<b>8:50 PM April 16, 1964<br/>
New York, New York<br/>
The Offices of Angelino's International Shipping, Inc</b><br/><br/>In the silence, only the kshk of a match striking against a hard surface as it flared to life was heard. Oscar Angelino held the match up to the cigar pressed between his lips, inhaling to draw the flames to the carefully wrapped tobacco.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“You know everyone’s raving about cuban cigars…. Don’t tell a soul but these dominican ones are just as good…” </span>he slid the box across the table to the young man who was sitting there, before leaning back in the leather chair, sighing deeply. Running fingers through his salt and pepper beard, he straightened up once more, eyeing the painting of a lake on the opposite side of the room, between the two doors.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Your father… this hurts me you know… hurts me deeply. If  you didn’t bring me this kind of evidence i would shoot you where you sit, his son or no…”</span>he angrily flicked his cigar, sending ashes cascading past the ashtray and across the rich mahogany surface of his desk.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“But I can not let this sort of betrayal stand…”</span>he clenched his fist tightly, as though trying to decide what had to be done.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Tell me, Boy… why did you choose to tell me this? Why are you here betraying your old man?” </span>his eyes narrowed, but not in an overtly hostile way. The boy obviously wanted something in exchange for this. Or his father had done something to him that he’d considered a betrayal. But the boy had been working for them since he was 18 and had come back into his father’s life. He was a devoted and loyal boy, and a hard worker, but there had to be something motivating someone who would so easily betray their own father. Of course he didn’t know how long the boy had agonized over this information, but he wanted to know what sort of family feud he was getting mixed into. Worst came to worst he’d get rid of both of them. But no sense in wasting one loyal follower for another.<br/><br/>He straightened up, pulling himself from his seat and walking over to the open window, looking  out onto the street below.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Antonio held my son at his baptism, swore to always protect the boy. How the HELL is betraying his father protecting the boy!” </span>he stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He shook his head slowly, sitting on the window sill as the cool night air blew against his back. “He’s taken from my my best friend. Betrayed my trust. Now I want to take that from him.” there was almost a snarl in his voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Tell me Michael… what does your father love, treasure, more than anything in the world?”</span>