“It is curtains for you, Lotten!”
Mark Lotten knew his loss of life was shut as he walked into the mob’s assembly and was instantly cornered by the boss, Mickie. Lotten had been spying on the mob for the cops. Like Al Capone’s accountant earlier than him, Mark was the monetary document keeper who squealed and bought caught. “De ding is, Marco, you get to decide on the way you need to die.” All fifteen mob members laughed.
“I dink you need to drown him. Swim with deh fishies.” Mark Lotten was a former cop who went undercover to carry this mob to justice. However luck ran out on him. “Lotten” was his actual final identify, however the mob knew him as “Marco Luna.” He tried to organize for his loss of life. He had already written his will and given it to his spouse and ready for every thing he had supplied for her and his two boys.
Six hours later, your complete mob members tied Mark up and drove their technique to the native marina close to San Francisco Bay the place they rented an previous run-down yacht. “Boss, who’s gonna pay for it?” one of many gangster’s requested. “It is comin’ out of Mark’s account!” Micki exclaimed, laughing hysterically. Everybody else within the mob felt obligated to chortle like their boss or they could endure the identical destiny as their sufferer.
Mickie and solely 4 of his henchmen stepped onto the most cost effective yacht they may purchase. One of many goons introduced a deep pail and one other who was tall and powerful heaved a big sack of pre-mixed cement and a jug of water. As they put the cement and water down, Mickie turned on the yacht and guided it out of the port to an space a number of miles out to sea.
The goons poured the cement and water collectively within the pail. Because it started to get tougher, Mickie pushed Lotten subsequent to the pail and compelled his ft in. After fifteen minutes, the concrete turned too onerous for Mark to maneuver his legs and ft. “Are you able to die?” Mickie requested the condemned man.
Mark regarded forward with a stoic face and stated nothing as he ready his soul for loss of life. For months he knew his loss of life was coming and he was prepared to fulfill His Maker. He regarded down on the water which waited for him seven ft down. Mickie and two of his males lifted the heavy pail crammed with concrete and Mark in it and threw it overboard.
“Bombs away!” Micki yelled laughing. Mark fell into the water ft down and sunk shortly. The mobsters regarded down for a number of seconds ensuring they could not see him. Glad that Mark would not be an issue anymore, they chatted a minute, congratulating one another. Mickie turned the boat round driving it 100 ft away nearer to the marina. Then they noticed giant bubbles rising from the ocean. To their astonishment, they noticed Mark’s head rising to the floor. Inside seconds, Mark’s complete physique was seen rising shortly to the floor, shifting shortly up by the water. His ft had been nonetheless weighed down within the pail. The gangsters had been instantly spooked as they watched him rising up from the water, shifting at the least fifteen miles an hour on high of one thing large and darkish beneath Mark.
“Wh-what is that factor?” One of many thugs stated as he noticed Mark had landed on the bridge of a giant nuclear submarine. As they stared at Mark standing on the bridge of the sub, their eyes opened broad in disbelief. But, Mickie wasted no time pulling out a machine gun that was resting on a chair subsequent to him. He opened hearth, making an attempt to goal at Mark, however could not get a bead on him for the reason that complete sub was shifting shortly upward.
However U.S. naval crew contained in the sub heard the pinging of the bullets.
Believing their sub was beneath assault, two or three members of the crew acquired fast orders to launch a torpedo on the “thug boat.” Inside a minute a torpedo was launched. When the thugs noticed the torpedo shifting immediately towards them, they knew they had been doomed. Proper earlier than being blown to kingdom come, they noticed Mark gazing them, smiling from a distance, extending his center finger.