In the back room of a New York bar Henry sat counting a haul from his most recent bank robbery. Suddenly a loud crashing sound followed by shouting echoed out from the bar, Henry frantically stuffed the cash into a bag and stashed it behind a stack of barrels. He quickly reached for his pistol and dashed out front to see what all the commotion was. Greeted by the sight of two men with knives holding up the bar tender for cash Henry raised his weapon toward the assailants but said nothing. The assailants recoiled in fear, shock and awe. They both just stare at Henry, one of their mouths open but nothing audible comes out. Luckily the bar was quite empty at the time but there were still one or two folks dotted around. Henry looked around at them, gun still trained on the two assailants.

"Get up; take your drinks and leave. You didn't see anything and you certainly don't want a part in this."

Henry watches the onlookers leave before turning back to the two miscreants at the bar.

"Now for you two"

Suddenly the lifeless offenders sprang to life

"Please, please I'm begging you we didn't realise you were here we…"

Henry jumped inbut he then lowered the gun and began to pace, wondering to himself what to do with these two. Killing them would only bring more heat on himself but he can't afford to let them get off lightly. Again one of them tried to plead for mercy :

"Please stay calm, we can get y…" A red hot wave of anger suddenly flows through Henry his face turns bright red, his expression alone sends them again recoiling

"Calm? Calm?! Right now I'm calm, half an hour ago I was extremely calm in another 20 minutes I'm going to fucking destroy you son"

His breathing grew increasingly erratic as he raises the gun back toward the head of silent assailant.

"One reason, give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't put you worthless fucks out of your misery right now?" They both start babbling "the money, take the money, have it , it's yours"

Henry peered over toward a large bag they were carrying. He quickly looked at them, then back at the bag then back at them. "Open it, let me see" As the bag opens up it reveals a huge haul, one that would put Henry on the map and put to shame his recent run of heists. "Where the fuck did two low life hoods get a swag like this from? Fuck that it doesn't matter, throw it over here" Henry motions toward himself with the gun and they quickly follow his order. As Henry's attention is taken by the large haul next to him the two assailants begin to back away. As soon as he spots there attempted escape Henry becomes irate again. "Did I say you could go?" In one quick motion Henry struck the smaller of the two offenders with the handle of his pistol. "Now, You can get the fuck out of here but if I ever see you again that will be your last day above ground." Quickly they both scramble out of the bar. Henry frantically locks the door then hurries to his new haul. Only then does he realise that the bar tender had been laid on the floor the whole time listening to the whole ordeal, scared. As Henry peers over the bar the man on the ground begins to try and communicate "I didn't see anything I didn't hear anything I won't say anything honest, honestly please…" Henry reaches into the bag and takes hold of a roll of cash which he promptly throws to the bar tender. "for the inconvenience" The bar tender was stunned to silence. Realising that this was now a crime scene and he had to get out Henry dashed back into the place he stashed his bank robbery loot. Grabbing it he made for the exit at the back of the building. This was it, this was a life changer and now he had the money to kick up to the Godfather in order to get himself noticed, the springboard for his criminal career.

Maestro, strolls in, sees three men, one with a gun, "Okaaay, not going in there...." then continues down to Dimitri's bistro, where just as hes about to go in, two men run by, the same men from the restaurant, one with blood on his head, the other a large piss stain, they stop bend down, hands on their knees trying to catch their breathe, they start talking about telling their sponser and getting rid of Cooper for good!! so Maestro calls in a favour, and has these two fitted with cement shoes, a drove off to their sponsers house, with a note attached to them explaining this was a lucky day for them and they should retire! The next day Maestro walks by the restaurant, again walks in, this time Henry is on his hands and knees, yellow gloves and scrubbing blood from the floor, " who Was it this time, the bartender Henry?"....Henry throws Maestro the same cash he gave the bartender, Looks at it for a second, then Maestros throws it back says sorry i don't wanna end up like him! and does a sprinter!!

To say Wade was unhappy was an under statement.He watched as the FBN agent nearest to him slit his $500 pillow and empty its insides.It had been 40 minutes since he had got the knock on the door,which means he had been home an hour and a half as the time was now 6am.The destruction of his property annoyed him enough but to interrupt his sleep like this was unforgivable.The officers had entered mob-handed shouting the odds about some bank job or the other in New York.Sure Wade HAD been in New York yesterday,but he had been dropping off a large package of heroin,he didn't know anything about a bank job.But as this didn't really appeal to him as an alibi he could use,he kept his mouth shut as the officers tore his home apart.

As he watched yet another FBN agent pulling up his carpet,Wade's anger rose once more.Somebody out there had hit the mother load and he was having his home destroyed as payment.That simply could not be allowed,there would have to be some pretty hefty renumberation coming his way.He was 90% sure with his LA ties and his fathers old ties with New Orleans,he could solve this case waaaaay before the police could.And thats when the fun would begin,but first the matter at hand.The lead officer was approaching him saying something about going to the station.Wade simply nodded and followed the man's lead.His lawyer was on retainer and would have him out in an hour.His investigation could wait that long......just.

Sometime later Wade hangs up his phone.His search had proved fruitful and his associates had provided a few strong links,such as a name  'la maestro' and a bar in New York.Absently running his hand along the blade of his faithful katana Wade decided upon a course of action.He would go to New York,go to the bar speak with the bar man and find out what the man knew about the bank job and this 'la maestro' character.He would find the bank robber and one way or the other any debts would be paid.Picking up the phone once more he phoned a taxi to the airport before ringing his connect in new york to arrange for a package to be waiting for him when he landed.Sitting back Wade survery the destruction.Somebody would pay....

Going about his daily routine of prowling the back streets in search of an easy mark to pickpocket, he hears a comotion from a nearby building. He sees a man covered in sweat and piss come out the back door. He mumbles something about not going to be an accessory to a crime like that. Leesil sees he has a huge wad of money in his hands. He puts it in his pocket long enough to catch his breath and gather himself. Leesil see's his chance.

WHAM!!!! The bartender ses the ground rushing toward him and hits the ground with a loud thud. He hears someone whisper in his ear.

"You go sleep now. When you wake up, you not tell no one nothing. If you do, Leesil find you. Trust me, you not want Leesil looking for you."

Leesil then places a strategic strike to the back of them man's head with the butt of his pistol. Leesil takes the money he had in his pocket plus whatever was in his wallet as well.

Another easy score for Leesil.....today anyway.