It was autumn, in London. John "Monty" Wickerman was the owner of a small auto-electric car garage. He was a simply man of thirty four with a lovely (if chain smoking) wife and they had an eight year old daughter together. His life however had taken a turn for the worst when some skinheads, locally known as the 'The Longstreet boys' due to a term from a particular road most of their original members grew up. Well these skinheads decided that since Monty's garage was on their terf he ought to be paying them protection money. They gave some usual threats, go to the police and the family gets it, pay on time or accidents happen. His hand was eventually forced and he paid up, but upon failing a payment they broke into his garage during the night and torched the three cars that he was working on. As a result he owed quite a bit of money he didn't have.<br/><br/>This was when he was advised to contact one Alan Blackwood. Word got out to several people who were suffering under the thuggary of the Longstreet boys, and combined they had put together a pretty purse to entice young Alan into setting up a series of events that would lead the Longstreet boys right up to the bobbies and behind bars.<br/><br/>But first....he'd need a team. He was quickly approached by a "grifter" by the name of Andreana who offered her services.....now all they needed was the rest.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>It was raining outside "The Crawford Tavern," Monty (who was now representing the group of interested locals) had just departed his most recent meeting with Alan & Aden. The deal to set up the Longstreets had been set up, with Monty gone it was now time to get a team together, which meant they had a few stops to make around town.