Mazda took a short break from business to dine at the �Restaurante Cosa Nostra�
He was eating the tasty baked ravioli at his favourite table, when suddenly a man in a black coat appeared Maitre d�hotel�s table by the entrance, seemingly looking for someone.
The man in the black coat scanned room, then rested finally on Mazda.
He smiled and walked directly over, extending a hand. Mazda was about to stand and offer his as the black-coat man swiftly pulled a Mauser pistol.
Two shots: one to the heart and one to the head.
Mazda slumped forwards with the fading screams of diners all around his dying form.
In Memory: RIP: Mazda