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After meeting Don Salieri and seeking revenge for my wrecked taxi, I teamed up with Paulie. We grabbed a baseball bat and Molotovs from Vincenzo, picked up a slow car from Ralphy, and drove over to Morello's Bar. Unfortunately, getting spotted immediately forced a quick restart on the drive.
Bumping into Don Salieri's crew kicked off the next chapter, "Molotov Party," set in 1930. Meeting Don Salieri was awesome, he instantly gave off a commanding vibe that reminded me a lot of Don Torrisi from the other game I've been playing.
Frank explained my recent trouble to Salieri, who offered a small loan to fix up my wrecked taxi out of a sense of responsibility. I loved Tommy's response here; instead of taking the handout, he told the Don he just wanted a fair shot at the bastards who trashed his cab.
Salieri got a good laugh out of that, clearly respecting the attitude, and gave me permission to hit back taking Paulie along.
He suggested us to smash up a few cars belonging to Morello, the rival Don whose men ruined my cab, promising we would discuss my future in the family once the job was done.
I followed Paulie outside, and he led me straight to Vincenzo's armory. Paulie warned me that Vincenzo is a total loudmouth, and sure enough, we found him cleaning a shotgun and talking about how she was going to "sing."
I followed Paulie outside, and he led me straight to Vincenzo's armory. Paulie warned me that Vincenzo was a total loudmouth, and sure enough, we found him cleaning a shotgun and talking about how she was going to "sing."
Next, we headed down to the garage to see Ralphy for some wheels. Paulie sneaked up and startled him right away. It's obvious Paulie loves picking on Ralphy, who clearly seems a bit mentally impaired or slow-witted.
After getting ontriduced, Ralphy handed over a car, and Paulie insisted that I should take the wheel. As we drove off, I caught Ralphy muttering to himself that he was going to cut Paulie's brake lines one day.
Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him, cause people who get pushed around like that usually snap in the worst ways possible.
The drive over to Morello's Bar was a bit of a drag because the car Ralphy gave us was painfully slow for my liking, but the 1930s city atmosphere made up for the sluggish speed.
Once we reached the destination, we parked and started creeping toward the back of the bar to find the target cars. Unfortunately, I got careless and let one of Morello's guards spot me right away, forcing an annoying restart back to the start of the driving section.
To be continued.