It has been 5 years since I was home here at Manhattan, A war that forced me and my family to lay low indefinitely, and now that I've returned a lot of things have changed... no.. almost everything has changed, no familiar faces, names, families. It seems as though I have entered a new world. It's not all that bad because this means I can start fresh, the loyalty that I gave to my colleagues in the past I can now give to The Bigly Boys. I just hope I'm up for the price we pay for the life we choose.

I stand on a corner lighting a cigarette while thinking of all these, taking up all the changes, I walk into the local bar and asked the bartender for some brandy. 

"Any word on the L'alleanza Leale?" I asked the bartender

He just stared at me plainly without uttering a word while handing me my shot of brandy.

What was I thinking asking him anything about the old crews?, maybe someone else could tell me what happened.

I light up another cigarette and listened to the radio.