Year: 1940
Location: East end of Boston
Time: 10:35
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It was a quiet winter night in the east end for one weasel taxi driver named Micheal Straind.
Sitting in his car smoking a cigerette, he was dressed in a black suite with a drivers cap.
After a long day, he decided to rest a bit, let his car relax from the long day of going around town delivering people from one place to another.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him this fine night.
Without warning, he heard it.
*BANG*
Startled, he looked to his side mirror and spotted two guys running from another group.
But what really got his attention was what they where holding.
Guns.
Not wanting to be apart of anything, he tried to start his car.
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