Tony was wondering down the street towards a small butcher shop he was planning to extort. On his way he spotted an opportunity to scam a few bucks from a homeless guy laying on in an alley. He knelt down to the man and spoke

"Hello good sir, I noticed you gathered up quite a lot of money there. I'll be willing to double what you have if you can pick out an ace of spades from this deck of cards"

Tony pulled out a deck of cards from his coat pocket and flipped each one around so the bum could see the fronts. There were 10 aces of spades.

"There is a catch however, if you dont pick an ace of spades I get your money"

The homeless man nodded

"Alright then"

Tony shuffled the cards and laid them out again

"Pick one"

The bum puck up a card, it was the two of diamonds

"Oh, tough luck"

Tony grabbed the mans money and puck up his cards, he looked at the fronts, none of them were aces. Tony laughed as he stood up again, when suddenly the man jumped up from the ground with a knife in his hand,

"Gimme my money back or I'll cut your throat wide open"

Tony eyes widened, the knife was almost touching his neck

"Wow, hold on a sec, just let me get it"

Tony reached inside his jacket and pulled out his switchblade, he lashed out at the man cutting his chest. The bum fell back but ran forward and thrust his knife at Tony, Tony raised his arms to protect himself and tried to duck but the mans knife dug into his arm. Tony let out a roar and sprung up, he swung at the bum hitting him in the face, he threw several more punches at the man. Tony stepped back and let the man fall to his knees, Tony pushed the man over with his foot and gave one final kick before adjusting himself and walking out of the alley. His blood was soaking out through his jacket sleeve and his shirt was ripped around the neck. As he walked a few hundred meters down the street a police officer stopped him

"What happened your arm there boy?"

There was no other excuse that Tony could think of

"A dog bit me"

Th officer gave a strange look at him

"That dosent look like a dog bite to me, there was a homeless man beaten half to death up the street just moments ago, but you would know anything about that, would you?"

"No sir"

The officer grabbed Tony's arm

"Im afraid you'll have to come with me, put your hands out please"

Tony raised his arms, just as the officer was reaching for his handcuffs, Tony punched him in the face and stabbed him in the stomach. He quickly ran off, there was no way he wanted to be associated with this but it came with this way of life. Tony ran into a burned out building a few blocks away, he ran up a few flights of stairs and looked out one of the windows, there was a crowd of people gathered around the policeman. Tony decided he would stay in the building till the morning, or at least until everyone left the scene.

Truly fascinating how quickly a situation can escalate out of control.  It's never a great idea to kill a cop--you're lucky that you seem to have made it through this one unscathed.

Well told, Mr. Cipriani.

Just don't burn down the building again

Maybe we could just blow it up instead

But I here the wrecking crew will be there before dawn either way.

OOC: It wasnt my intention to make a sequel but I'll give it a shot

After what seemed like hours, Tony woke up to the sound of a crow 'chirping' at 5am. He looked back down at where the cop once lay in a puddle of his own blood, the street wasn't completely empty but it was quiet. Tony got up and walked to the other side of the floor, it was a big drop and no way he could get down, instead he just walked out the way he came, luckily nobody noticed him, or his bloody arm. As he was walking back towards the family HQ he passed the butchers he had planned to extort, the guy was in but the shop was closed. Tony decided just to walk on, he had enough trouble to do for a week. Fifteen minutes later he was just arriving at the HQ, Huxley Stone was sitting in the lounge reading the morning paper

"Jesus Tony, what the hell happened to you?"

"Some bum tried to get his money back from me, there was a fight and I had to stay the night in the old building on 101st street."

"Was it you that killed that cop?"

"Yeah, I gotta get washed and changed, I'll talk to you in a bit"

Tony walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, as he stood in the shower he thought on what had happened the night before, the images of the cop laying almost dead on the ground, and the homeless man lashing his knife out at him. There was a knock on the door and Tony snapped out of the trance

"Hey, you've been in there for fourty five minuets, you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec"

Tony got out of the shower and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked over to the sink, he opened up the medicine cabinet and wrapped a fresh bandage over the cut on his arm. Again the images began playing in his head, this time he shook them out and walked out of the bathroom and into the spare bedroom, he was staying there until he found a place of his own. As Tony was putting on his shoes Huxley knocked and walked in

"So what happened last night, with the cop. How did you wind up killing him?"

"He was gunna take me down to the station for questioning, at least thats what I think, there was no way I could have got out of that"

"Yeah, I understand, you should lay low for a while, cops will be swarming all over. If you need anything give me a call"

"Yeah, thanks. And could you meet me at that little café down the road, say about 6:30?"

Huxley nodded and walked out. Tony stood up, grabbed his wallet and walked out of the room too, he walked down to Sly's office but he wasn't in, after all it was only 6:00am. Tony walked out and headed down to a café he mentioned to Huxley, he ordered a coffee and waited for Huxley to arrive. He had a plan for a small whiskey import that he wanted him to join in on.