*thump thump thump* "Boss!"

It had a familiar tone to it, one of Sereno's workers was outside cooking up a storm of his own.

"It's Scratchy, he's got himself pinched. We gotta get him. BOSS!" *thump thump thump*

Moments later and Sereno was outside in the cold of Chicago. He was practically moments away from a hot chocolate, home made mind you, and some stimulating conversation. What was it that had him outside was the first thing Sereno queried in an annoyed and blunt tone.

"The fuck is the matter here? What happened to Scratchy?"

The associate was by himself and breathing heavily. He'd only legged it from a waiting vehicle yet the plumpness of his figure together with his overweight borderline obese health status told the story. He wasn't the guy you'd want at any leg of a relay race. His red puffy cheeks were hard at work sucking in the cold air. He calmed himself then replied.

"Scratchy got pinched. Not sure what he done, but he's in local lock-up right now."

A call to Giovanni Accounts and Finances had now made it through the grape vine and now to Sereno. It wasn't the best time to be needed to handle something like this, given his appetite and sounds of feed me rumbling around in his stomach. He didn't write the script, yet if he did he would've at least preferred a chocolate biscuit and hot beverage with the heads up.

You got a desperate phone call from Scratchy. They are holed up in the Chicago slammer, you should bust them out.

"Alright, let's get him out of there before he hits county."

Sereno exhaled a sharp breath then set his mind to task. Everyday drew new challenges for the Chicago businessman and left hand man of Koehler, so it wasn't unusual to be pulled away from one thing and thrust into another. You just had to mentally accept shit as it was and move on with complete focus. A lack of full commitment could be enough to get you pinched, or worse, in a shallow ditch somewhere.

As the two men paced toward the waiting vehicle, Sereno made a mental note to get reinforcements on the way. It was going to be one of those days where he'd be armed, rolling heavy and anyone that needed to be shot was fair game. Scratchy had too much against his name to be processed and transferred to either Chicago's County Jail or House of Corrections. With the Evolution Wise Guy still at a local lock-up it would be a quick smash and grab, or so he hoped...

As Anton was clearing out his table full of documents in his office. He knew he have to get a secretary for this shit. Fucking Scratchy is suppose to get him a new secretary, looks like he has to do it himself then. As he was minding his own business, suddenly Poliski came running into his office. 

Boss, sorry for the intrusion. Sereno's office just called, he found out that Scratchy has just been nabbed by the cops and he is on his way to pick you up.

Anton look confuse and proceed to inquire more.

Scratchy? Caught by the cops? For what? Stealing donuts from kids? That boy won't even hurt a fly for crying out loud. 

I am not sure sir. Mr Sereno is on his way probably it's best to ask him yourself. Anton waves Poliski out of his office and proceed to make a call.

KL, listen I need you to be on standby, go to the warehouse, gather a few men and load up, wait for my call.

After he hung up, he went over to his safe behind the lighthouse painting and took his favorite 1911 and a few clips out. This was gun given by the Don himself, he has had it ever since. As Anton slid in the pistol into his shoulder holster and put the remaining spare clips into his jacket pockets, he put another small Beretta 418 into his ankle holster. It is a small gun but in time of needs, at least it offers some sort of protection. 

As Anton walks out of his office, he motion 3 of his bodyguards to follow him out to the car and wait for Sereno to show up. 

Guys, get some extra clips. Some big shit is about to go down. 

A rainy evening within the walls of Chicago, Scratchy finds himself wondering the streets - looking under cars for good parts of metal he could use in his spare time to repair and fix mechanical objects for his family. Around an hour passes - with cars scratched with a key to mark for another day where he can get away with a perfect steal - he finds himself in his own car. 

Now drawing into night - the twilight enlightened the sky for a little while, as he turns the ignition and drives off into the north side where his apartment lies and that is situated near his families HQ. Scratchy, half way out of the door gets rammed by two dark figures, they dressed in black suits and fedoras, yet they shout;

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP,"

Hit with bare fists and kicked while on the floor, Scratchy was soon put in an semi-unconscious state, and dragged by the two large men, what was heard after while being dragged was a conversation going back and forth;

"Yeah, this is the dirt bag," 

"What he got in his shitty car?"

"Wheheyhey', looks like we're got some cut keys, seems like our kid here been stealing some cars, haven't we?"

"Not for a loooong time where he's goin-" As soon as the officer finishes his sentence - a fist is planted into Scratchy's face and thrown in the back of a police wagon. 

Confused and loosely within reality - Scratchy is handcuffed and is slanted in a police cell, alone and his face bloodied and bruised - one of the officers controlling the cells tells Scratchy his charges;

"Heh, think you couldn't get caught huh?" The officer pauses to smirk, "If you didn't know what you've done, you little rat, the car you stole, has been returned and the coke that was found inside of the vehicle has been destroyed," The officer spits on the floor of Scratchy's cell, as he laughs towards the reception.

A few minutes within his cell - he's given one phone number to call.