Jesse James
Frank James
Cole Younger
Bob Younger
Jim Younger
Clell Miller
Arthur McCoy
John Jarrette
The Chicago Outfit
Al Capone
Frank Nitti
Jack McGurn
Tony Accardo
Louie Campagna
Phil D'Andrea
Frankie Rio
Louis Barko
Jack McGurn shifted uncomfortably in the seat of the 1928 Cadillac, his sweat staining the plush seats. The reason for his discomfort wasn't the fear of an attack. The car had been built with enough bulletproof armor to withstand an attack by anyone stupid enough to try. No, the reason for his discomfort was his boss, the most powerful man in Chicago, Al Capone. Usually when Capone was in a bad mood he would rant and rave at anybody close enough to listen, and all Jack could do was hope that Capone didn't hear the snide comments that were thrown behind his back by some of the younger members. Capone was usually a fair boss, but McGurn knew that he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in the head of any smart-ass who pissed him off. But this was a different kind of anger, Capone hadn’t said a word in something like half an hour, and McGurn could feel the rage radiating off him like heat.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Capone was seething about, Ness. That bastard had been a thorn in the Outfit’s side for months now, and it looked like he’d struck again. A shipment from one of Capone’s largest warehouses was now half an hour hour late for delivery to one of the local breweries. McGurn would have liked to believe that they were just running late, although in the back of his mind he knew that wasn’t true. Anyone working for Al Capone (at least anyone who valued their life) never ran late. Although McGurn had never met Ness personally, he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just take the bribe. Men had done it before him, and men would continue to do it after Capone had left him a rotting corpse. McGurn guessed that Ness thought of himself as a man of principle. Well a man a principle never seems to last long in this city he thought glumly, as the two cars sped down the alleyway towards the warehouse. Kind of a shame really, now we have to make an example of him.
