Bic is riding down the road in his luxury vehicle. Its a quite night out...a little too quite he thinks to him self. The vehicle reaches a red light. He just can't help but think, this isn't the best part of town. Where are all the people? jesus, this is strange.
    Before he knows it, a man has snuck up on the vehicle and shoved a .45 in his check. He's a tall skinny man of about 6 feet and 280 pounds. His cloths are old and tattered, but appear like they were once very fine and expensive items...something a capo, or maybe a made man would wear. But they have decayed, like the mans festering nose.

The man Speaks...

"You really, thought you'd get away with it, didnt you? Unfortunately for you I lived..."

"Listen guy, I don't even know who you are." replies bic.

The strange man pistol whips Bic, and undoes his own shirt collar revealing a scar, where he had once had his throat cut.

"Jesus, its you..." Bic says in horror.

This man is noone, other than his former buisness associate and child hood friend. He grew up playing with this man since they were both little bambino's. His older brother was the one who gave him his first communion and did his father service and wake, for christ sakes. He was the one there when he did his first bid in county for a B&E. They even dated the scareletto twins, when they where in high school. These men were inseperatable...untill IT happened.