Location: An abandoned warehouse a little outside Chicago
Time: Present day
The man known only as Cleaver looked out toward the city. He had grown up as a thug in the streets, and soon made a name for himself. He quickly rose up the ranks in his gang, the Crimson Knives, becoming leader after the former leader was killed in a shootout. Cleaver had a naturally magnetic personality that made him a true Leader of Men. Everyone respected him greatly, as he was not one to just sit and order his gang members to danger- no, he was a true Frontline Leader! Cleaver's rough upbringing had hardened him to danger, and he was not content to sit back and watch others do the dirty work. He had to be involved. He had to be there.
And everyone loved him for it.
Cleaver wanted more, though. The city was kind to him, but its leaders were not. Though he didn't have anything particularly against the populace, he had a bone to pick with the big shots. His best friend had been gunned down by the police during a simple traffic stop, and Cleaver swore revenge. He bided his time and plotted out a big hit- knocking over the biggest bank in town.
It failed.
Only Cleaver and five others made it out of the city, where they hastily set up shop in an abandoned warehouse that had room and some cover. Cleaver was furious, but he knew that hasty action was not the solution. No, he had to bide his time and build up his strength before he could get his revenge. But this time, the revenge would be bigger, greater, wider. The establishment had to come down, and he would install a new regime, with himself as leader.
And the people would love him.