Trickster snorted the last line of dust from his desk.
Trickster knew that 'this was it'. He picked up his Tommy and went out through the door of his office.
Five men in black suits where standing there, waiting...
"This just ain't my lucky day" said Trickster as he started shooting.
He wasted 3 of them and wounded a fourth, but five gangsters was one opponent too many.
After the fight they burned the mansion along with the body.
Here lie the ashes of Trickster
In Memoriam: RIP: Trickster