You are a troublemaker of first class. A manece to sociaty and a danger to everyone you come in contact with. At least thats what everyone seems to think about you so why not be exacly what they expect you to be? You have been terrorizing Brooklyn for the past few months. In that time, there have been several enconters with a certain Brooklyn newsie and his friends...Spot and the newsies have been trying to put an end to your reign of terror for quite sometime now, doing everything they can think of. But nothing has work yet and you manage to disapear everytime they catch you somehow. Everyone hates you, but no one hates you more then Spot Conlon. One summer evening, Spot and two of his best friends, Tommy and Jacks, were heading home to the lodging house when they hear whimpering from down an ally. They didnt know it yet but had just taken a beaten from a very angry, very drunk, bum. Of course youve taken beatings before but this one takes the cake. You feel like you cant move. Spot, Tommy and Jacks walk further down the ally to find you on the ground half awake, half past out, bloodied and bruised.