October 7, 1993 in Michael City, Carryuga.
It was an unseasonably warm October evening on the city's northwest side. Frankie Mala and his girlfriend Veronica Smith were driving home from a party at 1:40 am. Frankie was somewhat beer-bellied and very drunk, while Veronic was sweating from all the drinking at the rave party earlier that night.
Frankie Mala and Veronica though suddenly, due to poor judgement, ended up in a very run-down and derelict part of Michael City just north of Marisa and Jackson Streets. The surrounding area was mostly deserted save for a liquor store on the corner with katy-bars on its front entrance. Weeds and rogue trees had overgrown parts of the surrounding neighborhood due to decades of neglect and blight. The streetlights were a hellish shade of orange and yellow giving the neighborhood an ugly brownish glow.
"Frankie, we're in a very bad part of town. I hope you know what you're doing" said a somewhat scared Veronica although Frankie laughed at the -barried liquor stores, dirty windows and graffiti everywhere were all signals that the area was unwelcoming to anyone who had money.
A drunk Frankie responded, albeit awkwardly due to the alcohol "Don't worry honey. Nothings gonna happen to us. What makes you think that a bunch of homeless fuckers are going to scare us anyway"
Both laughed, almost unaware of that three figures were approaching them. As Frankie and Veronica were laughing hysterically, almost jokingly trying to scare each other, they heard the sound of crow bars hitting the car, and both suddenly froze in terror. Frankie noticed a gun pointed at his driver's side window with a female figure.
"Get the FUCK out of the car! Both of you!" screamed the woman, her barely visible face showing a genuine rage. Although barely lit, her face was lit enough to show it in detail despite poor lighting. She had long curly hair that was just a little over shoulder-length, a big nose, and big eyes that were very light colored, light enough to easily distinguish her iris from her pupils although her eyebrows scrunched up, indicating that she wasn't messing around. Her lips stretched in rage, teeth showing. She and the other two were dressed in somewhat dirty clothing, none were wearing baggy jeans.
Veronica was pulled out of the car by force by another female, this one had long, somewhat wavy hair, dark eyes, and very petite form. Veronica was shoved away from the car and tripped over the curb, landing on her hands which landed on a pile of garbage on the side of the curb.
Frankie on the other hand had a gun pointed at his ear, the look of terror on his face, Stella having a sadist and murder look on her face. "Now get the fuck on the ground!" yelled the Greek woman.
"B..b...bbu..but" stuttered the drunk Frankie
"SHUT UP!" the woman screamed, jamming the barrel of the gun at the back of his neck, and then kicking him into the middle of the street. Frankie suddenly, jumped, in an attempt to stop her but the gun fired, hitting him square on the knee, causing him to collapse onto the ground, yelling in pain. Veronica screamed in horror at what was happening. Bonasera herself aimed the gun square at Veronica's face. Stellas eyes were hidden by the shadows cast by the shape of her nose and eye sockets. and then getting into the car which drove off. The police showed up, sirens flashing but the three women though were gone, leaving only Frankie and Veronica shaken in the middle of the pothole-laden street.