Marlon knew that on his own he could never achieve greatness. There for he went to meet the local mob (it seems that every town had one). He rang the doorbell and man in Marlon’s age opened the door. Marlon told the young man that he would like to meet the boss. After a few minutes of waiting Marlon was allowed entrance. He quickly followed the man who let him in and soon entered a grand room with a huge desk. Behind it was a man in his late forties with black hair and a big smile on his face.

“So you want to join us”, he said with a deep voice.

“Very much so Sir”, Marlon answered trying to be as polite as possible.

“Why?”

“I am new to this town and I would very much like to help you, I have been in another mob for four years so I have experince, Sir”, Marlon said.

“What mob?”

“Ehhmm, sorry Sir I can’t tell you. I promised them that I wouldn’t tell anyone of their existence”, Marlon said hoping to sound convincing. Every word in that sentence was a lie. But the boss behind the desk seemed pleased.

“Welcome, my name is Sherman Bagley and you won’t disobey my orders, right?!”

“Of course not Mr Bagley”, Marlon said with relief. He was in now, he was part of the River Mob.

As time flew by Marlon worked hard for the mob. Mr Bagley seemed to care more and more about his new protogeé. He often said; “I really like you, you remind me of my younger brother”. Marlon would thank his boss and never ask about the brother. Marlon knew what could possibly had happened to him, either he was shot by the police or another mob or he spend time in prison. Never the less Marlon was pleased with the fact that Mr Bagley approved of him.

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