"Didn't I tell you this would happen băiat?" Raul repeated for the third time as he removed a cigarette from his mouth and his more trusted employees strapped the young man down to a wooden chair. "Oh, băiat is Romanian for boy by the way, but back on topic, I told you no double crossing would go unpunished."

The young man's name was James Arzator. Before this moment he was a up and coming member of Raul's gang, but word had soon got around that he was in fact just a wired cop trying to work his way up the ranks so that he could tear down the organization from the inside out.

He cried out "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry Mr. Stringer!"

"Ah-Ah- Ah băiat! When the mask's on-" and Raul had just equipped his mask " -nobody! Nobody at all refers to me as anything other then the Counselor! You should know that by now." With that he'd heard enough talking, the boss made a hand motion and his servants covered Arzator's mouth with a rag rendering him uncompromisable. The same thug then forced the officer's head back to hold him still.

Raul/Counselor then leaned in close with the cigar he was smoking and placed it, still burning, atop to the traitor's right eyeball singeing the cornea. The young boy tried to pull his eyelid down in protection from the drug but it was pried up by yet another of The Counselor's men.

His screams were muffled by the rag and none of the gangsters stopped their operation for him. The counselor made another hand motion and a knife was taken from a small table beside the chair. "Do you know where the jugular vein is turncoat?" James of course couldn't really reply to his former boss, so Raul pointed it out with his index finger aimed near the center of his neck "It's right here, and if that gets cut... You're dead like punk rock son!"

Counselor's men knew what to do next as this was practically a regular procedure now in days. The lackey took the knife and slid it half way across the traitor's neck. He started slowly from the left side and worked his way up close to the jugular. The shredding pain James felt would be hard to compare to any other sensation.

Blood shot out like an ocean from a destroyed dam and even Raul had to take a step back in hopes of persevering his white suit. Eventually the boss' men stepped back from the officer as he is losing consciousness and trying to rest his head. The traitor comes close to blacking out just as Raul lifts his head up so that they can meet eye to eye. Never before had James been so terrified of that mask until now in his final moments. Raul back up once more.

Everything was cold and tinting into the gray scale but he could still see that The Counselor was removing his white business suit and moving in closer again. Next he could feel The Counselor's cold and gloved fingers reaching into the gash left behind by the knife. There were really only two fingers digging their way to the jugular but it felt like whole snake crawling around the wound.

"Goodnight băiat." Raul lastly says before crushing the vein in between his two fingers and palm.

"Alright boys. Lets clean up here. We've got more business to do out there... Oh and can one of you bring me some germ-x, some of that blood soaked RIGHT THROUGH the glove!"