As Tom walked down the road he pulled his great coat collar up by his ears to keep the cool Chicago wind at bay. He had two things on his mind...catching up with the lads at the pub and a piss. He continued to walk his bladder threatening to burst with every step until he came across a rather dark alleyway. He turned into it and pissed up against the wall.

After shaking off he continued his journey to Stinky's Bar not a single soul in sight. The lamps on the side of the road illuminated the street just enough to see the man walking towards him. Tom thought nothing of it and kept walking towards him. The man stopped in the middle of the footpath and turned to lean against the wall. As tom walked past the man clasped his shoulder. "Thomas Shelby'' The man said half asking half telling. "We need to talk you fuck'' Tom felt a barrel push up against his back but could see both hands of the man talking to him. He noticed the mans Northern Irish accent. ''Red right hand is it?'' Tom asked. He was bundled into a car.

After spending an eternity tied to a chair a man walked slowly down the stairs to the basement he was imprisoned in. The man walked up to him, hands behind his back. "Mr Shelby. As you understand you caused us many problems back in England. If you wish to leave here alive you WILL listen to me boy'' Tom looked up the man and spat. The man calmly walked up to Tom and took off his cap. "Fuck" Tom thought. This man knew about his razor blades. His only escape.

The man walked around and cut the rope off his hands. He grabbed Toms arm and twisted it up behind his back. Tom screamed in pain and heard a sickening crunch. "Peaky Blinder" the man laughed.

''No. Koehler crew now'' Tom replied clearly in pain. The man started to hit Tom with a piece of pipe. "Leave. I will have a job you cannot refuse Brummie''