Alphonse d' Arlian

As young boy he was always fascinated by people. He didn't understand why there where white and black people or as he found out, many more colors. As he sees it there where many colors. When a white man was hanged with a white bag over his head, at first he was upset, then angry... this anger stayed with him for a few years...
During his teenage years he build up hatred for non white people.The brutal killing, dismembering and hangings of black and white people made him very upset.

Forwarding time several years.

"Congratulations Agent Darlion!" The mayor carefully pins the police badge to the uniform. Alphonse keeps still and waits until the ceremony has past. Until that day everything was clear. Agent d' Arlion had done well on the police academy and he passed the exam. He was above average but only marginally. The thing that annoyed him the most was that another man, black, was also sworn in as an agent. Of all people, why a black man?.

the shooting incident

Several months later, during his evening walk on a cold and wet winterday, Alphonse noticed something odd accross the street in the Circassian restaurant. he stops to investigate. Something definitely is going on. Slowly he approaches the half open door. He pulls his revolver and checks the door. He pulls it open and enters. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darknesss he peeks around the corner. A well dressed gentleman on his knees, hands in his neck, facing away from him. Another man steps closer and Alphonse recognises who is standing in front of the old man, handling a baseball bat. he curses, its Acton Meedle, son of a very well know criminal family

"Sell your restaurant to me, old man" he threathens, violently swinging the baseball bat in front of the older man. "or you'l regret it"

"I... I can't... please... mr. Meedle" the old man replies, the fear clearly in his voice. He shrieks and cowers away as the baseball bat goes up ...

Alphonse comes into action, shouting "NYPD, drop your weapons!" he calls out aiming his revolver.... The bat swings, a shot is fired...and Acton staggerrs backward... blood in his face and his arm unable to lift the bat. A large visible stain forms on the suit. The old man crawls in fear away and covers his head as the two companions open fire at the agent.
Alphonse fires again and the first guy collapses. His face in ruins. The second guy runs to the left and fires three more shots. One singes the ear of Alphonse returning the fire. The guy grabs his leg, stumbles and falls down, bashing with his head against a table.

The fight is over as quickly as it begun.