Geoff Ramsey was proud to say that he controlled exactly 89.2% of the crime in Achievement City. He rose to the top of his crime empire with good old fashioned blood, sweat, tears, and booze. Lots and lots of booze.

Well, and a top of the line crew. The Fake AH Crew, they were called. Some of the most skilled mercenaries, criminals, vagabonds, renegades, hackers, thieves, and various types of hoodlums the country had ever seen, all packed into a tightly-knit gang. Nobody pissed off one member of the Crew without pissing off all of them. And pissing off the Fake AH Crew was just about one of the worst mistakes anyone could make.

Crime Boss Geoffrey 'Lazer' Ramsey, was, as such, near the top of nearly every Most Wanted list within a radius of 200 miles. Yet, he took almost daily strolls through one of Achievement City's more scenic parks completely ignored by authorities. The Crew had more than a few contacts inside the ACPD, and a couple well placed bribes usually kept the force off their backs until they did something really ballsy. His normal route consisted of a quaint ice cream shop just across the street from the park. The small building was painted in pastels and manned by the eternally smiling waitstaff who always greeted Geoff with a smile and an offer for the daily flavor.

The daily flavor was drug money. The ice cream shop was one of the many distribution points for the Fake AH Crew's lucrative side business. Geoff was a man who did not cut corners, and absolutely refused to let anyone outside of the main Crew pick up money. He always kept the more fun pickups to himself, though. Geoff strolled in the shop, his arrival noted by a small bell over the door, and leaned gently by the register, greeting the cashier warmly. "The daily flavor, and a lemon-twist cone," Geoff ordered.

The cashier nodded and stepped into a back room, whispering something quickly before popping back out and grabbing a cone and an ice cream scoop. Geoff waited, playing with the button on his suit, and sending a quick text to Michael that no, grenades were not always the answer. The back room door opened again and Geoff looked up and stepped forwards to the counter, ready to grab his money and his ice cream.

Geoff was not amused when he saw a pistol aimed at him. The manager of the ice cream shop, one of his most trusted lackeys, held the gun and stared Geoff down. "Aw, come on, Dave, what's this about?" Geoff said, looking around at the unsuspecting patrons in the shop, noting the two kids at the corner booth. Geoff never liked getting children mixed up with the Crew's activities.

"You know exactly what this is about!" Dave replied, making a big show of releasing the safety on the gun.

"No, I don't. It's why I asked."

"Shut up!" Dave yelled. His volume caused the innocents in the shop to turn at him. A teen, who was previously enjoying a nice date with her girlfriend, shrieked when she noticed the gun. "You ain't the best anymore, Ramsey! There's a new player who's coming to take you down!"

"...Are you the new player?" Geoff asked, gesturing to the gun.

Dave's face contorted confusion for a brief moment, then settled on rage. "No! But this new guy, this new guy, he pays me triple what you are."

Geoff took a step towards the ice cream counter, where the cashier was holding the lemon-twist cone and staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. "Hey, how much for that cone?" He asked.

"Don't ignore me!" Dave screamed. "I'm done being just a grunt in the Crew! I've been here years, Ramsey, years!"

Geoff briefly turned to look at Dave before turning his attention back to his ice cream. "Look, man, I just want my ice cream and my money. Don't be such an inconvenience." He handed a wad of cash to the cashier and grabbed the cone.

"An Inconvenience," Dave said. "I like it." Dave steadied his aim at Geoff. "Well, at least you gave me one good thing, Ramsey. A new name."

"Look, Dave," Geoff said, pulling over a chair and sitting down, taking a lick of his ice cream, "we both know you don't have the guts to shoot me. It's why you're working in here, remember?" Geoff had known Dave for years. Pulled him off the streets after he dropped out of high school and gave him a place in the Crew. Kid couldn't hurt a fly, and after hearing about what his home life had been like, it was no wonder to Geoff that Dave had an aversion to violence. An excellent drug dealer, and a better manager of the biggest distribution center the Crew had. Hell, Dave was even a vegetarian he was so anti-violence.

Dave pulled the trigger. He didn't flinch, aside from the knock-back of the pistol, even when his ex-boss' brains and blood stained the pink walls and his blue uniform. Customers screaming around him, Dave calmly leaned into Geoff's blank stare. "You don't know anything about me, Ramsey," Dave spat. Dave pulled back from the corpse and shoved the chair over, enjoying the dull thud the body made when it hit the ground.

The cashier stared in horror as Dave calmly walked out the back entrance and pulled out his phone. "It's done," He spoke when the call connected.

"Good. You've done well, Dave."

"I'm not Dave anymore. Dave died with Ramsey. I'm An Inconvenience."

The voice on the other end simply hung up, possibly so An Inconvenience wouldn't hear their laughter. An Inconvenience slipped into the city undetected through the dark alleys.

Meanwhile, police and ambulances were arriving at the ice cream shop, quickly whisking away body. The police refused to comment on the identity of the victim, even though they knew exactly who it was.

Geoff Ramsey had been murdered.