"Here's the new kid, show him the ropes will ya?" Alfred's boss said shoving a thin young man towards him.
"Hello, name's Sergeant Alfred F. Jones of the Manhattan Precinct, but you can call me Alfred," he said smiling at the police force's newest recruit.
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland," he held out his hand. Alfred shook it.
"Transferred from England then?"
"Yeah, something like that," Arthur murmured quietly.
"We'll we've got our work cut out for us lately," Alfred said looking down at a map in front of him.
"What do you mean?" he sounded nervous, Alfred pitied him.
"Are you blind? It's the Roaring 20's for god-sakes! Their are some pretty major disputes going on between the largest gangs around," Alfred said running his fingers through his hair.
"What about?"
"Liquor, of course," Alfred said. "See here, from Ash Road to Baker Street between 1st and 10th avenue belongs to the Vargas Brothers. They're pretty harmless, comparatively. Then along Orange Lane to South Road also between 1st and 10th is the territory of the Beilshmidt Brothers. Unfortunately there are rumors that they are going to form an alliance with the Vargas Brothers, creating a huge problem for the other two players. You see here to here is what we like to call the Opium Den, it's what the Scarlet Triad specialize in. And finally the most dangerous gang, resides here," Alfred said pointing to the heart of the city, "The Soviet Mafia. They are some pretty scary criminals. Lucky for us we have someone on the inside for us. Hey you okay? You're looking a bit pale."
Arthur simply nodded. "How..how do you deal with these criminals?"
Alfred smiled sadly, "we try our best, but these days so many politicians are on their payroll. What this country needs is a hero, and that's what I plan to be. I couldn't save him, but maybe I can save someone else."
"Whose 'him'?" Arthur asked looking up at the tall blonde.
The cerulean eyes filled with grief. "My little brother. Didn't I tell you? He's a part of the Vargas Brothers."
"I'm sorry," Arthur said sympathetically.
"Yeah," murmured Alfred. "I just wish I could have saved him."
"What happened?" Arthur asked without thinking. "Oh..you don't have to tell me if you don't want.."
"Nah it's okay. You see he got mixed up with this dame, and it turned out she was in a lot of trouble with the Vargas Brothers. So Mattie, my brother, thought he'd go have a little chat with the business manager. He wanted to buy the girl's freedom, but to do that they demanded retribution." Alfred swallowed hard, "he took her place, and now he's buried himself so deep there's no way out. And that ungrateful dame just got herself in another heap-a trouble, and now there's no one to help her out."
"Wow I'm really sorry," Arthur said again.
Alfred nodded. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"It's almost midnight, no where's going to be open at this hour-" Arthur began to protest.
Alfred laughed. "You're in the city that never sleeps, I'm sure we'll find someplace."
The two officers donned their suit jackets and fedoras and headed out into the night life of Manhattan.
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