After the long drive to New York Tom and Mohommed stopped for a beer before carrying out the job they were tasked to do. "So I believe this is your first job for Giovanni. Now ya cant fuck up or you wont get another chance. So if I can ill let you pull the trigger'' Mohommed looked at Tom nervously and nodded. As Tom finished his drink a young boy of eight ran into the bar barefoot, ragged clothes on his back. "Mr Shelby! Mr Shelby!" The boy ran up to Tom panting. "The O'Higgens lad is there now!'' Tom patted the boy on the head, slipped him a Dollar and collected his coat. "To hell and hopefully back we go"

20 Minutes later

Tom and Mohommed walked down the road of the New York Irish quarters with haste looking for hells kitchen. When they came to the destination Tom whipped out a Revolver and pushed open the door. The dining area was packed and flames roared in the kitchen. A few men looked up at Tom and Mohommed awkwardly quickly looking away. Tom spied a man in the kitchen giving orders. He knew this was the man.

Tom patted Mohommed on the shoulder and entered the kitchen. The man giving orders looked up at Tom "Your not allowed ba-'' Tom hit the man over before he could finish. "Run from Chicago boy? Mr Bannon says ello" Tom picked him up from the floor head first and slammed him down on the grill. He screamed but Tom only laughed out of enjoyment. By now the Kitchen was empty. When Tom grew bored he turned to mohommed. "Shoot him" Tom walked out.