It was 2032, streets bustling with life as they had for over a century, Alfreds office was on the third floor of the law firm on 23^rd street, the room had been enveloped with mere hours of impatient tapping on a hardwood desk when he had received a call on the office phone regarding a suspected murder of a bar tender on 17^th, Russ just had to get down there. 

By taxi, Alfred arrived at the ‘Mcdonna Bar’ it was rather peculiar to him that the windows were covered top to bottom in flyers and posters, but he continued on without a second thought.

Almost instantaneously as Alfred entered the bar, he had noticed a fowl stench that reached through the room. Alfred Russo stoop precariously over piles of broken glass ^{(see evidence 1)} to the partially decayed body of barkeep Tony Cox, looming over the top of the body was David Barceloni. Barceloni and Al never really got along as he had cost David his place on the police force. During the investigation David had stated something regarding the 45 calibre bullet casings scattered across the floor. Apon closer inspection the shells happened to have small markings ‘SP’ ^{(see evidence 2)}. “I know that logo” Russo said “it belongs to a munitions shop on 12^th ave” “Best get down there then” added David.