Placed in the 1970's, Levi Ackerman is an FBI agent who was sent to a strip club to meet up with a DJ, supposedly named as, 'DJ Crippler.' He was sent for his 'attractive looks' and to seek out the head of a renowned drug dispatch in the south side of their state. The DJ leans onto his disc table to come close to Levi's ear, breath tickling his flesh. "You're looking pretty fine there, shorty." The DJ says to the raven. With Levi being in his white dress shirt and black pants, he couldn't bring his Glock 23 out of his holster and aim at the little shit. Was this DJ really not part of all this gang madness? The mafia taking over all the south of this state? "I want to achieve my dream of showing everyone my music. I've been doing it since I was a kid..." His emerald eyes peered into Levi's cold ones, they were full of determination and no fear. Levi could respect his ambitions. However, 'DJ Crippler' was a suspect. Under high alert with the FBI, a danger to outsiders and even to the people of Levi's own squad. He could have millions of dollars with large amounts of cocaine and be a vile man, anyone could, but none would be the wiser. **Updated Every Weekend!**