Introduction:

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Respect was not something that came lightly. You had to earn it. It was a dog-eat-dog world. If you weren't tough, you were nothing. Especially when you battled the streets of New York in 1899.

Spot Conlon knew he wasn't much to look at, a short man, and not very intimidating, but his attitude would suggest otherwise. You insult his size, you would meet a certain fist hammered in your face. You insult his friends, you might find your life threatened.

His gray eyes would pierce through you like two silver knives. You couldn't lie to him. He would know. You couldn't cheat him. He would find out. Spot Conlon had ways of operating his life that was a mystery to all. One knew immediately, when they stepped into Brooklyn, they were in Spot Conlon's territory.

It was a place he loved. He had a name, status… Respect.

So why did he go?

Why did he choose to leave that place?

It is a question that cannot be answered with barely one brief sentence, but many. Have patience, and I believe you will grow to understand our renegade leader, and his final decisions.

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Signed,
--RedRogue