Deuce walks out into the brisk New Orleans night, rain threatens but can only manage a volley here and there. His informant was a good man, honest to the core. But he still couldn't believe what he been told. Someone was out there trying to get information on his movements. No good could come of it. Lost in thought Deuce failed to see the dark figure in the doorway until he stepped out...

Evening Deuce. Unfortunate night for a walk alone. Any idea why I'm here you fucking bastard?

The guy is big, pushing 300 pounds, and the accent is unmistakable. O'Malley. The dirtiest kind of cop, he stays off the payroll and goes to the highest bidder.

Go back to Philly O'Malley. You are way out of your juris-fucking-diction and you might just get hurt out here in the lawless streets of New Orleans.

Shooting him just wasn't an option. There were no vats of acid around here let alone anyone to help move the giant son of a bitch. Killing a cop was never an easy proposition even if they were crookeder than guy who killed them. Too many complications if a body appears.

The cop closed in.

That's funny DOS, I don't see anyone named toto around here. I got a message for you. The fishes wait. Someone wants their two pounds of flesh. You weren't using it anyway right? Besides I don't need juris-fucking-diction, they have it.

Deuce looks straight into the gorilla's eye's, they?

Too bad toto isn't here, O'Malley. Then we could move your whole corpse instead of me having to cut you up piece by piece.

Over confidence has been the downfall of many men. The big cop never expected the explosive rage that came at him from the littler mobster. Deuce closed the gap, knife at the ready and plunged it forward. The cops ribs cracked under the pressure of the homemade blade as he went for his gun. The knife glanced up and to the left slicing open a gaping wound. O'Malley stumbled back, his left arm useless as blood poured from his side and coated his still holstered gun.

You fucking bastard! Fuck you! You didn't kill me Deuce, you missed, but these guys won't miss you!

Gun forgotten or maybe orders remembered, he turned and ran.

As he got away, O'Malley began to get a feeling in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps loss of blood he thought. But he would soon learn it was fear. Fear of who was to come in search of revenge if Deuce survived. The skies, seemingly inspired by the blood pouring from his wound, opened up with a rush as he disappeared into the night.

Get him boys.No guns tonight, we're supposed to be sure he's alive and awake when he starts sucking in river water.

Deuce found himself surrounded by dark figures. The rain was coming down in torrents so that his knife was already clean and gleaming under the street lights. The figures hesitated, perhaps it was the thought of the blade. One man, braver than the rest, stormed forward. New Orleans finest. Somehow O'Malley had got to them, or someone else maybe. They had jurisdiction alright. But they wanted it nice and quiet, no gun discharges to write reports on.

Night Deucey!

The cop's billy club whipped by, missing by a fraction calculated in the mind of the deadly man he faced. Overextended and whimpering at his vulnerability, he turned a terrified eye to Deuce. The homemade blade sliced down his face, blinding him in one eye and exposing his teeth as he screamed in agony and fell to his knees.

So much for quiet.

Deuce kicked the man square on the jaw putting him into a merciful oblivion.

That's better. At least I won't die with your screams in the background.

Turning to face certain death, instead a surreal scene is unfolding before him. More figures appear out of the darkness. Each one engaging and taking down the cops. Each man and woman expertly dismantling this rebellion in a city with no leadership. Each one a story of it's own. He can't see the people through the rain, he may never know who they were. He can only see the results, death and destruction dealt out in the most quiet of ways by experts in their fields. Defending a made man.

Deuce watches as each battle unfolds.

As Deuce watchs the battle between cop and gangster he does not notice O'Malley sneak up behind him and hold a gun to the back of his head.

No escape this time Deuce, says O'Malley.

As O'Malley slowly pulls the trigger Deuce closes his eyes waiting for the end. Next thing he hears is a loud fat man fall to the ground. He turns round to see Soniix holding a knife covered in blood and O'Malley still alive rolling around on the floor with a knife wound in his neck. As the blood from his neck come his neck Soniix see's it got on his suit.

Motherfucker this is a new suit!. He pulls out a gun and shoots O'Malley in the head. Soniix picks up O'Malley's gun and holds it to Deuce.

You ok mate?

Fever walks up in the dark night, hearing the sounds of battle. He runs forward, hoping to make a quick kill or two. A cop goes to pistolwhip him with a .38 Snubnose revolver. Fever ducks under the gun and brings a knife into his throat. He turns and sees officers converging on -Soniix and Deuce. One grabs Soniix in a headlock with a gun to the side of his head.

"Stop the fight. Stop the fighting, fuckers, or this guy gets it here, see?!" yells the officer.

Dexter watches as the cop grabs Soniix. Seeing this as the perfect time to strike, he sneaks up behind the cop. Pulling his .45 out of his holster, he quickly grabs the arm that is holding the gun and pulls it down. The gun goes off, but luckily Dexter was quick enough to get it pointed in a direction that wouldn't hurt any of the gangsters there. The cop quickly turns around and tries to raise the gun again at Dexter, but he was ready. Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger of the gun pointed at the cops face. The cops hit the ground, twitches and stops moving. Dexter wipes the blood of his hand and gun with a rag in his pocket. He then turns to the rest of the gangsters.

Carry on. I got this under control.

Strolling through the warm New Orleans night, Kates is enjoying a delicious ice cream cone. Ahead, she notices a large group of cops brawling with an undetermined number of mobsters. Stretching her arms and wishing she wasn't wearing a dress, Kates starts walking slowly towards the nearest officer, who looks like he's about to sneak up behind the already occupied Deuce.

"Gee whiz, officer, what's wrong?"

As the oblivious and surprised cop turns to Kates, a single well placed kick brings him to his knees. A powerful right cross sends him to the ground. The AdrianChampagne special- taught to her when she was 14 to keep the boys away. Kates returned to her ice cream, but kept a cautious eye on the fight to see if anyone couldn't handle themselves.

Not wanting to get more involved than he had to, Dexter stands off to the side waiting for an opportunity to help out. Watching as Kates completely beats another cop to the ground and stand off to the side, he decides to head over by her. He looks down at the cop who is laid out and completely unconscious, he turn to Kates.

That was some nice moves you had there. Hey I recognize you. You run the Bar and Gentleman's Club in Philly. He is interrupted by a cop being thrown his way. After giving him a right hook to the face and throwing him to the side, he turns back to Kates.

I'm Dexter by the way. Nice seeing you here.

Kates smiles and discards her finished ice cream cone into a trash bin.

Oh, you know me- always turning up here and there. And of course I remember you, Dexter. I just opened up a new place as well, though a bookstore is in a slightly different vein than a strip club.

Laughs and watches a couple of the cops flee the scene.

Deuce watches soniix kill O'Malley in cold blood after he had already dropped him with the blade quietly. His eyes narrow when Soniix tries to hand him the cops gun as two more converge on their position. The boys in blue are pulling out their model 64 .38's. The gun truce apparently broken. Deuce lets fly his homemade knife, it flashes through the air and punches through the wrist of one man disabling him, the other grabs Soniix who almost paid with his life if not for Dexter.

Lucky day for you Soniix.

Deuce checks O'Malley, stands up and turns back to Soniix.

My lucky night I guess. These guys had orders not to shoot. I never figured an O'Malley would throw a wrench in the works. This kid must have been his nephew, must have been real upset by the way his uncle got cut up. I appreciate the save. But one thing...

Soniix listens intently.

Next time you disable a man who tried to kill a Made guy, maybe let the Made guy do the honors instead of blowing some fucking punks brains out all over my shoes. Capiche?

Deuce sighs.

Now we got two dead cops. Anyone a cleaner?

Visali was happy when he finally found a alley where he could smoke his cigarette in peace...so he thought...then he heard the sound of fighting. he looked to his left and barely make out the cops lying on the ground dead.  He slowly walks to where the dead cops lay and suprised to see other mobsters standing there.

You did this?

They nodded. Visali took another puff of his cigarette as a cop climbed to his knees. Visali pulled a double barrel sawed off from his trench coat and shot him down.

Ill take these bodies the key to getting away is to forget it happened.

Visali drags the bodies to a near by dumpster. he throws the bodies in the dumpster and sets them alight with his cigarette...

Soniix looks at Deuce and checks the bullets in his gun.

Well theres  nothing we can do now he dead and we are alive thats the important thing. Come on lets get you out of here, im sure there is a empty car round here, everyone else can deal with the cops while we get you to safety.