Alex put his foot down on the last step of the dock stairs, looking back at the boat he smiled relieved that the journey was over. It had been a year since his crew split up, the war had put them down but he had managed to survive and hide away in London. He left contact details with only one person his old bartender, one morning he received a call letting him know his enemies had been put down. Now looking at the city he was back. 

Walking down the streets he used to know so well he recognised nobody, a few of the bars and restaurants were the same but the faces were different. Turning the corner he suddenly heard a screech of tires from behind him, with a flash of panic Alex dived behind a newspaper stand. Sweating and shaking he raised his head slightly to see what was happening. A black car came speeding around the corner, a man in a trench coat hanging out of the window sprayed a Thompson into a cafe window. 

When he was sure the car was well away Alex left the safety of the news stand and headed towards the cafe to see if anyone needed any help, suddenly a scream pierced the sky and a young woman ran out of the entrance clutching her arm. "help me, oh god help me!" she screamed. Alex ran towards her just in time to catch her falling to the ground, "let me get you to a hospital".

He had been waiting a couple of hours when the doctor came out of the operating room, "well looks like she'll be alright, you may just have saved her life". At hearing this Alex let out a sigh and a small smirk, catching this the doctor seemed annoyed "I don't think this is a funny situation, do you?", "Sorry doc, I just guess these streets never really change". Alex turns around leaving the doctor looking slightly confused and leaves the hospital.

After hearing that Alex Turner had indeed return to the States, Hesh knew he had to seek him out on some urgent business. After hearing about Mr Turner's heroics at a local cafe early in the day and his unexpected trip to the local emergency room, Hesh had a good idea where to start looking.

The $100 bill he slipped into the Doctor's​ pockit gave Hesh the location of Mr Turner.

Upon entering the restaurant be recognised those facial features instantly, that slicked back hair, his $20'000 suit, Hesh knew he had found his man.

"Mr Turner, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Hesh Rabkin. A old friend of ours, who is sadly no longer with us left a substantial amount of money​to you in his will. He left the money in my safe keeping, and upon your return instructed me to find and give you the money he left."

Hesh took a envelope from his pocket and spirit across the table.

" Have a good day Mr Turner"

Alex was sitting at the table thinking back to the day's events, Surrounded by laughter and the clattering of cutlery around him he was distracted and had not seen the older gentleman approach him. Alex looked up at the man taking in his words with some surprise. Feeling Compelled Alex stood and shook the man by the hand.

"Well thank you very much, Mr Rabkin, the least I can do is offer you to sit with me and let me buy you some food or at least a drink."