New York was different than she remembered. Growing up, it had always been warm evenings in the restaurant; large helpings of spaghetti and kids running around playing kick the can with flashlights in the alley after dark. Things had changed, and it was more than just the skyline. Life seemed more miserable than ever to the working poor, and it was these people who suffered the most when the mob began to expand its operations.

Ginny Hayes pulled her coat around her, guarding against the chill of the late autumn afternoon as she finished up her window shopping. She'd been loitering around for over an hour, waiting for a specific black sedan to creep by. When it did, Ginny walked over to where she'd parked her Harley Davidson, pulled her helmet on, and nonchalantly followed.

Over the bridge and into New Jersey, she kept herself a few car lengths behind her target as they entered an industrial district. Gunning the powerful motorcycle, Ginny passed the sedan, and disappeared into the maze of warehouses.