Youre a pick pocket living with your crew in an abondoned theather in Brooklyn in the year of 1899, New York. Pick pockets and newsies did not get along, like at all, and for any reason what so ever. Newsies were all about making it through hard work selling papes and getting just a few pennies for it. While pick pockets stole to get what they needed. Of course, pick pockets were considered low lifes cause theyre reputation was that they were liars, untrustworthy, and overal scumbags. Not all of them were but newsies didnt seem to get that. You and your crew kept it to yourselfs, you did what you had to do and that was it. You goofed around, you stole, you made deals and agreements with other crew's in the city, and you lived your life staying out of trouble...welll...as much as a group like yours can anyway. Spot Conlon was the leader of the Brooklyn newsies and the most respected and feared of all. The other Boroughs knew better then to mess with him and his newsies cause they were the toughests. One day, you were working on the streets, doing your own thing with your crew, Spot just happend to be selling his papes there, He study you and your crew from afar, taking in every detail, from ages, to skills, to appearences. Spot hated pickpockets on sight, and he would be damned if he was gonna let some dirtbags do theyre dirty work on his turf.

Spot: Oi! You there!

Upon hearing Spot calling, all of you scurry away splitting up so its harder to catch everyone. It was something you and your crew had established early on so you could be safe. Spot decides to go for the leader...you.