Night would shift his gaze towards the right, staring into the open fields constantly thinking of the girl he once dreamed of. His phone began to ring, out of curiosity he picked up "Hello?" a familiar voice begun to speak. He nodded his head a couple of times hanging the phone up afterwards. He sighed from the news he had heard his close friend had passed, the train came to a hold as the screeching noise of the breaks clipping the wheels against the track was heard throughout the train. Night slightly stood upwards looking around then sat back down shrugging almost. His phone once more began to vibrate he received a text "Get off, Now!" he slightly squinted his eyebrows looking up once more as he noticed the Boston PD and the FBI getting onto the train. He quickly raised his left arm grabbing his hood placing it over his head as he walked towards the back of the train, he slowly and quietly unlocked the back door, jumping out into the grass. Night sat there for a moment, the train started to move again the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Boston Police Department walked off of the terminal back onto the streets, he once again leaned upwards checking his surroundings as he walked away as if nothing happened. Night slid his front right hand into his front right jean pant pocket sliding out his phone, gently tossing it in the garbage can he raised his hand motioning for a taxi. He asked the driver if he could have a lift to the airport and for him to step on it.

1 hour later

The driver finally pulls up to the airport, Night smiled handing him a few dollar bills stepping out of the vehicle entering the Airport. He noticed the long lines to wait, so he decided to take an' a private jet to Los Angeles to meet up with his friends in hiding. The stewardess smiled at Night he smiled back. The desk man approached Night offering the ticket prices "Normal seating $350, or first class $750", Night chuckled slightly paying the man $750 for a first class ticket, the stewardess guided Night into the plane taking him into his seat, she grinned asking if he needed any assistance he kindly refused. "Ehmmm" Night cleared his throat as a friendly faced switched seat's from behind. It was his closest friend someone he calls a brother Donnie-Spilotro. "Donnie, hows things?" Donnie shrugged, as he began to explain the situation. Night nodded momentarily, his eyes enlarged as the news got worse and worse. He sighed, "We will have things figured out by the time we reach Los Angeles. Does the crew know we're coming?" Donnie nodded in agreement as Night nodded back. The two individuals began to write things down, and plan things out.

6 Hours later

The plane touches down in LA, Night and Donnie grab their luggage awaiting until he see's the card with his name on it and it just so happened to be his dear friend and mentor Rita. She picked the two up and drove back to the family HQ showing the brand new renovations and appliances, security and fortifications. Night smiled as the new family was going to be a very successful one. He was visited by his brother Joseph-Ligambi whom congratulated him on the success and wished their future working together would be a remember-able one. The rest of the family gathered around raising their glasses as they yelled "The Town" and celebrated to the new crew. Night sent Donnie to handled the unfinished business afterwards he headed to his office as he sat down and relaxed looking out into the beautiful Los Angeles night skies enjoying his time.

His phone once more began to vibrate he received a text 

What kind of witchcraft is this? Phones vibrating and receiving texts? in 1930? 

''Not to mention that Los Angeles seems to have access to private jets, a luxury not shared by anyone else in the nation.''

Pennywise holds up the door for Sovereign as they walk into the coffee shop, "Rita seems to have done a lousy job as a mentor".
 

Nods to Pennywise as he holds the door open.

''I can't comment on Rita's mentoring abilities, as I've never seen them in practice, but I would suggest that Mr. Nightcall commit to psychological evaluation. Or he needs to stop reading science fiction.''

yay, thank´s for nothing the town, what a waste of time