Atlesian Wine Shop. 3rd Person POV

In the distillery basement of the store, the Atlesian Mafia was having an important meeting regarding General Winter Schnee's increased security protocols. Though their leader wasn't there, not yet.

Mafia Person 1: Alright men, we need a new strategy on the Wine business. The Vale Mafia's cut off from our business due to a large raid on one of their storage warehouses by the Police.

Mafia Person 2: Say, what about the whole Beacon Inquisition thing.

Another fedora-topped man asked. The first one.shrugged.

Madia Person 1: Small-timer who wears a black hoodie and calls himself The 3 of Clubs or something, he ain't nobody.

The group session therapy was suddenly interrupted, they heard footsteps. Multiple ones approaching through the basement. Then ominous slow clapping.

???: I commend you for watching the news my friends...

Everyone's head turned to the source of the voice, that seemingly emanated from the exit of the basement.

Mafia Person 2: Boss? Is that you?

He asked, while everyone else murmured amongst themselves. How come their bosses voice sounded so... young?

A black hooded figure stepped out from the doorway. Along with two other people, a lilac-haired girl and a blonde-haired boy with a boater hat and a fishing rod.

Ace of Spades: Evidently you're really knowledgeable of my name right now.

He boasts, continuously clapping.

Mafia Person 2: Ace of Spades?... What did you do to our boss!?

The older suited man asked, Y/N simply sat right down where the boss was going to sit. The Mafia members all stood up from their seats, drawing either Tommy Guns or Atlesian Pistols.

Ace: He's... a little hung up right now on a schedule. I promised I fill in for him.

~Flashback~

The Mafia Boss stumbled into tje alley amidst his burning car. His driver and bodyguard were already dead... slain by the Ace of Spades and Lilith, he looked back to see the boy himself standing there with his signature butterfly knife out.

Mafia Boss: N-no! NOOO!

Ace: Once you're out of meat-shields you're already running?

He called to the fleeing man. Just then, a female figure leapt directly in front of him, a hand to her waist, she brushed her lilac hair aside as she snarled at the older man.

Lilith: Going somewhere?

He yelled in fear, backing away from her, hearing a whistle from The Ace of Spades who was still behind him. And then the sound of a fishing reel coming from the roof.

Charlie: Catch of the day!

The sniper yelled in joy, casting his hook onto the hapless man. The metallic line wrung around his neck, the large hook imbedded itself into his large vein, Charlie began to hoist the man up, his panicked state led to a higher heartbeat. A higher heartbeat led to more blood leaking out of his neck.

Charlie: Oh! I got a live one here!

He boasted, loading a bullet into his sniper rifle-fishing rod. Aiming for the Mafia Boss' still struggling form. He looked up only to face Charlie's sniper barrel, he gagged one more pitiful, bloody time as Charlie fired.

Twitching... Silence.

Ace; Hey Charlie! String em' up would you?

He called up to the sniper, Charlie tipped his boater hat down to Spade and began to hoist the now dead body even higher.

Charlie: Can do...

~Flaskback End~

Mafia Person 1: You boy, think you're enough to scare us into working for you?

Y/N: Yes.

Mafia Person 2; Consider it done, because I just pissed my pants listening to that.

Lilith: I'd suggest you listen to him, or else the whole booze business here might jump down a few notches in one night.

Y/N: I agree Lily. Now, speaking about the booze businesses.

Spade said, crossing his legs as he lit a cigar.

Y/N: It's surpassed only by one other type of game... Dust.

Mafia Person 3: We're aware of that...

Y/N: Now the Mafia business is all about getting money is it now?

MP 1, 2 & 3: Yes.

Y/N: You all dealt in illegal trafficking, corruption, and basically just selling as much thieved spirits as you could...

Mafia Person 1: What does this have to do anything with getting richer?

Y/N: *AHEM* I was about to say that!

He raised his voice, quieting down the opposition.

Y/N:... You nevertheless didn't focus on one other way you could be the one best business is circulation... eliminating the opposition.

They all put away their guns, slowly sitting down in their respective chairs to listen to the young ambitious boy.

Mafia Person 1: Continue...

Y/N: I have a common goal with you, someone's just asked me to destroy as much Dust transports as we can, you want to be the best businessmen in the whole of goddamn Mantle. What's say we team up?

The members of the Atlesian Mafia all looked at each other, questioning whether they should believe the boy or not. On one hand, they're in debt because of the temporary land-lock and had a large amount of supply stolen from then... on the other hand... they realized there is no other hand, it's either they join the Ace of Spades or continue on their failure of a criminal underground. They all began to stand up, most vouched for a coalition with The Ace of Spades.

Mafia Person 1: I will join.

Mafia Person 2: I as well.

Mafia Person 3: I accept.

But the last one didn't stand, he only grimly glared at the boy, the seemingly not-so-good aroma from him was enough to cause a suspicion for him.

The Reject: I do not accept!

All the suited Mafia members as well as Lilith and Charlie, but out of all of them, Y/N also glared at him with confusion. Spade didn't like when people refused his offers.

The Reject: You're not on our side, I can't believe all you fools will accept this boy's fox-filled words.

Ace simply looked to his new henchmen and then the Reject. He snapped his fingers twice, motioning to the man in front of him.

Mafia Person 1: Majority rules bro, I think you know what happens to the minority.

The Reject never felt so alone, the aloneness consumed him as he backed away from his approaching former colleagues.

Y/N: Dispose of him.

Mafia Person 1: Yes sir.

Mafia Person 2: Can't let word get out of the sudden change in leadership.

The two suited men grabbed the lone one by the arms, dragging him to another adjacent room as cries of pain and punching could be heard from behind the door.

Mafia Member 3: What's our first order for tonight sir?

Y/N: Oh, no need to call me sir... call me Ace.

He said, getting up from the chair.

Y/N: Gather some men, we're forming a raiding party.

Mafia Person 3: Of course Mr. Ace.

Y/N: Perfect, time for the first of many events that will finally stomp out the flame of the Schnee Dust Company.