Brick Mask

Ma Piastrella was a tough old cookie. Hard as nails, keepin' her boys in line. Any young lout givin' her lip would soon find his ears truly warm and aglow. That woman had a tongue on her.

She's supposed to have immigrated from Studcilia in the 'tens, makin' her way over shovellin' coke on one of them ocean liners. Guess she got her taste of dark buisiness there.

Anyways, and that's a lot of ways, she ended up here. Controllin' the controllers, runnin' the runners and generally bein' in charge.

The boyscouts in blue have her eldest as kingbrick, but they ain't seen who moves the kingbrick. Ah, she plays a hard game, Ma Piastrella.