Fireworks, the smell of blood and guts in the air. It must be my birthday. At this point Frank knew the tip that he was given was a good one, he was almost glad he let the guy live. He knew this was Big M, head of the Nefaria Maggia and not just some new pretty face in the crowd. Not in that mask. He'd heard rumors that she'd resurfaced and was reorganizing but he didn't know how deep she was going or what her plans were for her fallen family. The Nefaria had been losing their reputation and their hold on the streets and Frank had thought this would've been the prime opportunity to add insult the injury, until she'd shown back up. Big M was a big problem.
Frank needed to handle this before it got too far and by the look of her artillery and that burning building he wasn't going to be able to handle it quietly. That was fine, he was always up for a good fight; the candles on his cake. If he couldn't nip this problem in the bud, he knew she'd leave a flashy trail, it wouldn't be hard to keep tabs on her. He'd try his luck for now, see where it got him. What was a few cuts, bruises and broken bones among friends.
Watching the car from the shadows of another nearby warehouse, Frank waited for everyone to get inside. He lost sight of his target in the darkness for a few seconds, but then he saw movement in the back of the car; a glimpse of the mask in the window. She was in, he made his move. Two could play at her game; he'd wired the car when they were inside. One press of a detonator and boom goes the dynamite. Frank grinned as the car went up in flames.