Johnny Sicario knows his way around town. Sicario is a young, handsome, Robert de Niro look-a-like who grew up in Hoboken, NJ. Causing trouble was one of his favorite things to do from petty theft to carjackings. Johnny was driving in the dark, eerie night when a car pulled up next to him and threatened him to get out of his car. The driver showed a weapon, which intimidated Johnny to get out of his car. Johnny was forced into the back of the car and had a bag placed over his head, so he was unaware of where he was going.

Johnny and the kidnappers finally arrived at this unknown, mysterious location for which the men removed the bag from his head. He took a huge swath of air, and finally worked up the nerve to ask the men where he was to which one of the men replied, “You’re at the mob boss’s headquarters, and he wants to have a word with you.” Johnny was shocked, but proceeded forward, as there was nothing he could do, lest he be killed. As he approached, a rather spacious and luxurious home appeared off into the distance to which one of the men said, “This is where the mob boss lives.” Johnny’s heart began racing and nearly thumped out of his chest as they got closer to the door, but as they got to the grand entrance, the big man himself, who goes by the name of Corky Von Duren suddenly appeared. He was a rather burly man and was wearing a green suit with a blue fedora.

He welcomed Johnny with open arms and whisked him inside. Corky offered Johnny a drink of Sherry and he accepted. After the niceties were over, Corky revealed his true intentions for bringing Johnny over to his house.

“Johnny my boy, you’re well known around here and town for causing trouble, aren’t you?” Johnny replied politely “I….. I guess you could say that”. Corky, sitting behind his desk, in a plush red chair then asked Johnny what “kind of trouble” he was up to. Johnny became nervous and began pacing back and forth trying not to reveal too much, but Corky had enough and snarkily asked him “What are you waiting for, go ahead and speak!”. Still not getting an answer, Corky revealed to Johnny they had gathered the information on his whereabouts anyway and were just “testing” him to see if he would crack under pressure.

The pressure was released from the room, and it was time to get serious. Corky led Johnny into a secret room where they could talk official business. “I’ve heard great things about you Johnny, said Corky. With what you’ve done in the past, I think you’d be great for this upcoming “job” I have planned.” Johnny, initially skeptical, but unwilling to pass up a way to earn a quick buck, asked to hear about this “job”.

Corky went on to describe a precious gem that is the only one of its kind in existence. This unique gem is known as the “Greystone” and is priceless. It’s large, tan in color, and worth millions of dollars. Johnny, shell-shocked by the planned mega-heist, asked Corky how they would accomplish such a job. “Listen kid, I’m the one who thought of this great idea. It’s your job to carry it out for me, OK?”

Before Johnny left, Corky told him that he would be staying at his house the entire time to prevent any potential discoveries of the heist. Johnny went looking for potential crew members to help him carry out the heist afterwards, and that’s when he remembered a few buddies he had years ago. Two of them, Vitor Scarpacho and Tom Piziali, are two of his closest friends and he met up with them to discuss the job. Much hesitation arose between the three, especially Vitor, but after some convincing from Johnny, both agreed to take part.

Arriving back at the house, Johnny took the two men to his room where they would conceive of a scheme to steal the gem. He revealed the gem was in a museum and was locked in  impenetrable glass and was surrounded by an invisible barrier through which if anything had passed through, an alarm system would sound. Clueless, the other two men hadn’t any idea how this job was going to get finished, but Johnny, being the sly man that he is, had a trick up his sleeve. See, he’s been to this museum before, so he suggested to the men that he go back and scope out the place and see where they keep the security running.

Later the next day, Johnny went to the museum and spent the day “looking” around, trying to not act suspect. As he came out of the washroom, he happened to stumble upon an unmarked door which he assumed was the security room, which upon inspection, he was right. He noticed various buttons that controlled the sensors that went off and a whole bunch of other junk as well. He now had the intel he needed to steal the magnificent gem.

The next day, he got his crew together and told them today was the day of the heist and they’d better be ready. Johnny knew the museum closed around 8:00p.m, so he and his men let out in their 1930 Rolls Royce and set off for the museum. As they rolled up, they saw a security guard exiting the building, to whom which one of the guys socked him in the chest and stole the keys to get into the building. As they got to the security door, the door was locked, but fortunately for them the key was a part of the key chain they stole from the guard earlier. Johnny was already familiar with the buttons as he pressed all the ones, he needed to to disable the security alarm. Unbeknownst to them, they’d run into a serious problem.

As they went to take the Greystone, they found that the entire glass was bolted to the stand that it was on and that they wouldn’t be able to get the gem. They tried pushing it, smashing it, pulling it, but nothing was working. They even searched for various tools to try and attempt to break the glass, but all attempts were futile. Knowing they were running out of time, they made one more last-ditch effort by hitting it as hard as they could, but it failed. They took off and drove back to the mansion to the boss about what happened.

“Well lads do you have my gem?” said Corky. Johnny replied “That’s what we’re here to tell you about”. Corky retorted “I asked you a simple question, do you have my gem or don’t you!” No sir, Johnny replied. I asked you to do a simple job and you managed to f*** it up. This calls for one thing and one thing only.

Johnny and his friends were never heard from again.