Tumultus, days under New York

June 11th 1942, 8:25 A.M

Looking outside the large windows, Louis Hertmam watched as the sky passed as the ship moved. It was breathtaking to say the least. Louis was sitting down in the dining room and at the bar. It was a very calm day. As he sipped on some fair alcohol, he started thinking. All he had to do was rob some woman named Julia Edwinson before they reached New York the next day. He was being payed to do it too. Hardly knew the person who was though. All that mattered was he was going to get payed from this job,

Letting out a small sigh, Louis sipped on his beverage for a little while longer. Thinking of what he had to do. He knew this first line of business was to figure out who Julia Edwinson even was. He knew her room number was too, 506. And that she was keeping a good amount of money and valuables in her room. "It should be easy enough to come up with a strategy.." Louis thought to himself. Though, it was easier said than done.

It took a small while until he finally came up with his first idea. During the night, he would simply break down the door to room 506 and rob it at gun point. After a few moments of thinking it through though, Louis scraped the idea entirely. It was too reckless and dangerous. Things could go south fast with that plan.

Then, he finally came up with his second idea for a robbery. He would disguise himself as a service boy and bring dinner to room 506. Spark up a conversation, slip some pills into the drink, wait for her to knock herself out, and then rob it. "This is perfect! There is no way this could fail in the slightest.." Louis found himself thinking after a couple more drinks.

With that, he had settled on his idea. It was foolproof. There was almost no way that it could fail at all! That was, unless Louis found a way to make it fail, like he usually did. It's a miracle he didn't die six years ago during that botched bank robbery. You see, Louis used to run with a gang to do his crimes. That was, until... that horrible, horrible incident six years ago. Nowadays, Louis usually does his crimes alone. He prefers it that way, and believes it's the way it should be.

It most likely wasn't safe for somebody to consume this much alcohol. After all, it was getting to the point he owed to bartender nearly $67 exactly in cash. When this was brought up, Louis told him that he'd pay before the ship landed. Which was a complete lie if anything at all. Louis knee very well that he didn't have the money to pay back his debt. But, he believed that he could manage to sneak out as soon as the ship landed.

Looking at the clock, Louis chuckled. It read, 8:47 A.M. He had spent over 20 minutes coming up with the perfect plan. What a shame. He could've done it better. But, what can you do? You win some, you horribly lose some. Turning his head over his shoulder Louis yelled, "Well, I'll be going. And, yes I will pay you. Don't you worry!". With that, Louis ran out and made his way back towards his room to rest for a small bit.

Witnesses say that all the bartender could do was sigh, knowing that the money would never come and that he was just being played. Cleaning glasses all the while. It seemed like he couldn't even care in the slightest. Which wasn't that uncommon if you ask me. Especially when dealing with folks like Louis Hetman.