Birmingham.

You’re at an extravagant party, unknowingly filled with gangsters from multiple gangs, when a panic abruptly washes over the room. There seems to be a commotion in the front of the room; you look around and see that someone is threatening to blow everyone up with a bomb.

Several officer agents flood into the room and cautiously approach the man, while other agents evacuate guests. I lead the team that’s going to face the bomber, and I’m also starting to get annoyed since me and my buddies were just hanging out and now all this just HAS to happen. What a day. I wear a three-piece suit crafted from heavy-weight wool or tweed, featuring a single-breasted jacket with peak lapels, a grey single-breasted waistcoat, and high-waisted grey trousers. The suit is tailored with classic lines and impeccable tweed textures, all in black. During colder weather, I complement my ensemble with a notch-lapel overcoat. My attire is completed with a pocket watch with an Albert chain attached to my waistcoat, and black toe cap leather boots. My friends and teammates are dressed similarly, we’re all professional, after all. But although we work with the cops, they actually work for us since we’re the most powerful gang in the whole of the UK.

And I’m the leader.

I hum softly as I walk inside, my gang behind me, and I chuckle, saying to my older brother, John,

“Looks like we’ll be taking this under new management, eh, John?”