Cesare's shoes echoed against the alley walls between the droplets of rain falling from the sky. The grip of his pistol dug into the palm of his hand as his arms pumped. Steps behind him, Ricardo struggled to keep up. Cesare seemed driven by a chemical madness of the brain that urged him forward. Ahead of him, his target, a man who he was going to kill, and the knowledge or suspicion of it had driven him to flight; a flight he could never hope to achieve.

Minutes earlier, the man had been telling Cesare a story about the 'crazy mobster and his psycho bitch' who had had them clean out a distillery and then started shooting when the job was done. Despite the inaccuracies in the story, Cesare had immediately gone for his gun in the middle of the bar as Ricardo moved to restrain him. The man, and several other patrons had only barely escaped Cesare's first shot which shattered the bar-back mirror. The unfortunate man wisely darted for the door as Cesare shook himself form Ricardo's grasp and gave chase.

As the three men in succession rounded a corner towards a side street, the man stepped into a puddle that was concealing a sizeable pot-hole and slid across the wet pavement with a hideous crack. A panicked yelp came from him as he scurried on his elbows towards the relative safety of witnesses about fifty yards away. Cesare leapt over the hole and nearly landed on the man's back. The drops of rain cascading from his shoulders, he took a rebounding step backwards as the man continued his crawl to salvation before grabbing him by his ankle. The broken bone of the man's leg buckled under his grip sending him into a fit of howls as Cesare dragged him back towards the hole.

As they approached the hole in the road, Cesare bounded forward and grabbed the man by his shoulders; spinning him around towards the collecting collecting rain water that now rose in a small lake in the center of the road. He gripped the man behind the neck, his fingers wound tightly behind the back of his jaw and plunged him into the brown collection of liquid, submerging his face beneath the water. Ricardo caught up and laid eyes on his boss. There was a hesitation in his eyes that debated putting a stop to what he was seeing, but he stayed his hand. The man's broken leg flopped behind his prone body in desperation as his arms grabbed for the asphalt. Cesare sat in absolute stillness on one knee, his arm extended out behind the struggling man's head as he stared at Ricardo, keeping him in place as the gruesome act continued. The flailing grew more violent as the man realized his doom approaching and choked gurgles came from his throat as his lungs took in water. The sounds in the alley grew more and more animalistic as the man grew weaker, his extremities lunging out in more sporadic movement, achieving nothing. A couple moments of peace passed before the man's body flailed forward another time. After that, there was nothing; only the white noise of rain on the streets. The man lay face down in a pothole puddle prone and sprawled, forgotten in a Chicago alleyway.

Cesare stared at Ricardo for a moment before shaking his head at him as he made his way past, and for a moment, Ricardo wondered if there would ever be a day when his boss would break through... as Cesare wondered how much more he'd have to lose before fate abandoned him.