Once upon a time there was a vicious gangster. He exploited people all over the city and everyone knew not to fuck with him. Then came the gang war with the eastside. He threw everything he had at it and although coming out the winner, he was a spent force. The westside gang was the new power in town - they'd profited nicely from our antihero's troubles. His crews drifted away from him and when the eastside bosses formed a new cartel they were calling him 'the poor man'. There was nothing for it but to hook up with the eastsiders - those westside swindlers weren't to be trusted, even though they'd worked for him back in the day. He came up with some tasty financial scams which kept the moolah flowing, so the eastside cartel were happy to keep him around, even though he was surly and resentful. But the thought kept troubling him - should he really be running with this dysfunctional bunch of clowns? Then busts came across the city which hit all the gangs. He'd had enough. "Fuck you" he blurts out to the eastsiders, "I'm going my own way, but I want a fair cut". "Sure" says the cartel with a crooked smile, "we'll see you right". But he knows they won't just let him walk away. He'd hoped to run some jobs with the westside gang, but they were suddenly looking less friendly. Will he cut a deal with the cartel, or will he hit the mean streets hoping to make it on his own? Find out this weekend in the next installment!