Vince looked at the man, the cold realization coming over him as the man's origins came to mind. He was from a so-called Calbery 'mafia', a gang where most of it consisted of family, and this man was one of the brothers. Vince knew that after this he needed to keep on his toes, because the tight knit family liked to get revenge when one of their own was killed. Though, what was a mafia member doing killing a police contact, unless...

"Guys, we need to go over all our previous steps during the time Fish joined" Vince commanded, "I don't think he was informing the cops."

"Actually, he wasn't informing anyone" came an exaggerated voice along with the sound of rounds being loaded. It was like a scene from an old gangster movie as Vince watched a group of six well dressed men with hats and sunglasses walk out of their hangout, each of them holding some kind of fully automatic weapon, one was even brandishing a Tommy Gun. The shortest one was apparently their leader wearing a slightly more expensive suit, but the man in question looked no older than Vince himself.

"How would you know?" Vince asked with his hand on his knife, "you were the ones who killed him."

"Actually, that was the Calbery gang" the leader said, "and why I would know is because I was the one who sent my spy to infiltrate your gang, call me so I can call the cops to get rid of my little pest problem." Alex was about to lunge but fell as he was shot in the leg by one of the well dressed thugs. "You know, I really don't like talking to dead people, because dead people don't listen" the boss said pulling out a big azz revolver with BFR engraved on the barrel, "but, if you don't want to listen, then I have no choice but to kill you."

"Who the hell are you then?" Vince asked as he began tending to Alex.

"We are Street Sweepers, unlike you we are professional in executing our goals, mostly making neighborhoods like yours a more family friendly place." The boss then smiled under his hat and sunglasses saying, "we are going to leave for now, but if your little club assembles again that neither me or my guys are going to hold any restraint against any of you."