In 1965 Jimmy Falcomi was born into one of the cities smaller crime families. By 1968 he started to realize what the family business was and decided to be an FBI agent to help his family by arresting all the other competing families in town. He told his father about his ambitions and it was the cause of a huge burst of laughter from everyone in the room but Don Falcomi silenced everyone and told Jimmy it was a great idea but he did not think it would work out well and told Jimmy to have his older brother explain why. So Jimmy put away his plastic FBI Badge and toy Thompson with him everywhere. Classmates started to make fun of his zoot suit and plastic Thompson but in 1977 when he entered high school and joined the school’s rifle team. When he got home with the rifle the school had given him to clean, the Don took the 22 target rifle and broke its old wooden stock in half. Jimmy wondered why his father would do that as the Don went to a hidden closet Jimmy had never known was there. His father took a packaged brand new never issued M14 sniper rifle with a high powered sniper scope on it and gave it to Jimmy. The Don spoke a brief sentance to Jimmy after his son recovered from the shock of what he held in his hands. Jimmy you got to get real good with this as someday you might have to use it. Now no more of his gang family friends were laughing at him. Could be that they misunderstood Jimmy’s remark about his ability to reach ourt and touch someone. The first day of practice was a great fun day for the cities next crime generation. Everone was trying the biggest, greatest and noisiest toy the team had ever seen and after they found out that the safety had more positions on it the fun really started. The team coach slipped out the door after that discovery and never came back to the range again. The noise could be heard all up and down the block and insidew thwe school ears were ringing. Soon there was no more range to shoot in. The steel plate bullet trap was nothing but a piece of hard Swiss cheese and the wall reinforced concrete wall behind it was just dirt covered in concrete dust.

The school principal, even though it ran a secial private high school for the eduction of the next generation of mobsters he was so scared he called the police to have them check fore casulties in the schools basement. He was transfered over t5o the Captain of that precint and told a lieiutenant would be right over to help him. It was only a few minutes and a team of cops came into the principals office. The lieutenant cmae in and told him he was going to give him som very helpful advice. It was go home and after a few drinks go to bed happy and never mention what these boys might have do or he will wind up in several land fills on the islands beform sunrise. The lieutenant said to the cops with hm, I thing we have helped him a lot don’t you? There was a resounding YES! and they were gone.

Several of the Dons whose sons came home so happy about the rifle tream decided to rebuild it for the school. The next day a wall was knocjed out of the school building and a long ramp to the basement was built to allow access to the range with one of the cities missing tunnel drilling machines. The machine operated flawlessly even thoug it had some how bewewn missing for over tewn years. But what do yo expect for a cradftsman wih appreciates good equipment. While the crews were digging day and night the families were having a block party to cover up the night time rumbling of the tunnel drill. Big name bands from all over the city were playing through the night in hopes of gaining favor with the families. The boss of bosses was usually dancing with his wife to the bands slow ones and the wine and food were never ending. The school was turned into a hugh kitchen to accomodate the caterers who vollinteered to supply the food prepartion. When the party was over and the digging machine was sealed off in a blind tunnel for the next job requiring it. The range as planned by the best tunnel engineers in the world was over a mile long ending just, can you bedlieve it, 15 feet from the bottom of the worlds larget international gold depository. The tunnel was encased in reinforced concrete with explosive charges ever 25 feet in the cealings of half of it ending under the depository so that if something were to occurr at the depository the tunnel could be sealed off in a matter of seconds leaving on trail back to the school. These explosive charges were designed to completely collapse one half of the tunnel from the depository basement vault to the end of the school’s 1500 meter new rifle range. I took seven weeks of operation with the state’s new but missing tunnel digging rig to cover the slightly over a mile of the firing line to reach the destination.

One of the families donated 16 more of those rifles making seventeen all with consecutive serial numbers for all the team members. NOst day the Little Don Jimmy was now referred to as would walk to school for the little over a mile in all weather the city had to offer because he had marked out the path in 25 yard units ansd would study the sa]sape of people at every distance along the way with his spotter scope. then wen the always walked the mile to school observing how people looked each 25 yards hole in the side walk markwersalong the way. He had rifle practice and since he used the 30 Win Mag Don Falcomi had to have his crew re-build a new long range with a much more substantial steel back plate at the end of the underground tunnel which ran from the back of the school’s rifle range to foundation of the cities bigesat bank vault. Don Falcopmi always planned ahead and had explosive charges consealed in the roof of the tunnel every 100 yards with a switch to detonate the last one 200 hundred yards away so the tunnel could be collapsed in the somewhat likely event something might happen to thet bank vaults foundation. So for a year everything was good and Jimmy advanced in school and marksmanship with his Savage target rifle and his Tommy gun. The school officials complained but were told by the police that they better lay off the complaints or the Don might arrange to have them places in a recycle bin some where on the island.

In order to maintain some respect for his family’s business he started boosting high end cars and selling them in a little chop and shop enterprise behind a sidewalk used book store on Canal. One night while drinking and playing cards with his friends in the shop office the place was raided and Jimmy wound up in juvy until 1965 when he turned 18. He spent most of his time studying what the and left with a much better understanding of his fathers business from the other kids connected kids there and made life long friends with those who could have been enemies when their families went to war but they worked out ways to share and profit more. Also he learned what enough money could buy from the right CO. Just before his release in 1965 he he learned from a new kid just entering that he was set up by the Book Store on Canal. He left juvenile detention a foot taller and about 20 pounds stronger with a PhD in Street Smarts.

But being young the first thing he did was get his Thompson and head down to Canal to have a talk with the management of the chop shop who he learned arranged to have him taken out by the Sarpoochi brothers. The conversation went as long as it took for the safety to go from safe to full auto and the chop shop was closed for ever on Church. Next he went into the book stores back door and after taking care of business in there he left the gun on the manager’s desk, took off his gloves and jacket and put them in the wall closet in the office, The then walked out he front door while turning the open sign to closed. He looked up expecting to see one of his fathers men waiting in a car for a ride home but instead found the car surrounded by more blue that the USDA stamps on tainted meat. They grab Jimmy but as they are putting him in a car Don Falcomi arrives with his Consiglieri and a large suitcase. They walk into the used book store and are followed by two police lieutenants who enter and what seemed to Jimmy like a few hours they came out again with the lieutenants carrying the suitcase and all the blue disappeared in an instant with Jimmy sitting in the back seat of one of their cars. The Consiglieri walked up to Jimmy , opened the door and said your father wants to ride home with you. The ride home was silent except for one sentence from the DON. Good but next time let one of the lieutenants handle it because it is a lot cheaper.

Two days later the FEDS show up and took Jimmy to 26 Federal for a show and tell about the Canal Street incident. The Don insisted on the Consiglieri go with him but Jimmy wanted to talk alone with them as he knew what each side wanted and he had the the best solution for both sides. His father remembered what the kid said when he was three about wanting to be in the FBI and started to worry a little about why he went off alone. When he arrived at he interview room after being walked up 34 flights of stairs which the Feds did every day to stay in shape he was totally out of wind and could not even talk for a few minutes. He was not in the best of shape with the lifestyle of a Don’s son. Everything he left in the office on Canal was laid out on the interview table. The gloves, the floor length leather duster he used to keep the blow-back of the gun off his street suit and his Thompson with no serial number at all. He had it completely milled through the metal and a steel plate welded to hold the frame integrity of the Thompson. The three items were covered so many little tags the arrangement of the three items made Jimmy think of a Christmas Tree. So many tags the items were almost unrecognizable; Little tags and stickers covering almost every inch of each item. Jimmy look down at them and said nice show but now lets talk about your future. They laughed with a sort of disrespectful sound making Jimmy a little agitated at their lack of interest in what he was about to say. And when one Senior Special Agent spoke up and said over the laughter and replied, "We are not here to talk about their future. The tags makes you see make your tuches theirs for the next 30 to life. Jimmy now knew his next words would be heard because he had their full attention now. Jimmy said, “maybe but lets consider what might be behind door number three. What I am willing to give you for my giving you two items. First a total evidence package that has the China Town Boys as the guilty party and the big one. My father’s entire operation from pop down to the bag men. Lieutenants and crew chiefs. All in a book with the assignments the were given with the completion times, methods of completion and who were the cleaners afterwards. It is yours with my testimony and this is all that I want — I want to testify as an undercover FBI agent. A special agent in change of all gang activity. Lets call it the “GAT” for “Gang Activities Task-force or Team or some other nice T word. The book is backed up with tapes since I was 12 I wanted leverage and had his room bugged. By the way I found two of your bugs and left them so you could verify mine. I only covered them when he was taking to me. I would sit on them and fart a lot just for you guys. Did you ever figure out what that noise was?” “He had a side line that we would talk about. The family had a sideline business of selling information to the other families with the spy’s he had planted in each of the other families for over thirty years. And it is all written down and stored by me and four other guys. We each have a complete copy so do we have anything to talk about besides my tush.” When Jimmy finished talking there was a lot of incoherent mumbling so after a few minutes Jimmy spoke up again. “So do I just say the magic “L” word and you can just kiss my silent rear end for the rest of the day? O think about how good your performance record would be it you take door number three?”

“All this problem goes on the Chinese. They are guilty of something that they can pay for with the evidence I will use in court for my defense and you will look very stupid even with all your little tags. And who really got hurt with my way to get your full attention, a dozen or low level crooks who you could not probe a thing against in twenty years I knew them. I am talking Dons’ and their entire operations. Notice I used the plural. Now what do you want my tush or the big promotions you’ll get if all those little tags fall of those items and get on the China boys items I will give you. There is one more thing, I want to know who set me up with all the blue sou rounding the place when I came out? While they were mumbling to each other Jimmy spoke again and told them in addition to becoming in the FBI agent with a clean history I will give you one more family a year for the next ten years and take no credit for it so they could retire with a higher grade than they ever dreamed of. I have also arranged way below prime mortgage rates for your entire families’ homes and each of your kids will win full scholarships to the universities of they choosing. We have guys who arrange scholarships contests with pre-arranged winners. These rigged contests are presented as advertising promotions by my banking friends who you will never know. They control very big national and international banks and specialize in laundering funds for very important parities and want to stay in the laundry business. They have more money that the US mint to arrange for scholarships ans mortgages for law enforcement and do it every day we ask them.” And with that Jimmy slowly walked out the door “saying you have a really big decision to make so I will let you talk it over for a few days.” As he was about to step into the elevator as Jimmy had never considered a 34 floor climb part of his exercise program. He just wanted to rest on the way down but one of the agents came up to him and said,“What tags are you talking about?” Jimmy was in the FBI and head of a department The “Gang Activity Task-force (GAT).” He was "the GAT" and the first thing he did was contact the Four friends he had in Juvy and get them working for him in the GAT.”

Years went by the GAT and his loyal friends got involved in politics and there is where they found the real crime that made the city’s crime families somewhat less than minor league players. The real heads of the crime families were elected by the people not the families. The GAT saw what they were up to and decided to get involved since that seemed to be better than what he had ever seen in the gangs. Blackmail, unexplained deaths. extortion, spy’s. counter-spies, counter-counter-spies, security leaks, just plain lying and refusal to answer questions on subjects of interest to the people who ad the right to ask by something called the constitution just ignored and kept their jobs. Jim had found the true central controlled mob he had never seen before. When he was shown to ignore all the things he found he was rewarded with being the head of the FBI. He thought He should be called DON GAT but he picked a party to support and that required a low profile and they lost an election and started to play hardball and he lost his job which allowed him to promote the propaganda about the other party to be used by the Press to aide in th sedition attempt. He was finally put into Federal Prison for abuse of the FISA and his arrogant behavior on every talking head show in the Western Hemisphere. He had thrown in with her and was going down because she never won the election. In his isolation cell he took comfort in the fact he did not have to see or hear her complaining on her two year self pity party TV shows.