Quickly, the survivors regroup on the grounds outside the mansion. Once clear that the chopper is friendly, Paulie leads the battered gang downstairs.
The trio pass through the inside of the mansion--a smoke-filled war zone. They uickly scuttle though a watered down excuse for tear gas, with Frank collecting the unconcsious, but victorious Dino Morinelli.
He's gonna have a helluva story for us when he wakes up, Frank thought. As Virgil and Paulie make their way to the front door ahead of Tobiasi, they stumble upon a grim sight.
The motionless body of Forbes McCready lie between swathes of smoke. Virgil nods knowingly, reaching down to pick up the slain companion. "If Othello's out of commission, the big guy is yours, Paulie" Abrizza laughed just a bit toward the "Jester".
Once outside, the tired and worn soldiers of Coldstone trudged across the painfully long strecth of lawn to the waiting chopper.
In the distance, Othello bobbed up and down next to the building, easing toward the suspicious vehicle. To his surprise, his cohorts were piling into the machine.
With relief, Othello made his way to the helicopter, keeping a wary eye out for whatever was left to pop out. Thankfully, nothing came.
As the collection of men and bodies were loaded in, the chopper began to lift off. Roman was unconscious, as was Dino. Forbes was without a pulse--a casuality for which the pigs of Coldstone were made to pay. Frank, Paulie, Virgil and Othello were alive enough, though each had rubbed up agaisnt a few angry bullets inside.
They each took a silent moment, to honor their passed firned, and to survey the rubble that was once their home. The mansion shrunk as they passed into the evening sky.
Coldstone was forever changed. Surely, the family would descend on the town to reclaim what was theirs, setting straight the crooked empire carved by diRossi and his kin.
But there was no real feeling of closure. They had one final destination.
"Where we headed?" Virgil inquired, raising his voice above the twirling blades.
The pilot turned, ignoring the first drops of new rainfall. Likewise, he shouted, to be heard as well. "Coldstone Cannery."
