Prescott had something to prove for himself. It seemed some fucks weren't aware of his status and tried to play him. This couldn't be tolerated. There was an ole car shop downtown called "Jimmy & Carl's Repair shop", the only one close to home, they were infamously known for repairing parts and taking parts just so people would come back. Prescott heard these rumors but feeling like it wouldn't happen to him caused him to overlook it all.

He cruised in his Cadillac v16 Roadster, the best of its kind, to flaunt his wealth. It was a real eye catcher, her name was Lora. Glossy red exterior with "Prescott" customarily imprinted on the back in gold. She possessed everything he wanted... but a foot pedal. This one flaw could've been easily fixed so he decided to have the installment done at Jimmy & Carl's. Surely they wouldn't fuck me over, thought Prescott. WRONG! After receiving back Lora, in exchange for a payment, he noticed her steering wasn't the same. It had never jammed before. He digresses and shook off his mind.

Suddenly, his belt snapped. And so did he. No the typical road rager, he got out of his car and angrily shot at someone else's car. Graciously, his mind was too clouded to aim. "I could kill those sons of bitches!" He exclaimed. He then knew what he had to do, in order to make a name for himself.

Hours later, nearly 10 PM, Prescott was ready to act on his plan. They had closed around 9 but he knew they lived in their shop. Greedy pigs would do anything to save and make money. Prescott had the help of some handy men to push Lora to his garage earlier; he would have her fixed elsewhere. Right now he had another business to attend to; he had broken into someone's Citroen Traction Avant, a perfect car to do a crime, and drove it to a small bar in a city near. He made sure the joint wasn't protected by any mob, going through with his plan before confirming this could cause a war and he didn't intend to do that.

He tilts his hat to hide face as he rush inside the establishment and yells "Everyone on the floor!" As he flashes the Luger in the air. He shot once to alert the people that he meant business, they did as he ordered. He then made his way to the bar, shot up some bottles behind the bartender as he approached and demanded "I want four bottles of rum handed over, NOW! And in return, you may keep your pathetic life." Folding under pressure unprofessionally, the young worker was stunned. "NOW I said!" Prescott reminded him pointing his gun directly into his chest. The bartender snaps back in reality and immediately did what he said. "You are pathetic kid." Prescott says to him before exiting.

Prescott then drove to Jimmy and Carl's car shop, the lights were off and it was almost 12 AM now. "Perfect, just as scheduled sir" a voice said in the darkness "You get the the supplies?" The man followed up. "Yeah, are the others here?" Prescott asked. The handy men that helped push his car were the guys that would help him with his plan. They would all get paid a good amount for their help here and then. Just as Prescott asked, the two men revealed themselves and he handed them all a bottle of Rum each. They all opened their bottles and poured some of the Rum out as a gesture of respect to whomever falls tonight then stuff rags inside and lit them.

"WOO! BURN BITCH!" One of the men yelled as he threw the first bottle.

A light quickly turned on and the rest threw their bottles. The place caught on fire fast and Prescott heard a man scream from inside. It was then sounded out as the building commences to cave in. "That'll teach you to fuck with me." Prescott uttered to himself under his breath. "Let's roll out guys." He commanded once sirens started to roar.