#57

Lefty Sinister will wake up. There will be nothing but shattered rubble all around. “Where am I...?” he will ask, but then he will remember. He will be in the remnants of his gang's hideout. He will sit up and gently weep into his hands. His hideout was, or will be, a bar named “The Future Tense”, and by golly The Future Tense was the best fucking tavern in all the land. Whoever did this, or will do this, and got rid of his gang (kidnapped 'em? Whacked 'em?) will pay.

He'll pour himself as a drink as he thinks through all the possible attackers. Whistlin' Pete? Nah. Wilbur the Wanderer? Never. Capone Secondo? Unlikely.

Fox.

It will have to be goddamn motherfucking Fox.

Inspector Fox will be a loose cannon in the Boston Police Department. Mostly because he is, or will be, a hideous mutant. Fox will sometimes be known as the Headhunter, because he will have three heads. Stolen, it will be said, from other hideous mutants.

Mack Greasy will be the charmer of the trio; born with a shark's smile, Greasy's animal mutant-head is that of...well, a shark. He will sprout from Fox's left shoulder, for it will be Fox who controls the main body. He will be left in charge of charismatic motions, but also for the more vicious planning. While logical, Greasy isn't as wise or intelligent as Inspector Fox, and is often thrown off by the scent of blood. He'll have a severe issue controlling his murderous impulses when someone bleeding is about.

Puck will be the dreamer of the trio. As a vulture, Puck ought to be concerned with scavenging, but ultimately will spend most of his time believing that he is a faerie. This may be to compensate for his ugly appearance. During his weirder ravings, he will claim that he was the vulture who menaced Leonardo da Vinci in the crib, thus making him something of a “culture vulture”. Occasionally, however, his mad fantasies will generate plans for the much more grounded Inspector Fox.

Fox himself has a head that manifests as...well, one might be able to guess. Sitting pretty between Greasy and Puck, he will be a greater fusion of the two, possessing the charming calculations of Greasy and the brilliant dreams of Puck. He won't be too fond of the pair, however, even if they are part of his body.

The trio will have an interdimensional bicycle, which they'll use to occasionally visit and police other universes. This will be mostly just be obnoxious, from Lefty's standpoint. And he will know that Fox is doing this to particularly lash out against the New O'Grady Mob, who will have evaded him time and time again.

Hm? The New O'Grady Mob? Bleh. Well, we don't, or won't, talk about the Old O'Grady Mob. Information on that sort of stuff will be classified. For now.

Sinister will be the head of the New O'Grady Mob, even though his name isn't, or will not be, O'Grady. The real O'Grady died or will have died, or will have otherwise moved on, by the time these events come to pass.

“But such bullshit doesn't matter now!” Lefty will proclaim loudly. Now it will be time to hit the streets and look for the scoop on Fox. He will still have some stoolies who might be able to sell him some dope on the Inspector. And, perhaps, the whereabouts of the rest of the Mob. Provided they haven't already been killed.

Lefty'll load up his Chicago typewriter in his violin case and step out of the ruined bar. A brief glance upward at the broken neon sign overhead, a sworn curse of vengeance, and it will be time. The black and white city will swirl with cigarette smoke; and in that smoke, one will almost be able to see the palpable rage of one fuckin' pissed off mobster.