The Life of Crime.



New York City – 01:30am – 2013-05-27



Jason Goldstein is sat in the driver’s seat of the Chevrolet Camaro. It is parked up in a deserted parking lot in the South Bronx area for the city that never sleeps.

There is broken glass in the foot well. This is the result of the led pipe Goldstein had used to gain access to his next pay packet.

Leaning down under the steering column Goldstein is busy at work attempting to hotwire the Camaro into life. He should have smashed up the back window, he thinks to himself as the as the heavy rain batters into the side of his face through the broken drivers side window. Finally the engine roars into life and with a screech of the wheels he exits the car park.


The radio is tuned into 104.3 FM, Goldstein id pleased with his nights work and is singing along to some classic rock. The cars wheels screech again as he slides onto Bruckner Blvd before merging on to the Bruckner Expy. Weaving in and out of some other late night travellers he quickly exits onto Hutchinson River Expy. Aiming for the Bronx – Whitestone Bridge.

Damn. He slaps the steering wheel when his error in judgment dawns on him. This is a toll road. Thinking quickly he uses his elbow to knock out the remains of glass in the driver’s side window, at least now it looks as though the window is just open. Feeling confident that this car will not yet be reported stolen he continues on.

Arriving at the toll he slows to a stop and hands the change to the toll collector, before speeding off again. Upon crossing the bridge he exist onto Parson Blvd. He reaches into his duffel bag on the passengers seat and pulls out his phone.


Goldstein: Andrew, I am on my way to you now, yeah it’s a real nice one.


Hanging up his phone he drops it back into his bag and continues on to his destination, a chop shop in Queens ran by his friend Andrew Cundy.

Cundy was a less than favourable human being himself who had built his entire fortune on a life of violence and crime. In his younger days he was a bare-knuckle underground street fighter, and very successful with it. Moving on from that his means for making money changed to something similar to that of Goldstein’s. He currently has many businesses all over the city. There is no way he funded all of them by stealing cars and other petty crimes. There are rumours that sometime in the early nineties he got involved with the Ancelotti crime family. These rumours stem from sightings of Cundy in dinner meetings all over New York it Ancelotti family member Frank Garone. It was widely reported that The Ancelotti family had been having some issues with a rival family, The Gambetti’s. It was shortly after these meeting’s between Cundy and Garone that Sammy ‘Sonny’ Bottino wound up with a bullet in his head. Bottino being the Gambetti families Don John Gravelli’s right hand man would mean a big payday for whoever performed this hit. It was never confirmed and Goldstien had never asked his friend about the meetings with the Ancelotti’s, however there was no doubt in his mind that it was Cundy who ended the life of Bottino. With that setting him up for life.


Now heading down Murray Lane he checks his rear view mirror and notices something glistening on the parcel shelf. What is it? He takes his eyes off the road as he turns to look back over his shoulder to the rear of the car. There is suddenly an almighty bang as his head quickly turns back to the road a head. He slams on the brakes and stops in the centre of this quiet street. Looking at the newly cracked windscreen he begins to panic. Sweat is already forming in his palms as he turns to look back behind him. He notices and figure lying in the road behind him and he quickly opens the door and jumps out of the car. Once out he can make out the figure. It is what looks like a young man no older than 23, lying unconscious with blood dripping from his head.

Panic soon sets in as Goldstien quickly picks the limp unconscious body off the ground and carries him back to the car. Opening the trunk he drops the body in closes it behind him. Getting back behind the wheel he pulls away from the scene of the accident praying to god there was nobody on the quiet road to witness what he had just done.

Reaching into his duffel again he grabs his phone and makes another call.


Goldstien: I’ve f#cked up Andy. I have really f#cked up. I will explain when I get there.



Goldstien throws his phone back into his bag and continues on.


With Cundy’s Help



New York City – 02:35am – 2013-05-27



Goldstien pulls the stolen Camaro onto the driveway of his friend’s chop shop. He waits for a few minutes for the large garage doors to open before driving the car inside. The doors close behind him.

He gets out the car when the side door to the garage opens and Andrew Cundy enters wearing blue overalls and a bandanna on his head.


Cundy: What’s the big fuss my friend, I take it as you are here with this car that all went well, wait what the fu#k happened with the windshield?

Goldstien: I have really messed up this time.


Goldstien walks towards the back for the car followed by Cundy. He opens the trunk revealing the lifeless body of the poor young man he had hit with the car.


Cundy: What the fu#k is this?

Goldstien: I hit him with the car, he appeared out of nowhere. What am I going to do? This is so messed up.

Cundy: You stupid fu#k, all you had to do was get the car and bring it to me, then I would have given you some money and you could have walked out of here and headed to the bar you like and got drunk until your hearts content.

Goldstien: I know I’m sorry. What am I going to do?

Cundy: Ok, just settle down, I will help you sort this mess out but there will be no getting drunk out of your head tonight. This has cost you the payday you had been waiting for.


Cundy reaches into the trunk and checks the pulse of the unconscious body. Realizing he is alive he disappears back out of the garage leaving Goldstien visibly upset pacing around. A few minutes later Cundy returns holding a pistol.


Goldstien: What the f#ck you going to do with that?

Cundy: I am going to check the tyre pressure on the car, what do you think I am going to do with it. In fact I am not doing anything with it you are.

Goldstien: What?

Cundy: You go us into this mess you can do the dirty work sorting it out.

Goldstien: But I cant, I mean someone will hear.

Cundy: Look there is a silencer on the gun and besides I didn’t make this garage sound proof for no reason. Now take the gun.



Goldstien gingerly takes the gun out of Cundy’s hand looks at it nervously. Cundy reaches into a trash can and pulls out a body bag. Lying it on the floor he then lifts the body o0ut of the trunk and with some struggle manages to get into the bag. He zips the bag up so only the head his still showing. He then nods at Goldstien to finish the job off.

Holding the pistol between his two shaking hands he slowly attempts to aim the barrel at the head of the body he had knocked down with the car an hour earlier. Andrew Cundy is now looking around the car to see how bad the damage is and how much it is going to cost him. Goldstien is shaking like a leaf and all Cundy is worried about is his money, the whole situation not affecting him mentally at all. He had obviously done this before. Goldstien hadn’t. He hadn’t even held a gun before, now here he is pointing one at someone’s head with his finger on the trigger. Cundy stands next to him hurrying him on. Goldstein’s eyes close as he pulls the trigger. The silencer does the job intended as the bullet shoots out of the barrel and into the forehead of the unfortunate body that was just crossing the wrong road at the wrong time.

Goldstein’s eyes open as he steps back in shock and horror dropping the gun and dropping to his knees. Cundy steps forward and zips up the rest of the body bag. He then picks up his gun and walks past Goldstien tapping him on the shoulder reassuringly before heading back out of the garage.




The Disposal



New York City – 04:30am – 2013-05-27



Jason Goldstien and Andrew Cundy lift the body bag out of the back of one of Cundy’s construction companies vans. Goldstien on Cundy’s instruction has driven them to one of the sites that Cundy has been building some new houses on.

After carry the body for what seems like an hour through this construction site Cundy eventually tells Goldstien to stop. Looking to his left he can see some foundations that have been dug out during the previous working day.

Goldstien and Cundy toss the body bag into the hole in the ground and Cundy climbs into the concrete mixer and begins to fill the hole.

Goldstien just stares at the body bag as it slowly disappears beneath the tons of concrete being poured onto it. The thoughts of the events that have took place this night run through his head. At least it is over now and he seems to have gotten away with it, with the help of Andrew. He will take not getting his pay for the car as long as nobody finds out what happened tonight. He did question Andrew’s decision to kill the poor guy. I mean if he had it his way he would have dumped the unconscious body somewhere for someone else find. That’s Cundy for you though, always cautious. What if the guy remembered the car and it got linked back to him, or if he woke up before we dumped him.

With the foundations filled and the body bag gone forever Cundy jumps out of the truck walks towards and right past Goldstien who is still staring at the freshly laid concrete. He then turns and follows Cundy back to the van.



The Next Mission



Parts Unknown




Nightmare: My Apprentice unfortunately our mission with the Senator failed this time but we will deliver his nightmare one day. For now though we have our next mission’s. I have been given four names to bring our form of justice too. I will be completing three of them next Monday Night, there names, Alex Richards, John Austin and Shocker. 


First though we have an important mission,  His name is Andrew Goldstien, he has done some terrible things and we must now deliver his nightmare. Now I need you to gather the required information that we can use to make sure our job is completed successfully. Do you understand me?



The Apprentice nods.