After Sane left, it was quiet...too quiet.
The streets had been overrun with crooks, lookin' for the biggest prize out there. It was supposed to bring glory to whoever had it in their posession. That's why you had so many people after it. Everyone from single parties to the Mafia themselves. It was in everybodys sights, but nobody seemed to know where it was. The city of New York was up in arms. You had people in pin stripes, holdin' guns running around the streets wherever you turned. You couldn't sleep at night without hearing the unmistakable sound of a tommygun. That's what the 1930's was about. Crocked deals, and even more crocked cops. Everyone seemed to be workin' for someone else, but at the same time, they were also out for themselves. New York had become a hell hole, and an infestation of lies and deceit had found it's way there. It didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. The whole place, lookin' for one prize, and steppin' on anyone to get there.
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"Hmm...interestin' lookin' place." Description
"Wouldya expect Z? This is the big apple, New Yowk." Description.
"They really mean big, don't they?"
"Of course. It's the city that never sleeps, the most excitin' city in the world."
Car.
Dante.
"You twos friends of Stevenson?"
"We don't know no Stevenson."
"You must be, or why else wouldya be here?"
Action. :"Who're you?"
"The name's Dante, what brings you two here?"
"We just got into town and..."
"That means your lookin' for the Heavyweight title..." Action. "Well you can't have it."
"We don't even know where it is." Action.
"Nobody does, but you're not gonna be the first ta find it."
Tommygun. Shoots.
Pulls out gun, "Run."
Run.