Place: New York, New York. Subway Station.
Time: 1:30 am, April 20 1931
"Damn cops." The dark shadow swore to its self as it ran down the stairs into the famous subways of New York, New York. The lamp lights gave colour and features, revealing it to be a young man of around 27, with coal black hair, and glinting silver glasses. He was going to out run those stupid cops again, and make sure his prescious cargo was delivered on time, or his name wasn't Bradley Crawford, mafia made man. Long nimble fingers ran lovingly over the sawed off shotgun under his once pristine suit, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Boom boom boom, footsteps echoed from behind him and Crawford was off once again. "If I can make it to the service ladder over there.." He though to himself, sighting it over the tracks. There was no other way he could escape. He bolted, stepping on to the track and reached for the ladder.not being able to reach it. Gold brown eyes looked down in surprise, and growing horror to discover that his foot was stuck in the slats. His keen sence of hearing caught the clickity clack of the train coming.
"Oh Shit.." There was nothing poor Crawford could do but watch his doom come with stoic silence. He really should have seen this coming.
Time: 1:30 am, April 20 1931
"Damn cops." The dark shadow swore to its self as it ran down the stairs into the famous subways of New York, New York. The lamp lights gave colour and features, revealing it to be a young man of around 27, with coal black hair, and glinting silver glasses. He was going to out run those stupid cops again, and make sure his prescious cargo was delivered on time, or his name wasn't Bradley Crawford, mafia made man. Long nimble fingers ran lovingly over the sawed off shotgun under his once pristine suit, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Boom boom boom, footsteps echoed from behind him and Crawford was off once again. "If I can make it to the service ladder over there.." He though to himself, sighting it over the tracks. There was no other way he could escape. He bolted, stepping on to the track and reached for the ladder.not being able to reach it. Gold brown eyes looked down in surprise, and growing horror to discover that his foot was stuck in the slats. His keen sence of hearing caught the clickity clack of the train coming.
"Oh Shit.." There was nothing poor Crawford could do but watch his doom come with stoic silence. He really should have seen this coming.