A large, lanky man in a long red overcoat watches the two patrons leave the diner out of the corner of one of his dull, glassy eyes. He notices the enhancements on one and marks his appearance for later. With the way this town is moving, he thought of anyone with any metal to be a future recruit. Maybe not a full member, but he could always find ways to gain the services of people like him, when they're at their lowest. Never fails.<br/><br/>A shorter, stockier man wearing dirtied blue overalls sipped at his coffee. He hasn't touched his. It's been sitting there cooling since he ordered it. He was never really liked eating out, but it's better to at least order something at a diner, he thought it rude otherwise. And he was anything but rude.<br/><br/>The overalls man sat down his drink, finished, and stood up, motioning for the taller man to follow. He stood, slight creaking noises escaping his joints. He thought he needed to get out more, get some exercise in. Hard to do these days. He looked around the small diner and sighed.<br/><br/>"You know, places like these are a dying breed, Vinny." The tall man said. "Hardly many places where you can just drop by for a cup of Joe and some tunes." He scratched at his ear. "Even if it's the new age crap, like what's playin now."<br/><br/>Vinny simply said nothing and led the tall man outside, around to one of the nearby alleys littering the underground.<br/><br/>"Gallante, listen, I know you like the older stuff, but it just don't go nowheres no more. We got to look towards the the futures, ya see, the new stuff."<br/><br/>The tall man suddenly struck Vinny in the side of his head, before whirling around to face him, shoving him against the opposite wall to the diner.<br/><br/>"No, you listen, you fuckin button, i'm your Boss, The Boss, your father, your elder, your paycheck, understand? I expect to be treated with some respect relevant to my position, capiche?" He wrapped a cold hand around Vinny's throat. "If not, then I can pop you right now and leave you to the pigs. Got it? I'm packin enough heat in this hand to send you home to your mama, see? Do. Not. Let. It. Happen. Again."<br/><br/>Vinny said nothing, terrified and shocked by the sudden, almost complete change in character. He leaned back against the wall, trying to get away from Gallante's gray, souless eyes and his icy grip. It was like looking Death in the face, and worse, if he was your Boss.<br/><br/>"Hey, you in there, you fuckin goon, I'm addressin you here, eh?"<br/><br/>Vinny snapped out of his reverie and blinked rapidly, nodding to Gallante, anything to get some space.<br/><br/>"Good. Remember what I said. Or you'll be the next mark to take a trip to the fish market, understand?"<br/><br/>Gallante released the small, scared man and he stumbled in front of him, silent, leading him the rest of the way down the alley.<br/><br/>"I guess good help is a dying breed, too." Gallante dusted himself off and followed, scratching at his ear every so often.