It was 1924 September 23rd, Leaflet decided he'd plan to make a score from a rival Racket over in Summerlin. He gathered a small number of his crew and informed them of the task in hand, the score was going to be big - he knew it was time to pay Sydney a big tribute as well, 50/50 was on the take.

-RoseRaje- drove across Vegas she had already picked up Leaflet, Pamphlet and Chelyan. They planned to get to the Racket about 2am once most of the nights take had been collected and filed away by the small timers.

They approached Summerlin and were closing in on the Racket. As they neared the street that the Racket was on, they spotted an alleyway and decided to park in there. They hopped out, they knew there were 2 men at the front door and 2 at the back as Leaflet had sent Beadles to watch this place for the past week. There were also at least 5-6 inside with a mediocre tyrant heading the place for the local small time unorganised crime unit.

It was a go, Leaflet and Pamphlet approached the front, Rose and Chelyan from the rear. There was no fucking around, Leaflet got out on to the street, slipped his gun from his sleeve and popped the men at the front. Chelyan did the same at the back. With the steel doors not a peep was heard inside. The four walked in from their opposite ends, the place was all one level and the safe was in the office in a corner in the back of the building.

As the doors flung open the two men at either door were shocked to see 4 yellow Bomber Jackets pointing guns at their heads. They didn't have time to blink - 2 bullets a piece in each head, 3 left inside to find. The four heard panic in the back office, at opposite ends of the hallway the four split and went around in a square to where the remaining 3 were guarding the safe.

They meet at the office door, which was shut. "Now how are we to get inside there safely" Cheylan asked

"Heres how"

Leaflet shot the lock and the door popped open, Pamphlet kicked it open more popping the two men that were behind it, the gentleman dropped his gun and raised his hands in fear as the four walked in. As they were staring him down he grasped his chest and gasped - oh no, he was having a heart attack now... how will they get the safe open?

They dragged the dead man out of the way, looked over the old Winchester safe

"Well my safe cracking is shit compared to my lock picking" said Leaflet

He had his tools with him and was prepared for this but his skill really lacked on safes. He knelt down, pulled out his stethoscope to hear the clicks a bit better. Half an hour passed, Leaflet was starting to get irritated... he like short quick jobs which Pamphlet was not too happy about sometimes.......

15 more mins passed and he stood up

"fuck this"

A bullet popped the lock clean off the door and it creaked open

"sometimes just got to force it"