its raining, sun is covered with dark clouds. empty streets, even if the rain wasn't representing a good reason, gangsters would give them a good one to stay at home. they were all over the city. Thomas was walking to "theGarrison", with accompany of his bodyguards and brothers. the gangsters couldn't stop their bullets, as the rain couldn't extinguish their cigarettes. they were walking...
Thomas looked down, his shirt had became red, he had took a bullet...still walking, put the cigarette between the lips, with his red hand, turn a head to the rest of the team, all exhausted, in dreams, looking down, where to step among this wet alley.
Thomas remembered his days in Chicago, missed the rest, looked up to theGarrison, still shiny, must be the rain who did it.
 

They opened the door, stepped inside, removing their hats. couple of men could be found around, mostly armed... " oh Mr Shelby!! where have you been with this rain?" Harry said, the moment he saw Thomas.    " Irish whisky three glasses, my room...good to see you Harry" Thomas replied. then he went to his office, John and Arthur followed him after greeting Harry.
they Drank the rest of their hours, waiting for lunch, and rested their eyes...