Kingpin Back In New York

Kingpin stepped out of the 2020 silver Ford Crown Victoria Limo, his shoes hit the pavement below as he stood in front of Fisk Towers.

Kingpin took the elevator up too the penthouse floor in Fisk Towers, he shredded his jacket as he poured himself a expensive glass of scotch as he took in the views of New York.

He swirled the amber liquid around in the glass while holding a cigar in the other. As he knocked back the amber liquid he sat the glass down with a heavy clink. The limo ride from earlier had Fisk thinking about his next moves.

Kingpin loosend his tie "Time to remind this city about who runs it." Fisk mutterd to himself. From reports he found sprawled over the wooden desk, he knew the Albanians in Hells Kitchen where getting too bold. Fisk also wanted too return too Atlantic City at a later date but knew it would be harder if Batman came lurking again.

Fisk knew a district attorney in Atlantic City, is what he needed too gain the upperhand and have the police sweep his crimes away, he made a phone call and waited.