You sense something is off. A feeling of paranoia, like someone is stalking you. Just then a mysterious figure emerges from the shadows. He is dressed in a long black trench coat with a fedora tipped low. You can tell he is packing heat, probably a Tommy Gun. As he gets closer, decisions race through your mind. Duck and run? Open fire? Try to reason with this maniac?

Decisions, decisions, a split second longer and you might get wacked. You freeze up, and decide to see how it plays out. The shadowy figure slides his hand inside his coat. As his other hand thrusts opens his coat; you get ready to duck and return fire. "This is for you," the man says in a raspy voice. He extends an envelope towards you.

As soon as you grab the envelope, the man mysteriously disappears back into the shadows. What a strange night, and who was that man, and what is in this envelope? You decide its time to get some answers, and open the envelope.

The letter reads, "Tired of overpaying these fat coppers? Ever have the desire to cut down the fuzz where they stand? If so, meet me in the back of the warehouse on 112th and Adams, and bring the chopper squad." Signed DBCooper.

112th and Adams, back of the warehouse...

*PLIP PLOP PLIP PLOP*

 Rain steadily leaks through the roof, splashing into a pool on the ground. The large warehouse is cold and mostly empty. Alert and downtrodden, a single young boy sits on a wooden crate studying DB pace back and forth.

*SQUEACK SQUEACK*

A rat quickly scurries across the floor. "Disappointing, disappointing," mumbles DB. "Where is everyone! Where is the chopper squad, where are the gangsters of this city! Is everyone a coward, does nobody hate these greedy coppers like I do," DB exclaims.

The young boy nervously replies, "I.. I.. am here, and I.. I.. am ready to shoot them all. Just let.. let..  me know what to do, and I will do it. I ain't scared of no dirty copper. Those coppers killed my ma, and tossed me out on the street. I ain't got nothing left, just.. just.. give me a heater and they will all pay."

DB begins to grin, "At least we have one real gangster left. Lets give them a little more time kid, but if nobody else is keen to get a little payback me and you will do it ourselves. In the meantime start loading these Thompson drums. Were gonna need them all."

It was late night and oRagnar was standing at his office pissed about the failed drug trade about earlier. He was told that some cops were the ones to bust his guys and to his eyes that could not stand. There had to be put word on the street that it is not the Police that runs these corners. They shouldnt even breathe unless told so! 

Trying to figure out how to solve this thing out, one of his guys entered the office and began saying:

" Sorry for interrupting you boss but i heard from a source of mine that there will be a shootdown at the streets. Some other mobsters are also trying to take out the very same guys that have been busting our balls for a really long time. " 

With some kind o light on his eyes oRagnar stood up and told him to get every one of his skilled shooters and go down to where this was going to happen. Also get me a phone call to DBCooper . His assistand gave him the phone and when someone picked up oRagnar started explaining the details and that he was bringing the cavalry to assist. 

In a short time around 7 people gathered in oRagnar's HQ and went out to join DB. 

1 hour later

Two blinded cars approached the old warehouse that dark as hell and seemed out of order. However when they entered they found DB there with some young fella'. oRagnar with a smile on his face approached the little guy and told him:

"Go home kid. Let us handle this. We don't want new blood to be killed for nothing, i am sure that you will prove yourself another day so yeah , like the saying goes 'Live to fight another day', we will defenitely need you a bit later"

He than turns towards DB and says:

"So are we doing this or what ?"

Kakuzu heard of the news regarding the cut down of the police, normally the type of police that follow their little job to the letter. Kakuzu couldn't stand those types of cops, they get in the way of business and end up busting your favorite workers that have money to make, he suited up and went outside of his broke down "hideout" with haste. A tommy gun was in the backseat of his car, he wanted to bring the heavy load. Wearing a trench coat just for the design of hiding a good part of the weapon. He drove to the address that was listed in the envelope, the downpour of rain weighed on his ability to drive but he made it there in one piece.

The place looked strange and run down, but better that nobody knows anybody is even here. The lights of his car shined up the street, however Kakuzu turned off the engine and stepped out, going over to the backseat and grabbing the Tommy gun, he gripped it with his right hand as he hid it under his coat so no one could see it clearly. Kakuzu entered the warehouse, seeing DBCooper and oRagnar. A small grin was planted on his face as he walked up to the duo.

"We getting this done or not?" He stated blatantly.

DB welcomes Kakuzu and oRagnar, with a proper tip of his hat. "Appreciate the backup gentlemen. We are gonna wait a little while longer, see if anyone else cares to join in on the fun. In the mean time feel free to rummage through these crates, take as much as you need."

One quick pull from a crowbar and an old crate busts open spilling fully loaded Thompson Machine Guns on the floor. "These will help us cut down a few coppers, but.. these now these are another story." DB proceeds to open a second crate, but this time gently.

*CREAK*

As the crate slowly opens, the room goes completely silent. Inside the crate lay sticks of dynamite and hand grenades. In fact, enough explosives to level a police station or two.

"Load up on these as well. We can go over the plans in a bit, but basically once were done the police will be a thing of the past."