[color=DodgerBlue]“Richie Laviano,”[/color] Bobby said in reply to Alícia’s question about his full name. He then nodded along with everyone’s suspicions about the gang’s funding. [color=DodgerBlue]“You’re right, they may have some big ballers fronting the costs. We’ll get their sources while we’re there. I’m sure we can find a way to make them talk,”[/color] he said with a sinister grin. [color=DodgerBlue]“So, we head in there, wreak some havoc, send a message, and see what information we can get out of them. Pretty simple plan. When everyone’s ready, we’ll apparate into the Park and make our way to the Terrace.”[/color]

After they finished their food, the group rose from their seats, paid their bill, and then disapparated from the bar. They rematerialized under the cover of some trees in Central Park before heading out onto the walkway and making their approach to the Bethesda Terrace. 

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Upon arriving, Bobby looked to make sure there weren’t any No-Majes watching and then whispered [i][color=DodgerBlue]“Revelio”[/color][/i] under his breath to reveal the exact location of the entrance to the speakeasy. The group passed through the hidden archway without being spotted and found themselves walking down a long hall into a magically-expanded extradimensional dining hall. There were at least several dozen people drinking and eating, and Bobby was a bit shocked the Blood Pack was running a place of that size and caliber. But still, a job’s a job. 

[color=DodgerBlue]“Alright, listen up [i]motherfuckers!”[/i][/color] he yelled out. [color=DodgerBlue]“You’re dealing booze in Serpeverde territory, so you’ve obviously forgotten who the [i]fuck[/i] we are. Consider this a reminder! [i]Bombarda! Bombarda! Bombarda!”[/i][/color] Bobby started swooshing his wand around, blowing up chairs, tables, and glasses. The patrons started screaming and running out the door or disapparating away. 

[color=DodgerBlue]“Who’s in charge here, [i]cocksucker!”[/i][/color] Bobby demanded as he zeroed in on a terrified bartender. He pointed a shaking hand towards an office door in the back. The mobster threw the guy to the side and blasted his way through the door, finding a group of twelve gangmembers who had been sitting at a table counting money but were rising to their feet to investigate the commotion. The room was quite large with a tall safe in the back and multiple stacks of crates with liquor. The thugs began pulling out their wands as several more enemies began apparating into the room to aid in the fight against the attackers. 

[color=DodgerBlue]“Leave at least one alive! Kill the rest! [i]Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra!”[/i][/color] Bobby began chaining the Disarming Spell with the Killing Curse to quickly dispatch their enemies while ducking behind one of the stacks of crates in the room for cover to dodge incoming blasts. But like rats coming out of a sewer, more and more gangmembers kept apparating into the fight…