It’s been a couple months since the end of Frankie Calabrese’s disastrous attempt at declaring himself Kingpin, and not much has been heard from Frankie since his near fatal shooting left him on life support. It was rumored that, for a long while, he was holed up on Guam, at a local hospital, recuperating from the attempt on his life. Frankie didn’t have very many visitors during this time. Sure his mentor Chapo “Bane” Guzman would stop by, but otherwise Frankie lay recuperating in solitary. As he lay in that hospital bed, the only thing on his mind was getting revenge on those that attacked him. Frankie didn’t realize, however, that most of those men who still want his blood have all become much stronger than Frankie could ever have imagined.
It was long thought that Frankie would retire after the attempt on his life and with a $1,000,000,000(yes One Billion) ransom still on his head it’s not a bad idea. Rumors of Frankie appearance’s, however, have been popping up all over the United States lately. Nobody would have assumed that Frankie would dare show his face again on American Mafia soil, but it seems he has come back. What has he come back for? Is it for some type of revenge? Is it to make amends? Time will tell but this reporter highly believes Frankie’s return signals one thing, his desire to get payback. It’s been passed down through the grapevine that Frankie purchased several extra bodyguards as well as multiple types of body armor that can withstand some of the largest caliber bullets on the market. Seems Frankie knows that he’s a marked man and doesn’t have much time left to walk these streets.
Frankie has been his usual repugnant self though, expecting to return to fireworks and fanfare and instead returning to silence, except for the gunshots fired at him. It definitely seems very clear that the “reign” of the self-proclaimed Kingpin is long over. There was news of multiple high ranking mobsters descending upon Montana the other night, after someone received a tip off that Frankie was at his old hideout there. Big time mobsters like Ric, Scarface, GrimReaper, Benny Noodles and others all converged on the small hideout in the Montana wilderness hoping to get that final shot on Frankie. Frankie seemed to be a little more elusive than he had been expected to be as there’s still is no clear sign of Frankie’s body being received at the morgue. We received a witness account of the events that unfolded in Montana as well as some behind the scenes information, we’ll share that information with you now.
It was a few days ago in the unincorporated area of Montana, back where the trees get so thick they block out the sun and you’re sure to run into a bear or two. Back in these woods, in an undisclosed location, stands the fortress like compound of Frankie Calabrese. There are 14ft security walls, over 40 armed guards, several packs of dogs and an alarm system so up to date it’s not even available on the commercial market yet. It’s quite clear from this, Frankie is indeed very shaken by the fact that almost every mobster in the American Mafia wishes to see him dead. Frankie was sitting inside the compound watching TV, in the master suite, surrounded by roughly five bodyguards. After a long period of silence, one of the bodyguards quipped, “So…this seems like it was deeefffinitely a better idea than staying in Guam eh boss?” The other bodyguards all laughed, but Frankie gave them an ice cold stare. Frankie didn’t find it funny that he was stuck hiding in fear in the middle of nowhere in a building that rivaled Fort Knox. His stare at the guards didn’t hush their laughter however, it seems that even Frankie’s own guards have lost their fear of and respect for the disgraced mobster. “Hey, I’m paying you good money to protect me you morons, not to tell jokes! So just stand there and shut the F**k up!” Frankie screamed at his body guards, who were now giggling at Frankie’s anger.
Meanwhile, at a private airfield about 15 miles away from Frankie’s hideout, several planes began landing almost one after the other. These planes held some of the most infamous names in the American Mafia today, Kingpin of AM Ricardo Barzini, High Council Adviser Benny Noodles, Gambino Empire Boss Scarface, legendary Corleone Mobster and High Councilman GrimReaper and even LeftyTwoGunz, Boss of the Barzini Crime Family and High Council Adviser, came along to provide logistical support. It seemed almost the entire High Council had just arrived in Montana. The men all walked off their planes with a clear purpose in their eyes, walked straight towards each other and all shook hands one at a time. “Hey, how you doin?” must have been repeated at least 15-20 times. Once they got their pleasantries out of the way, Lefty guided the men in the direction of his plane. In the underbelly of the plane Lefty had hidden an arsenal of weapons, a complete blueprint of Frankie’s hideout, tactical gear and all the equipment the men would need to make a full on assault on Frankie’s compound. “Look yous guys gotta make sure you knock the security off line. Once the security system is out, take out the dogs with the tranquilizer gun, hit his guys and then you can literally walk through the front door and get that rat bastard.” Lefty said to the other guys. “Sounds good boss,” Ric replied in agreement, seemingly answering for all of the men. “Alright boys, let’s show this bit*h what The Order is all about!!” Benny said to the guys and they all grabbed their gear, loaded up their SUVs and began the 15 mile drive to Frankie’s compound.
As they got closer to Frankie’s compound, they shut the lights to their SUVs. Each man had been to this compound so many times in the past, back when they kept Frankie around for laughs, that they could easily find their way around in the dark. They slowly drove up to within 500 feet of the compound and then they killed the engines on the cars and let them glide another few hundred feet and until they came to a smooth stop roughly 80 feet away from the walls of Frankie’s compound. The men grabbed their gear and fanned out. Each man was going to take a wall and they would attack the compound from all angles so they could give Frankie no option of escape. Ric went around to the back, Scarface went to the left, Grim to the right and typical of Benny, he said “I”m just gonna go right in the front door, haha.”
Lefty had provided the guys with silencers so they could keep their presence a secret as long as possible, so as each man crept closer and closer to the compound, they began screwing the silencers on to the muzzles of their assault rifles. The first one to encounter any resistance was Ric. In the back of the compound there were roughly 6-10 guards all sitting around playing pinochle. They were clearly entranced by the game and were paying no attention to what was going on around them. Ric slowly made his way in their direction, took a knee and then flipped the switch on his rifle to semi-automatic mode and fired one shot at each man’s head. Ric’s proficiency with a rifle is so advanced that each guard was able to witness the bullets pierce the skulls of each man sitting next to them before a bullet pierced theirs as well. Within in a matter of seconds all of the guards were face down on the card table, dead from single shots through the head. Ric then made his way to the rear wall and held in position, waiting to breach.
Grim made his way around the right side of the compound and was instantly face to face with a pack of dogs and about 5 guards. Using his left hand, Grim quickly grabbed the tranquilizer gun he had on his back, stuffed into his belt, aimed it at the dogs and fired hitting each dog perfectly with the tranquilizer darts. The dogs fell into a deep sleep almost immediately after the darts hit them. At the same time Grim was putting the dogs down, the guards, who now noticed him, began to raise their guns in his direction. With his right hand Grim pointed his silenced assault rifle in the direction of the guards and pulled the trigger, spraying a wall of lead in their direction. Each guard must have been hit at least a dozen times and they all dropped instantly. As Grim was making his way to the wall to get in position to breach the compound, he noticed one of the guards was still moving. He walked up to the guard, who was laying on his back, and pointed his rifle straight down at the guard’s forehead. “P..p..please man…we don’t even like him…” the guard begged Grim. Grim laughed then said, “Shouldn’t have taken the job then.” Then he fired one shot through the guard’s forehead killing him instantly. Grim was now in position to breach the wall.
Scarface had it a little bit easier on the left side of the compound. This is the side that held the guard’s sleeping quarters, and about half the guards were all sleeping inside the building. Outside the building were two separate kennels, with 3 attack dogs in each kennel. Scarface kneeled down to get a more accurate shot, reached back for his tranquilizer gun that Lefty had provided him and fired six darts at the six dogs, each shot successful. Right as he fired the sixth dart, the front door to the guard’s sleeping quarters opened up and man came walking out with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a beer bottle in one hand and a lighter in the other that he was using to try to light his cigarette. This guard was clearly intoxicated. Scarface used this to his advantage and fired one of the tranquilizer darts at the chest of the guard. The dart hit the guard in the center of the chest and he had just enough time to look up to see scar, now holding his rifle, coming at him before everything went blurry and he fell backwards, asleep. An eruption of laughter could be heard coming from inside the guard’s sleeping quarters, as each of the other guards had just assumed that the tranquilized guard had simply fallen over drunk. Scarface used these few moments of distraction to make his way to the front door and then in to the chambers and opened fire on all the guard bunks. The guards didn’t even see it coming. They had all been drinking in their off time, and had been distracted by the one guard falling over they completely lost track of everything else. Scarface managed to kill every single guard in the building using one single magazine. Without reloading, Scarface had killed roughly 15 men. As he made his way out of the building towards the wall to get into position, he could hear one guard gasp his last words, “…I..can’t believe….I’m gonna die…protecting this cafone Frankie…”
Benny’s entrance was a little bit more dramatic. Benny just had 5 guards facing him, so he snuck up to within arms reach of them and decided to poke one of them in the back, then hit the ground. The guard turned around, but saw nothing. He then looked back at the other guards and began arguing with them. “Which one of you morons just poked my back?” The other guards laughed at this question, as it sounded like a question a child would ask. “None of us have been any where near you pal, you must be hallucinating,” one of the other guards replied. About this time, the guard Benny poked began to hear what sounded like laughter. He was looking around but couldn’t seem to figure out where it was coming from, then he looked down. Lying on his back with his gun pointed at the guards face was Benny Noodles, laughing in amusement at the buffoonery of these guards Frankie had hired. As the man bent over and saw Benny, his head lined up perfectly with what the trajectory of the bullet would be and Benny fired his silenced sidearm and the man’s head was forced backwards with the momentum of the bullet piercing his skull. The guard fell backwards and landed flat on his back. At this moment, the other guards all raised their Ak-47’s and attempted to fire at Benny. Benny had by now rolled on to his stomach with his own rifle pointed back at the other guards, and opened fire at each of them . He killed each of the remaining guards with double taps to the center of the chest. However, just before he was able to fire at the last guard, the guard was able to get two shots off from his AK-47. These two shots now alerted everyone in and around the compound that trouble had arrived.
Ric, still waiting patiently in the back of the compound, acted quickly after he heard the two shots from the AK-47. He quickly pulled out his bolt cutters, ran to the electrical box that was located a few feet down from where he was standing and cut the wires to the box. This would disable the alarm system for the compound, preventing Frankie from closing off all entrances and exits. Two seconds later, Benny, Scarface and Ric heard Grim say “Let’s roll,” over their radios and they each breached the security walls and made their way into the compound. The inside of the compound was in shambles. All the fine china and expensive upholstery was all either broken or thrown around in a crude attempt at making obstacles to keep the men from advancing. Ric kicked down the back door and made his way from room to room, methodically rapping off head shots at any guards he saw along the way, until he reached the center staircase. Scarface, Grim and Benny all did the same until they as well were all standing in the same room together, looking up the central staircase. They formed a line to watch each other’s back, got as close as they could to the right side of the staircase, to shield them from view and any bullets, and slowly began making their way up the stairs. Each man had his gun raised just over the shoulder of the other man in front of him. As they made it around the long curve of the circular staircase they saw a head pop around that they all recognized, but never thought they’d see again, it was Frankie Calabrese. They all took a shot, but Frankie had already ducked back and ran back in to the master suite yelling at his remaining guards to go to the top of the central staircase. “Get your asses over there, this is what I paid you for!! Make sure you protect me at all costs!! I’m scared guys, keep me safe!!” The guards were almost disgusted at the fear Frankie displayed but nodded in understanding at their financier. As Frankie closed the door, one of the guards leaned over to the others and said, “Screw this guys. Let’s put the guns down, i’ll wave my white undershirt and we’ll at least get out of here alive.” He continued, “I’m not dying for this spineless prick.” The other guards seemed to agree with him as they all began to lay their guns down and one by one lined up behind the guard carrying the white shirt.
There were 10-15 guards total at the top of the stairs and Benny, Scarface, Grim and Ric did not know what to expect as they made their way further and further up the stairs. The top of the stairs started to slowly come in to view more and more as the men made their way around the curve of the staircase when suddenly Grim noticed something moving directly ahead of them. The four men stopped in their tracks to investigate the movement. At the top of the stairs the guard was leaning over waving his white shirt frantically. “We put our guns down, we just want to go home…Frankie is all yours.” the guard yelled down the staircase. The four man laughed quietly among themselves before slowly making their way to the top of the staircase. When they got to the top of the staircase they saw the guards all standing with their hands in the air and their guns on the floor. “Man this is just way too easy…” Scarface said. With that said, the guards began to slowly make their way towards the stairs and began to walk down. When each of the guards had finally made it to the stairs and all their backs were turned to the four men, all four men turned and opened fire on the guards. The bullets pierced the guards bodies causing each of the men to fall and tumble the rest of the way down the stairs. Once the noise stopped, and the four mafioso knew that all the guards were dead, Benny looked at the others and said, “Buncha rats. First they work for this douche and then they just desert their supposed leader when he needs em the most?” “Yea they deserved to die,” Ric replied to Benny’s comment. Scarface and Grim both nodded in agreement and the four men now made their way toward the master suite where Frankie was hiding.
They each took position to enter the room, two men on each side of the door, Grim had volunteered to kick the door as he was hoping to be the first to get a shot on Frankie. Grim kicked the door down and the four man rushed in to the room and there they found….nothing. Frankie had installed an escape hatch underneath his bed which lead to a tunnel that brought Frankie to temporary safety. It was a major let down for the four men. They each took turns firing a few shots at pictures of Frankie and then began to make their way back to the airport where LeftyTwoGunz was still waiting for them. In all the entire assault on this compound took roughly 30 minutes, but in that time Frankie managed to slip away yet again. This is truly an example of just how slimey a person Frankie really is to be able to slip out of such a tight situation. Scarface decided he was gonna hang back at the compound and head down the escape route to see if he could possibly get a shot at Frankie. “Screw it, I’m just gonna keep shooting and see if I can maybe get him.” Scarface said before disappearing into the escape tunnel. The other three men made their way out of the compound, back to their SUVs and headed back to the airport.
Back at the airport, Lefty saw the SUVs pulling in so he got out of his plane, where he had been monitoring the best he could over the radio, and asked the guys how things went. “So tell me you got him.” Lefty said. “Nope.” Grim replied. “Nah, he got away boss.” Ric said. “This motherf***er, he needs to just die already.” Grim nodded in agreement then said, “He must have protection, like divine intervention or something.” Benny replied, “We’ll eventually get him guys don’t worry. Let’s alert the others and get the search party started lol.” With those final words the men all shook hands once again to say goodbye, boarded their respective planes and headed back to their empire headquarters.
The news across the Underworld is that Frankie has not been seen since this night, though almost every active mobster is currently looking for him. How long will Frankie be able to hide? Will he retire and leave the country before anyone can get to him? Will he try to stand and fight like a real man would? Probably not, but time will be the final decider as to how the sad yet long story of Frankie Calabrese will end. Stay tuned folks, this one is bound to get interesting. Until next time…keep your pockets full and your heads on a swivel, you can never be too careful.