Walls were closing in. The Feds knocked over the grow room BlackAtom had operated with his drunk uncle. His paper was running thin, having only the stack of cash given to him by his crewleader, BlueOrchid. He had shown promise but the authorities were on to him.

BlackAtom knew that it was a matter of time before they took out his entire money making network. He drove to his small apartment, where he kept a cot, with a crate set adjacent and a radio sat atop. The telephone was on the floor in the corner of the room. BlackAtom opened the door and went to the window. The Feds were sitting outside, waving, as if it were some joke to them.

BlackAtom went to the telephone. "Hello operator! Get me one-seven-seven-zero Barbara Way," BlackAtom said as tried to light a joint while holding the telephone receiver to his ear. "Hey, I gotta job for ya. Meet me at that underground spot we went to before... yea, the one where I help run the bootlegging thing... Ok, see you there." BlackAtom hung up the phone, puffing his sloppily rolled joint. He took one more look out of the window and walked out of the door.

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The next morning was bright and sunny. Warm, crisp air blew through the streets of Paradise. Everything was quiet. You knew something was about to go down when everybody goes indoors at the same time. No one was around but the Feds, with one car, parked outside the bootlegging place that BlackAtom had interest in. There was another surveillance team around but who knows where they were hiding.

The sound of tires peeling interrupted the flash mob of Las Vegas pigeons in the road. A black car stopped suddenly in front of the bootlegging joint and three men jumped from the cabin. The Feds just sat and watched as three men robbed the place. As the robbers left the scene, the Feds in the car gave a hand signal. About thirty seconds later, another car pulls up, carrying the Lead Investigator that was tasked with taking down BlackAtom's operations. As the investigators cars came to a halt, there was a knock on the passenger window, the window belonging to the Lead Investigator. The Feds in the car turned and saw BlackAtom standing there with a smile. "I got you now!" BlackAtom shouted, almost through the window at the Federal Agent. BlackAtom didn't know his name yet and that didn't matter.

The Feds kept a stone look on their face, but they were stunned. As BlackAtom walked into the darkness of an alley near the bootlegging establishment, he began planning his next move against this Lead Investigator and his team.

The cozy neighborhood of Barrel Dunes kept a nice community watch program. Homeowners met every weekend for an hour to discuss meaningless and uneventful things. They occasionally voted on certain ideas, eventually electing a leader. The residents of Barrel Dunes decided that Timothy Jacob was a perfect fit for the job. He had been working in law enforcement for the past 7 years and knew his way around the law.

Once a month, Timothy and his group of homeowners would go to the bowling alley and play a few games. They celebrated each other's success. Most recently, the homeowners of Barrel Dunes threw a party for Timothy. He had just been given a high profile assignment to take down one of Las Vegas' most lucrative criminal enterprises. Timothy's neighbors were impressed.

After a fun night out, they all decided to go home. They drove together in a fat-husband motorcade. A little ways behind them, drove BlackAtom. Sometimes, people step in some shit they can't get off of their shoe, and don't even smell it.

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The next morning, Timothy went outside to his front yard to grab the morning newspaper. People were walking their dogs and the children had already went off to school. He picked up his newspaper and turned around to walk back to the front door of his house. As he did this, he noticed that paint had been smeared on his car. Upon closer observation, he realized that it was drawing of an atom, with neutrons in orbit.

BOOOM!

Timothy's car exploded in a huge ball of fire, throwing him six feet and leaving him on his back. As he sat up, Timothy noticed that he no longer had eyebrows and all he could think of was "This is the work of BlackAtom." It wasn't safe for Timothy Jacob anymore. His life and livelihood was being threatened now. Timothy made a real enemy in the lower ranks of the mob.