it was one stormy night and Frankie was sitting in his car, Frankie was carrying a loaded .357 Magnum in his right jacket pocket. He was sent to take out some greasers, they are making some problems in our territory. Nobody can just make moves in our territory without getting permission from JonnyBeRed. The disrespect is not going to be tolerated and the boss sends me when these types of situations emerge. I parked across from there dirty run down garage. I got out, grabbing my umbrella. Carrying an M1 Thompson in my hands, hustling across the street. I hide behind a small wall, before the garage. There are two mechanics which are working on a damaged car in the front. In the back corner of the garage. This should be easy enough. Time to send a message to these low down scummy greasers. 

Walking from behind the cover, with my Thompson ready and firing into the garage. As the bullets spray, the first mechanic is sprayed in the back and he falls to the ground dead. The other mechanic catches a shot that rips through his neck and he falls dead next to his co-worker, also dead. The greaser in the back, sprints to the office and fires outside the window with his pistol. Ducking behind a pillar, waiting for the sound of him reloading. The gunfire ends and Frankie knows he has to reload. I begin horizontally walking forward, firing some shots at the office. I walk through the door and see the greaser look up at me in horror. He finished reloading, beginning to move his hand and I fire two bullets through his head. He slumps to the ground and is also dead. Walking out of the garage and back to my vehicle. He wipes the blood off his suit and drives off down the road. A few blocks later, a row of patrol vehicles has there sirens blaring, rushing past me. A smirk appears on Frankie as he laughs, turning the radio on. 

Frankie wonders what to do next. Maybe go to the theatre or to the bar. Frankie remembers the stash of cocaine in his trunk and he pulls over into a parking lot. He gets out and opens his trunk. His eyes widen seeing the package of cocaine, grabbing it and closing the trunk after. Frankie goes back into his car and puts a small line on the dash. Snorting the entire line before Frankie folds back into his seat. Frankie somehow manages to get back to his trunk and puts the rest back in his hidden compartment. Frankie walks around the parking lot for a moment and goes back to his car. He starts the car's engine and begins driving out of the parking lot. Taking a right, going down to the Bronx. 

There is a particular block that attracts the local streetwalkers and is a frequent stop for Frankie if he doesn't get lucky when he goes to the local bar or club. He gains one of the woman's attention and she jumps into the passenger seat. Frankie smiles and floors it down the block. The hooker seems worried but Frankie seems to not care.