Behemoth had heard some really interesting things lately on these very streets and he wandered down to listen to the people.

He rocked up on his brand spanking new Humber gentleman's roadster, cost him a fair bit too, one of the finest rides around. He parked up by a nearby lamp post and pulled out his lock, he couldn't afford one of those swanky chain-like gadgets which could fix your bike in place, he had to make do with the standard wheel-clamp lock which fixed the rear wheel in place, he leaned it on the lamp post and asked one of his heavies to stand guard.

Wandering deeper into the crowd he was listening to all the stories of those who had chosen to share them, stories of sadness, stories of joy, stories of money, drugs, sex and the likes, it was all going on around here, he stood for a moment nodding to this one gentleman who had just done a terrific speech about Father's Day, oh boy was it a good speech, he nodded along and smiled thinking of his old man who had passed only a few years back.

After the last of the community were finished talking he pushes his way to the back of the crowd and slips out to where he left his bike.

"Holy Mother Of god…" He shrieked. .

Not only had his employee gone AWOL someone had removed the front wheel off the forks and it was nowhere to be seen. .

In it's place was a note which read…

I have your wheel and soon your soul, good luck finding out who I am

With love,

PoisonousJelly

Behemoth fisted the air and shrieked once more before carrying his bike back to the HQ, today was a sad day indeed.

"Damn you PJ, Damn you!"

He arrived back at the HQ and the guy at the door handed him another note which looked mysterious, he gave it a once over and couldn't believe what he read, it was from his mother claiming that his father was not the man she once believed him to be, it was apparently some scouse who liked to steal hubcaps and bike wheels…

At that moment Behemoth passed out…

PJ was walking down the streets of Las Vegas. Smiling and whistling as he takes his time to enjoy his last act of scousness. With his new found bicycle wheel in his hand he starts to swing his arms as he walks while straightening his back. It was the posture of a confident man that was oozing from him. His mind though was never far away from the important questions of life. What is the meaning of life? How many monkeys does he now own after that massive monkey orgy that damn near ruined Fort Izzel's basement? Did that random girl ever get the abortion he so desperately craved all those years a go?

He suddenly spotted a car down the street with shiny new hubcaps and his mind quickly reverted back to business. Smiling he made his way there with the stealth of a pro.

Who dares thinks they can have hubcaps in my city?

Anthony never gambled, the money was too hard to earn. Neither did cruising down the Vegas strip appeal to him, all the women wanted money and the hustlers wanted even more. He found the business district quieter than the strip as he cruised his New Yorker down the street. He finally found what he was looking for, Bleddyn's Pub. He parked the car and started inside with one thing on his mind, scouse. He stopped and looked back at his car, he checked the area and decided no one would dare touch it after seeing him get out of it. Anthony stepped inside the pub.

TheBaron was walking down a Las Vegas side walk looking to score some easy cash by robbing some banks when he notices Anthony walking in a local bar. TheBaron decides to play a joke on Anthony and begins to pick the lock on the door and put 4 pounds of cocaine in the drivers seat. TheBaron calls the cops and reports a drug deal in progress. TheBaron then walks into the bar, sits in the far corner so that he may have a clear line of sight to Anthony and waits for the cops to come.

As PJ waits in a near by alley, scoping out the shiny hubcaps before him he notices a single man fumbling and playing with the lock of the car. "Amateur" he thought to himself. "I'd have had that lock open in 2 seconds flat and this guy has been fumbling for at least a minute now". He notices the un-skilled gent shove something in to the drivers seat before he quietly closes the door and enters Bleddyn's pub. Smirking to himself he takes his opportunity.

All with in the blink of an eye the hubcaps are gone as well as what appeared to e roughly 3-4 pounds of cocaine. Easy score. All that was left to be found in the car was a note that read...

I have your hubcaps, cocaine and soon your soul. Good luck finding out who I am.

With love,

PoisonousJelly

ps, I just stole your hubcaps.

Hearon noticed his friend Anthony's car had no hubcaps and decided he didn't need his new leather seats either and he stole them he noticed PJ's note so he moves it to the steering wheel. And, left his own not next to the other that read.

<please excuse the seat I needed them for my 1937 Cadillac V-16 Hauptmann Cabriolet thank you

with respect,

Nicholas_Hearon_JR>

Anthony enjoyed the scouse immensly, unlike his dear mothers stew, this stuff tasted like it was made in a pan that had once cooked some lamb. As he walked out to the street he stopped dead in his tracks. Then ran over to his car. Someone had touched his '39 New Yorker. Someone who lacked fine motor skills, or maybe just bone structure. It was the worst pick job he'd ever seen, insted of taking some time the guy must have clawed his way past the lock in seconds. Scratches all over the door. To top it off, his gold plated hub caps were missing.

Damn it all, someone has got to pay for this.

Anthony sighed and got in the car, he sat down hard on the steel floor boards, his spine compressed an inch at least. All he could see were two notes, one well written, one in crayon. The window knocked. Anthony turned his head to see a cop standing outside the car, grinning. "Finally got you Returns, get out the car and just tell me where the drugs are." Anthony crawled out with as much dignity as possible from a car with no seats and no hubcaps. "I would think a big shot like you could afford a better ride Returns." 

Hey, I want to report a theft. Four gold hubcaps, you need to find the slimey sons of bitches who took em and quit harrassing me.

The cop looked unimpressed. "We got a call about a drug deal going down Returns." Anthony remembered the note.

Oh yeah, it aint this car your looking for. Its a 1937 Caddy v-16 Hauptmann Cabriolet. He's got the stuff in his seats, he's carrying spare seats, its a dead give away, that and the crayons.

As the fine LV PD flew into action, Anthony walked back into the pub for a drink or three.

Hearon pulls up at the airport in Las Vegas walks in buys a ticket to New York he purchases the ticket and walks to the plane when a policeman stopped me and said

COP:  Sir please put your bags down

Hearon:Ok officer is there a problem

Cop:Just drop the bags sir

The policeman opens the bags and starts the search he finds nothing

Cop: Ok Hearon theres nothing in there this time wonder why Anthony told me u had the Cocaine?

Hearon: Sir I think TheBaron may have got them I saw him there

Hearon gets on the plane knowing TheBaron hadn't got the drugs that it was PoisonousJelly he though it would buy him some time to stash or sell the drugs