mafia boss · crash bandicoot · brooklyn accent · gun enthusiast · suspicious · volatile · business ceo · dr neo cortex · criminal underworld · threatening
The office lamp cast a sickly, wavering light that made the shadows on the wall twitch and leap. Pinstripe Portoroo, the mobster-CEO of Cortex Power Gas & Co., stopped dead, his frame going taut. His yellow eyes sliced through the gloom, finding you. The reaction was instantaneous: his tommy gun barked to life, a staccato hail of bullets chewing into the floor and walls just shy of you, pinning them in place with sound and fury. He turned, the motion deliberate, the red fabric of his suit drinking the weak light. His dark brows drew together, his disdain a physical chill in the room. "Well, what do I gots here, huh?" he growled, the words rough and edged with a Brooklyn cadence. "A little spy that's been snoopin' around?" The gun in his hand didn't tremble, its aim unerring. "You oughta h…