A Disaster - Short Story

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A Disaster - Short Story

It's December 16, 1985, on the jammed streets of New York city, as people rush around to get were they need to go. The Gambino family is the lead family in the mofia right now and wont take noting from no one. John just got out of prison for murduring of the kidnapper who kidnapped Pual Castellona nephew. Now he wants his poition back and be the leader of the fomous Gambino crime family.

"A, Sammy get over here!" ordered Gotti.

As sammy walked over ther he wounder what John wanted. He knew that they had that big hit tonight, but he didn't think that there was anything else to worry about. John and sammy have been planning a big hit for a while, on the current leader of the gambino crime family, Paul Castellano. Thier plan is to assasonate Mr. Castellano infront of Sparkies steak house tonight. See pauls has a big meeting tonight with a couple of underbosses from the gambino family. The night started out successful they hoped that it would end that way to.

"A, Sammy, we got to go meet the fist in fifteen miniute so be ready, and lets go." John walked over to the cought rack and got both there couts. He through sammy's over to him, throught his on and headed out the door.

"John were we gots ta meet em'?" asked sammy while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a smoke.

"Go over to 2nd and E 51st street, They should be at the warehouse.this shouldn't take to long. We just have to got over the layout and make sure theres no no shows."

It was early evening on December 16, 1985. The sidewalks were jammed with people who had just flooded out of the many office buildings around East 46th Street between Second and Third Avenue. Some rushed home from work, eager to get out of the wintry gloom; others were lured by the strings of brightly colored lights into the stores for some Christmas shopping.

There in the midst of the mid-town bustle on 46th was an elegant steakhouse called Sparks whose clientele were businessmen and diplomats from the United Nations buildings a few blocks away. In the vicinity of the restaurant, several men dressed alike in fu cossack hats and trench coats loitered on both sides of the street Several other men also positioned themselves around the restaurant carefully, so they would not be noticed in the throngs of rush-ho pedestrians.

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