"The man casually puffed his cigarette while leaning quite comfortably against the street corner. He had appeared, unnoticed, at the corner a moment earlier and after glancing once up and down the broad Chicago street he settled into his confident slouch against the corner. His suit was a gleaming white, a stark contrast to the ragged appearance of his fellow Chicagoans rushing to work in the cool morning air of summer '28. The suit exuded an aura of power and status, a fitting match for the owner. He waited. Patiently. He fixed his hat, tilting it even further downwards as an elderly passing couple glanced his way. This is a man who valued his privacy.
Not so suddenly, a car glided towards the edge of the sidewalk. With the car barely stopping the man had, in one deft movement, flicked his cigarette away then strode toward the car, reached for the shining silver handle of the passenger side and slid neatly inside, closing the door behind him. The car was a typical luxury car of the time with only one minor difference. On the back panel the initials 'A.C' had been stamped. It was registered in the name of a certain A.Capone.
As the car accelerated away a gust of wind threw the man's cigarette up in the air. It fluttered gracefully through the air and landed in a rain gutter, unnoticed, at the street corner where the man in a white suit once stood."