The streets between the Matiotte Hotel and the bridge to Panama we the turf of Miami Marauders. No one in the south side of the city dared harm a female upon death. The group started as vigilantes.  Allen was a 6th level blackbelt. His father, Marc Lancor, had him in karate classes at the age of 5.<br/><br/>Allen Lancor was coming back from a run. He was going to their local city hang out when in the corner of his eye he saw a figure stalking a female into an alley. Allen slowed his homemade chopper down and turned into an empty lot. He was followed by Rick Nelson, his uncle, and Gene Carson a founding mother and Vietnam veteran. All the  men were pure muscle and vigor. in the case of rape were violent killers.<br/><br/>Allen made sure his steps were silent against the concrete sidewalk and he was stealthed in the darkness.<br/><br/>He witness the man placing his left hand of the you female's mouth. Her eyes peering in the darkness begging for a rescuer. Allen rush right and the other men blocked the attacker's exit. The three men jumped on the attacker and forced him to the ground. Allen let his "brothers" do the dirty work. The man was stabbed and beaten to death.<br/><br/>Allen was the first to stand and he removed his leather, club jacked and wrapped it around the terrified woman.<br/>"You o.k. miss? He won't be fucking anyone. Don't worry he's dead and won't be any trace of him or us.  My buddies and I will be happy to buy ya a drink and escort ya home."