To your cottage, but there's a disturbance

You stroll towards you cottage, musing over what you've learned and what best to do with it. Your first assumption that Pink Rose would provide fertile ground for you scheming mind has proved correct, but the addition of mobsters is unwelcome and unsettling.

You've heard the stories of Vinnie Mags. Everyone who has worked the mean streets of New York has. Utterly ruthless, utterly cruel, and the smartest mob boss since Costello. You have no doubt of your fate if he thinks you've crossed him, and not much hope if he just thinks you didn't put in sufficient effort. He controls prostitution, gambling, and assorted rackets in the city and has guys who could make you suffer incredible agony before you disappeared.

If he didn't do it himself. There are stories that as a younger man he put a rival's head in a vise and turned the handle until the man's eyeballs popped out, then sat and ate a meal while he watched the guy die.

You have no desire to add to his list of victims,

Your train of thought is broken by the sound of furious female voices on the path ahead of you.

"You mind your own business!" a shrill voice shrieks. "This old perv was perving on me and Sondra. He's drunk, and I'm gonna get him fired."

"Shut up Val," a calmer voice replies. "You're always making threats, and they never come true. I don't know why you hang out with this nasty bitch Sondra."

"Shut up you scrawny ginger twat!" the first voice screams. "You can fuck off you stupid cheerleader slut! I'll make you shut up!"

You turn a bend in the path and see the scene unfold before you. A furious brunette advancing on a redhead in a cheerleader outfit, her hands like the claws of a harpy. A worried looking blonde girl watching the two adversaries. And an older man, obviously another of the new teachers, looking on in bemused uncertainty.

The sound of the slap is like a pistol shot. The brunette rocks back on her heels, her hand clutching her cheek, her eyes staring in wide eyed fury at the redhead, who stands calmly, her body now loose and athletic and ready. You had barely seen the strike of her hand it was so fast.

"I'll kill you for that!" the brunette shrieks, lunging at the redhead in a maddened fury. The girl steps aside in a fluid motion, using the other's momentum to send her sprawling on the ground.

"Val, let it go! Stop this!" the watching blonde shouts, her face horrified. The brunette rises to her feet, enraged and howling in anger, she throws a handful of gravel at the cheerleader and charges again, this time grappling her as the two of them fall to the ground in a tangle of furious teenage girls.