Eriq stumbles out of the back door into a snow covered alleyway. He tries to make it to the street but his feet won't carry him that far. He's lost too much blood, inside the club and the trail he left following him. As he lay in a pile of snow beneath the flickering lights Eriq could only thing about how his life ended up here. They say crime never pays, that's double for crooked cops like Eriq. He had killed the local mob boss Fat Luke, and thought he could make it out without a problem. He was wrong, he barely survived making it out at all. This was the end for him. His final thought was of that old Frank Sinatra song, "at least I did it my way."
