After discussing contingency planning with the rest of the Reggie Mafia, Godfather Ice Cold stepped out into the darkness to return home. He was particularly good at traveling unseen; somehow no one noticed him or his handiwork last night as he left Ty a broken man face first in peanuts.
Tonight, though, he would not be so lucky.
"Hello, Ice."
IceCold turned and faced the voice. "Pale. . . What are you doing up?"
"I've been sick of finding our UMD shipments delayed and I need you to stop pulling that kind of sh-"
"You know, Pale, one of us was here first, and, I might add, legitimately until you had to come and fu-"
"Well, that's what I do. And now, I'm going to do it to you." With that Pale whipped out his pistol and held it to IceCold's neck; but Ice was no slouch, he quickly drew his pistol to Pale's forehead. They were locked in this stalemate when suddenly they heard a voice in the darkness behind IceCold.
"ICE! GOD, ICE, HELP"
As Ice instinctively turned to the voice, Pale took his chance and blew out his Jugular; a great blow to the Reggie Mafia, but not without consequences.
"Thanks, Pale, you've made this too easy." The last thing pale saw was the shadow of a man--some kind of vigilante--and what looked to be an aluminum bat flying toward his face. The next morning his body would be found with nearly every bone broken, victimized to the extreme brutality that can only come from blind vengeance. The Godfathers of both the Reggie and Kaplan mafias were no more.