated for the occasion, with the coffee table in the middle of the room having coffee and other refreshments placed on it, but this wasn’t an ordinary social meeting. It was far from that, and it was only like this to get everyone comfortable before they found out just how much risk there was in the offer they would receive. Baresi himself sat down as the time of the meeting neared, looking towards the door and waiting for the first of the associates to arrive.