December 24th 1920 - Queens, New York

Antonio Gambino walks down the street of Rockaway Boulevard. It's cold and snowing but no matter, he is hustling to get home after visiting with some friends around the corner. He turns the corner wondering to himself what his parents bought him for Christmas. Was it that Nintendo system he was wanting? Something about duck hunt and holding a gun always gave him great joy. He turned the corner to his block and was immediately met with loud sirens, cops filled the entire block.

He quickly became nervous and ran down the block. His heart pounding with each foot. Finally he got to his house at the end of the block. To his disbelief cops were filled at his home. He tried to run in the home when a officer stopped him.

"Hey kid! You can't go in there!!"

"B-b-ut my parents??"

He suddenly knelt to the ground, his knees digging into the snow filled pavement. He burst into tears as his parents were both stretchered out. Blood covered their bodies as a white sheet was put over them.

June 11th 1927 - Queens, New York

Antonio quickly runs into the restaurant and takes off his jacket and hangs it up. He runs in the back and gets on a apron.

"Tony! You're late! Get to work on those damn dishes nowwwww!!!"

Richard, the owner of The Babylon restaurant barked at him.

"Sorry Rich, won't happen again."

"It better not or I'll throw your ass out on the streets, you good for nothing!"

Richard was always getting on Tony regardless of what he did. He knew Tony was in a bind and needed a job but in turn he made Tony his slave paying him close to nothing and treating him horrible. Tony in return, felt gratitude for having been given this opportunity to make some income. He felt forever indebted to Richard because of this and took the verbal abuse.

"Sorry Rich, I really need this job."

"Need, need, need...Why is it always about you!? What about me you pesky kid!"

Richard through a dish rag that slapped Tony across the face.

"TONY YOU MORON!"

Suddenly both Richard and Tony stood in shock as a large men yelled out.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

It was Frankie Luchesse, better known as Big Frank. Frankie and his family controlled the Queens district. They were brought up on several charges by the NYPD and FBI however nothing ever stuck. Evidence always went missing and sometimes even witnesses disappeared. No one was ever able to get anything concrete on them. He was a feared man and respected man.

Big Frank loved to wear his pin-striped suits on a daily basis, 7 suits for 7 days he always liked to say. Big Frank had been observing what was taking place and had enough. He immediately shot out of his chair. His two...associates reach for their jacket pockets but Big Frank shook his head no. He went over to Richard.

"What's the problem here?" Big Frank eyed up Richard.

Richard, trying hard not to piss his pants nervously responded.

"N-n-Nothing Frank..I mean Big Frank...Sorry I mean sir, nothing sir."

"Doesn't look like nothing. Hey guys does this look like nothing??"

Big Frank turned to his two associates and asked, one of them replied.

"Looks like something to me sir."

Big Frank smirked.

"Yeah, looks like something to me too."

Richard quickly feeling the heat attempted to calm the tension.

"Sir, I apologize. This idiot kid keeps messing up, I just whip him into shape as much as I can. It's like he's just a box of bricks, I am so ti-"

"SILENCE!" Big Frank yelled cutting off Richard.

"What gives you the right to act and treat this boy THIS way? Are you his mother or father? What's the madda with you??"

Richard doesn't know what to say and just stares into the eyes of Big Frank.

"I'll fix this." Big Frank says as Richard starts to plead. Big Frank looks at Tony and Tony looks back at Big Frank, directly into his eyes which not much people had the balls or heart to do.

"What's your name kid?"

"Tony, sir."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes sir"

"Okay."

Big Frank nods his head as one of the associates pulls out a gun and puts two shots into the chest of Richard. The Silencer keeps everyone outside unaware and no one else is to be found in the restaurant. Tony's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he is completely shocked. His jaw drops.

"Tony.." Big Frank turns to him.

"Y-y-yes sir?"

"You work for me now." 

Big Frank says as he puts his arm around Tony. They step outside and a limousine is waiting for them. Tony looks at Big Frank and Big Frank nods. They step into the limo.

October 24th 1931 - Queens, New York

4 years has past since Big Frank took Antonio Gambino under his wing. Big Frank has been more of a father figure to Tony. He has taught him the business but Tony was always a little hesitant about it. He was more interested in the numbers. Making the family money, keeping up with the books and being a all around financial advisor for the Luchesse family. 

Tony sits in his limo. He is wearing a pin-striped suit ala Big Frank. He looks down on his shoes and they shine. He wonders if his parents would be proud of how far he's come on his home. He thinks about them every now and then but is thankful for meeting Big Frank. Big Frank has always been there for him. He has protected him financially and also kept other wiseguys away from Tony.

By now Tony was well known in the organized crime world. He was known as the Cerebral Executioner because he was so smart. Because of him being a hot commodity he was targeted a few times but Big Frank always made sure he was well protected. Big Frank looked to him as a son and took necessary precautions as he would do for his own son.

"How much longer driver"

Tony askes the chaffeur.

Less then 5 minutes sir.

The driver replied. Tony was going to visit Big Frank. He hadn't seen Big Frank in over 2 weeks. There had been some heat in the area as a Tattaglia made man had been gunned down at bar seveeral weeks ago. Don Tattaglia placed the blame on Big Frank and accused him of putting the hit out. This was far from the truth but because of a possible war brewing Big Frank made sure Tony was out of harm's way in the event a war did break out.

The driver pulled around to the block of the Luchesse Estate. Tony's heart immediately skipped 2 beats.

...............

The scenes were all too familiar to him. It was a instant flashback all coming into reality. He came out of the limousine and stood there. Afraid to take a step, afraid to hear the worst. He gulped and took one step. The cop sirens were all drowned out as Tony could hear his heart pound and pound and pound. Suddenly one of their associates, Paulie came up to him.

"Tony, sir."

"Paulie...what the hell is going on?"

"Tony..."

"Paulie TELL ME??"

"Tony.....T-t.....Tony...It's Frank."

November 6th 1931 - The Strip, Las Vegas

Tony walks down the Las Vegas strip. His eyes survey everything. The lights, the people..he takes it all in. He wish Big Frank was here to see him but that couldn't happen as Big Frank was brutally gunned down almost 2 weeks ago.

Tony just couldn't take it anymore and had to leave New York. He decided to come to Sin City and make a new life. He thought alot as he walked down the strip. About his parents, about Big Frank. He remembered Big Frank always protecting him and him not being able to return the favor.

He shook his head as he lit a cigarette and continued walking. Tony knew he was intelligent but just wish he was more. He just followed and followed never stepping up and being the true leader Big Frank groomed him to be. Tony continued walking remember all the advice, all the conversations and all the wisdom Big Frank had given him.

He finished the cigarette and threw it on the pavement. Tony knew what had to be done. He didn't want to follow a path. He was set in making his OWN path and leaving others a trail. He no longer wanted to be a sheep. Tony looked up and the skies above and said aloud to himself.

"The sheep's clothing is gone Big Frank. The wolf is now here."

Tony smiled as look out on the road ahead. THIS...the world and everything in it was waiting for him and he didn't intend on wasting any of it. Just then four men came up to him. These weren't any men. These were wiseguys. Tony realized this could very well be it. Had Don Tattaglia sent a hit squad for him in Las Vegas?? A man approached him.

"Antonio Gambino?"

"Yeah, that's me?"

"Tony?"

"Yes."

Just then the 4 men parted and another man came out from the crowd. He was well dressed and looked at Tony. He stared and stared and then nodded. The mystery man finally spoke.

"Such a small world. What a coincidence."

Tony confusingly asked.. "Who..?"

"I know you want to know who I am......my friends....they call me....."

"AT"