It was a typical day in May in Newgate, New York.  Despite the Depression, people were employed in Newgateor in the various dimensions the city dealt with.  Full employment was no problem ever since the Interdimensional Employment Agency was founded soon after the American Civil War in 1865.  But in the region, people were going hungry and remained without work, by and large, unless they were farmers.  For them, the punishment of extremely low prices for what they raised or produced hurt them hard. 

On May 6, 1932, three cars entered Newgate and headed for three of the banks.  A bold robbery by the Horace Hugo Gang was staged.  A gangster that worked out of Canada that had connections with the Boston, New York, and Philadelphia crime organizations funded the gang as a criminal investment.  Since Newgatehad never experienced a bank robbery and men who cased the banks saw the vaults and drawers full of money, gold, and gemstones, it looked like the triple bank robbery would net a fortune for the gangster. 

It was morning.  The streets were not quite as busy as they would be in a couple hours.  The three cars were parked in front of the banks shortly before opening time.  There were no policemen seen on the streets in cars or walking the beat.  It looked like it would be a simple in-and-out operation.  Once the banks were robbed, the men would head out of town in three different directions so that if one car were stopped, the other two might make it to safety. 

The three banks were the Bank of Newgate, the Bank of New York, and the Porailious Bank which was the richest one.  It contained the gemstones and gold Horace coveted the most.  His man who cased the bank saw one vault alone that was piled high with gemstones and gold bars.  After depositing $100, he asked the cashier if his money would be safe in the bank.  She smiled and assured him it would be. 

After the front door was unlocked by the bank president, Horace entered the Porailious Bank with three of his men who were holding machine guns and large burlap sacks.  Horace grabbed the president and pushed him forward.  

“Everybody, freeze.  And don’t any of you cashiers signal the police that we are here or else your bank president will die where he stands.   My men aren’t interested in the money in your drawers.  They will empty the contents of the vaults into their bag.  If there is any room left, then we will take the cash.”