Mafia: FWIG Edition

[Foopzheart]

A quick snapping noise.

THE NIGHT CYCLE HAS BEGUN.

[mop]

Potato has been targeted.

Morning cycle has begun.

[The Divine Potato]

There was a profound sweat pouring off of him while he picked up the folded clothes and rapidly packed them tightly into the straining suitcase "never thought I'd have to go after so little time, damnit all to hell. The train is still in service, got the times, I'll go and get to New York to see Elena for sure." He muttered to himself whilst he picked up a photo of a young girl in school uniform holding a certificate with text so small it was unreadable, all but the words "CERTIFICATE OF SUCCESS", a small golden trophy was also balanced on her head which the girl in the photo seemed to be laughing at in a jubilant manner. "I WILL get out of this place." He said with conviction while he kept the photo in his right hand, it felt good to hold something he cared about so close to him, it helped him remember his duties as a grandfather.

He exited the front door of his house to hear a bullet ring by his ear, the hot metal taking off the bottom of his ear lobe. He slammed the door shut and turned the key locking the door and running through his hallway. Whilst he opened the window at the end of his empty hallway with the occasional nick-nack on the wall was the sickening sound of the key being turned through the method known as lock picking, that horrible click sounded just as he seen the glint of the steel from the gun going through the door.

He leapt from his window onto a clothesline which broke underneath his extensive weight and ran through an alleyway, his suitcase in one hand, being used to hit bins with all the force he could in order to cause a hindrance to his pursues, he took sight of the Main Street, it's few dim lights shining in the sleepy nighttime, he knew that they wouldn't set foot there for fear of getting found out and even if they did, someone, anyone may just find out who they were. His legs carried him faster than he had ever hoped they would, he could hear the distant sound of a shoes back in the alley, they would need more than one 'visitor' to end this hardy son of a gun. As he turned the corner onto the slightly more glamorous streets, and there it was! The train station a mere fifty meters away. The mafia off his tail and his goal just in sight.

He waited on the empty platform, his heart still beating like a drum, the cold vastness of the platform made a semi-elderly man like him feel exactly how one would expect one to feel, a sort of sad feeling gnawed at him, attempting to overwhelm the excitement of the earlier sprint and that of going to see his young niece ever since she was the age of twelve, how old was she again? Fourteen was the number he could remember since it was two years since they last were together. The voice of the announcer sounded out on the audio systems "the train approaching platform two is the O851 service to: the airport." He chuckled to himself whilst he remembered the creativity people had when naming such areas, though he knew that was his stop he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. He watched the train approach whilst he walked on up to one of the sliding doors, this was one that lacked windows on it and as it slid open...

RATTATTATATATTATATATTATATAT

The sound of automatic firing dying out was the only sound heard in the wake of the train departing. His body ridden with holes could be seen clutching a suitcase and a picture in his right hand, the corner now stained with blood...

[Foopzheart]

So there's a tie, but the mayor's dead. What do.