Tommy headed firmly towards the hotel. His party spirit has vanished and he was now left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He stormed through the crowds ignoring the startled cries of the people he pushed past. The necklace was clenched tightly in his fist. He felt the diamonds dig into his skin. He reached the hotel in no time at all. Tommy ignored the snotty glares of the finically well-adapted people and burst into his room, slamming the door behind him. He grabbed the bottle of scotch and collapsed on the sofa, knocking the empty glass to the floor. He took a swig from the bottle as he opened his hand slowly. His dark brown eyes looked at the expensive Celtic cross decorated with the finest diamonds. Tommy took another mouthful of the potent liquid and stuffed the necklace back in his pocket.

Tommy awoke several hours later. His head throbbed painfully as he opened his eyes. The dawn sun illuminated the room. Tommy ran his fingers through his scruffy hair. He groaned and looked at two empty bottles lying on the floor. Tommy sighed miserably as he staggered to his feet, cursing at his hangover. It wasn't a good start to a very busy day. He stumbled into the smart bathroom and took a long cold shower. The icy water seemed to snap him awake and wash away the groggy hangover.

He clambered out the shower, water dripped from his hair sending trickles of water down his face. Tommy quickly got dressed in a smart black suit that looked more suitable for a funeral rather than business. He combed his hair back neatly before sliding over to a mirror to check over his appearance. He had managed to hide his bloodshot and tired expression under a sinister smirk. Today he would start to settle into Liberty and tomorrow...well it would be a day of chaos and death.

Tommy pulled a handgun from his duffle bag. He smiled as he slipped it into the holster under his black jacket. It was surprising the sort of things you could smuggle into Liberty airport without any awkward questions being asked. Tommy noticed something sparkling on the floor. He shook his head solemnly as he picked up the necklace and stuffed it into his pocket. He turned abruptly and left the hotel room. In the morning light the occupants of the hotel seemed prim and proper. Businessmen keeping their minds on work or the latest meeting instead of booze and women. The rich strolled around as if they owned the place, their noses on longer swollen or inflamed from sniffing substances. In fact no one stood out of place. They had enjoyed their wild night and now it was the time to appear like pillars of society.

Tommy waited outside the main hotel doors as he hailed a taxi. A warm and promising sun peered through the thick clouds of smog. A bright yellow taxi stopped beside Tommy. He got into the taxi silently. The driver peered over his shoulder at his new fare. "Where to skip?" he asked with a strong New York accent. Tommy leaned back in the seat and smiled politely, "Capital Autos". The driver frowned, "What in Portland? Cause that's gonna cost". Tommy sighed, "Yes in Portland. Look you worry about driving and I'll worry about the fare" he said sounding a little agitated. The driver muttered something about his luck as he revved the engine and swerved into the fast moving traffic.

The driver seemed to be an aggressive fellow and used his car more like a weapon than a vehicle. In fact he had almost collided with two slow drivers, rammed a battered suv and cursed at countless other road users. Tommy rolled his eyes and tried to shut the drivers irritating voice out of his mind. His first priority was to get his own set of wheels. His cell phone rang shrilling snapping his awake from a trance like sleep. He answered the phone only to hear the stern voice of one of his enforcers. "Boss, a guy who refers himself as Fido is asking to see ya. He says he's gonna squeal unless you cut him in on the territory fight" Tommy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, "Alright tell this guy that I'll meet him at Mr Wong's Launderette in an hour" he paused for a moment, "And if anyone else starts asking after me...silence them, got it?"

"Right boss" the voice at the other end of the phone replied quickly. Tommy hung up and looked out of the window, he could see the scruffy buildings flicker past. He glanced at the back of the driver's head for a moment. The car swerved around a tight corner, the tires shrieking under the strain. The car dealership came into view and the taxi abruptly stopped throwing the driver forward for a second. The driver looked over at Tommy and smiled, he wasn't going to let this fare get away without paying. "That'll be 150" he said happily. Tommy scowled at the outrageous price but pulled a leather wallet from his jacket. He pulled out a hundred and fifty-dollar bills from the mass of money that was rammed into the bulging wallet. Tommy shoved the money into the driver's hand angrily as he got out muttering bitterly about taxi drivers. However he shook his head and focused on the task at hand. He looked at the range of cars with great interest.