The pair had been stalking their prey for weeks. In Tommy's opinion it always paid to learn your targets routine before moving in for the kill. This was the chosen spot, the only time their mark would be truly alone. Even the most morally righteous characters had to visit their mistresses every once in a while, and thankfully Tommy knew exactly the right leverage to have her be elsewhere tonight.

Entering the apartment Tommy found his mark stood at the window, his foot tapping impatiently as he waited for his bit on the side to appear. Tommy pulled his favored piece from its shoulder holster taking aim he put two rounds in the targets chest as he turned towards the open door. 

Standing over Eliot Ness's twitching corpse Tommy put a final round between his eyes and turned to FuriousWolf, "That should send a clear message to the citizens of Chicago, ain't no filthy rat bastard cops going to stand against us."

"That's the last of them boss, TWJ can rest easy knowing there's none of them Untouchables left standing," responded Furious Wolf.

Tucking his piece back into its holster Tommy turned away from the corpse smiling, "Untouchables eh, certainly has a ring to it, anyways we best scram, the laws gonna be hot on our heels. Lucky the Mayor is on the pay roll."

The pair dived into the waiting car which sped off into the suburbs of Chicago, heading to a hide out stashed in rural Illinois where they could safely lay low. A couple weeks of boozing didn't sound too bad.

*****

A few weeks later Tommy met with FuriousWolf and ThomasShelby outside the remnants of an old run down building in the Loop, Chicago. The street already busy at this early hour as people made their way to work. They funneled past the waiting pair giving them a wide birth. 

"So, what do you think?" asked Tommy.

"A bit rough around the edges, could do with a bit of work," responded FuriousWolf.

"I've got big plans for this place, its going to be the new Head Quarters of this thing of ours," smiled Tommy.

Leading FuriousWolf and ThomasShelby by their arms Tommy entered the dimly lit building. Work crews busied themselves preparing the Head Quarters a banner spread across the foyer announced the new crews name "The Untouchables".

In a lavishly decorated back room Tommy sat the pair down. He retrieved a box of fine cigars, cutting the ends he passed them to his two hands. Puffing keenly he lit his cigar passing FuriousWolf the lighter.

"I trust you both with my life, this thing of ours must be protected at all costs," Tommy stated exhaling a plume of smoke.

His newly positioned hands both nodded, eagerly swigging at their whiskeys.