Day 6 17:42:45

Fresh corpses lay in the streets of DT. The air is cold and crisp, biting at the cheeks of those who lay dead. The wind slightly sweeps at the snow that covers the ground, creating curtains of white snow.

Standing at my 3rd floor window peering off into the distance, I notice through the curtain of snow, Tyler Durdens' crew are being set loose into the streets. Doing what ever biding he commands of them.

Watching as the streets begin to consume any and all who walk its path.

I tighten my robe, and as I peer back out into the blinding snow, I see a familiar face. The face of the homeless man that I witnessed get laid out by my fellow crew member. Ah yes... I think to myself, RazorRamon signing event. I'm watching as he walks along the snow ridden sidewalk, he is stopped suddenly by a gun. I see the homeless man drop what seemed to be a Photo, Being the distance i was it is unclear what the photo is.

The gun peeks out behind a alley wall, by now I'm not waiting to see what transpires. As I'm walking to the door I tighten my robe and pick up my Revolver on the way out the door.

Three flights of stairs later i make my way across the street, snow sticking to my bedroom shoes. The Revolver out and cold to the touch, I step up onto the side walk peering out to on lookers. Then I set my gaze on this homeless man, I see nothing but a forearm and small caliber pistol pointing at this man.

I project my voice towards this unknown man, "Is there a problem here" as I tuck The Revolver out of view. He says nothing and steps out with a RazorRamon photo in his hand. I instantly know who this is, DavidWiggleWillDie of the TylerDurden crew.

The Revolver in hand and still tucked out of sight. He breaks his silence, holding the photo up and gun aimed at the homeless mans head he says "I need information".

You hear onlookers gasp and speak among themselves. I turn my head slightly in a reassuring voice and say "Everyone calm down now, no need to get excited".

While my head turned toward civilians, With in a split second of "Excited".

The Revolver comes into view, breaking through the wind and snow vale that blankets the air. One shot was fired, echoing through the streets, with the slight muffle due to the crisp snow filling the air.

The Durden drops and as he does my only reply to him is "Not gonna happen".

The homeless man takes his photo (which I have no idea how he obtained considering the last time he had one of these he was unconscious laying in front of signing booth) and runs off, slipping and sliding as he makes his way down they street.

You can hear the civilians whispering and talking among themselves about what just transpired. 

To cold to give a damn and still in bedroom slippers and a robe, with The Revolver in hand I make my way down the sidewalk,  back to my warm Abode.

The snow was unusually thick and the cold breeze made it seem like a blizzard when BlackAtom finally arrived back in Detroit. He had been on a business trip that didn't really pan out the way it was planned.

He walked down the sidewalk on his way to the local underground smoke house. They had a craps table with a $250k minimum and BlackAtom was a bit of a gambler, having plenty of experience in the ups and downs of lady luck. He was approaching a back alley street he needed to make a turn on when he spotted Dr_RickMarshall holding a gun to the head of a foot soldier of TylerDurden's.

BlackAtom thought to himself, " Well that's strange...." he walks over a little closer to take a better look through the snow. He gets near the event taking place and notices that Dr_RickMarshall's clothings were completely unsuitable for this freezing weather. The man was wearing only pajamas, a robe, and slippers. Before BlackAtom could blink twice, *BANG!* the durden falls dead.

BlackAtom walks away talking to himself once again,"Damn, he just slumped that man in some slippers." BlackAtom takes out his pee-shooter and pops a fleeing unemployed bodyguard.

Late Night

Day 7

[Business weights heavy on the mind. An Earner building his reputation and doing his part for the crew. With traveling from city to city and meeting the different people. Learning the trade, all aspects of the inner workings. So that if grace shall find me, I will have the tools to leave my mark on this great city I inhabit.]

[A warm home with an aroma of fresh tobacco, windows fogged slightly as the cold tries to creep in]

[Dr.RickMarshalls' lounging puffing away at his pipe when he hears shots echoing through Detroit.]

I think back to the henchmen I shot in the alley. Knowing that TylerDurden would flood the streets with his crew and take what they can, I stare at the Revolver knowing its time to protect my business interests and lay waste to TylerDurdens' crew. "I'm always up for a field expedition" I mumble to myself. 

I take one last puff from my pipe, set it down on the table, and proceed to take the couch cushions off. Before gearing up I make a quick call to get acquire my targets.

[Man on Phone]"Targets are FredWiggleButt and BarriaWiggle they are both in the same back ally of Corktown, DT causing all sorts of trouble with the locals"

[Dr.RickMarshall] "Consider it done" as I'm puffing on the pipe.

I hang up and proceed to gear up. I look out the window on to the street and i see my CA pull up. I think to myself "Good he can be of use". I step out my door and head down three flights of stairs.

I step up to my the agent and tell him "Keep Corktown clear til I take care of a few loose ends".

[CorruptAgent] "No problem boss"

The CorruptAgent speeds off to full fill his end. While he does that I head over to Corktown.

[The night is young and has a cold grip on Detroit. Slight gusts of wind, police sirens fade in and out.]

I'm standing across from the alley where my targets are suppose to show up, puffing on my pipe fully dressed for the occasion. When one of my targets move into the ally across the street. Followed by second target, this is when I decide to make my move. I ash my pipe and put it in my vest pocket, under my coat. I'm crossing the street, hand on The Revolver ready to draw. As I step on to the opposing side walk my targets begin to come into view and are oblivious to whats about to happen.

I see FredWiggleButt beating up an old timer and BarriaWiggle holding him down. I draw my weapon with fierce intent. You can hear the crack of the snow beneath my feet echoing in the ally. They also hear it and immediately stop what they're doing to set their attention on me. I tell the old timer "Sorry about that", followed by "These men don't have any honor to speak of, you take it easy now" peering into their eyes as I do. The old timer yells "Assholes" as scurries out of the ally.

"Now where were we", "Oh that's right" ...BANG!..BANG! you here permeating the district.

As their bodies slump in the snow I walk calmly out of the ally and cross the street, blending in with the crowd that has gathered.

Early Morning of

Day 8

[Dr.RickMarshall awakes to a frantic knock at the door] "knock knock knock knock knock" echoing rapidly through my abode

I sit up, wiping the cold out my eyes as I do"Just a minute" I shout loudly

[The Knocking ceases] I ease into my slippers get up and walk over to my robe, which is hanging on the bathroom door, and slide into it. I begin to make my way to the door when I glance out my window and notice my Corrupt Agent's car.

I unlock the door and the agent says nothing, just hands me an envelope."Don't go far, we got business in a few" I tell him "Sure thing boss, I'll be down stairs" he replies. I close the door, walk over to the living room table an set the envelope down.

[Dr.RickMarshall  retrieves tobacco pouch and pipe from the bedroom. Takes a seat and packs his pipe]

I open the envelope and begin to read over the details. Inside are Morg. reports, BodyGuard counts and their last known location from the last 12 hours. After reading over it I strike a match and puff on my pipe for a moment, contemplating today's business. Once I got and idea on where to start I begin to get cleaned up and get my gear ready.

[Dr.RickMarshall  heads down stairs and tells his driver were heading to Blackbottom]

[Dr.RickMarshall arrives at Blackbottom and tells driver to wait here]

I walk a couple of blocks to a warehouse where all the BG's turn up looking for work. The building is old and creeking, rusty metal covers the roof. I see the door and make my way inside. With my hand on The Revolver I inch my way through the small office spaces. Noticing this place looks abandoned up top, down below must be where the magic happens. So I begin looking for stairs that lead down, when i hear some talking. I instantly drop to crouch position and draw the Revolver.

[Dr.RickMarshall peeks around the corner and see's two BG's coming up from the stairs at the far end]

I pull the hammer back, "Click" you hear echoing down the hallway."Who's there", one of the man yells out.

[DrRickMarshall slides out of cover and fires]

BANG.... "Holyshit" you hear a man say after watching his comrade drop. "Oh fuck"  the man says after dropping into cover. I project my voice calmly from cover "Oh fuck, is right".

[Dr.RickMarshall calmly gets up and starts walking down toward the man, with a bead on his position, ready to fire]

"BANG.. BANG" the man fires from cover, missing every shot. After firing he bolts down the stairs he came. I reload The Revolver and yell "Pussy" as he runs off.

[Dr.RicMarshall heads down the stairs with his Revolver at eye level]

I stop suddenly half way down, crouch down and pick up a bullet shell. I toss the shell at the door and all you hear is "BANG..BANG...BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG click click click click" as they shoot and empty their small caliber pistols into the door. 

[Dr.RickMarshall kicks the door open after hearing the third "Click"an see's two other guards along with the third, and Fires 3 shots]

"BANG BANG BANG", you hear ringing in your ears. as their lifeless bodies hit the ground.

[Dr.RickMarshall sniffs the smoke coming off his barrel, holsters it, turns around and walks up the stairs and calmly out the building]

DR.RickMarshall then walks back down to where the agent parked]

  "Next on the Agenda....I need a Flight to Philly" I tell the agent. "No problem boss" he says, "When would you like to leave" he asks.

[Dr.RickMarshall then gets in the back seat and says "Today"]

[The Agent starts the car then speeds off]

{To Be Continued}...

Late into

Day 8

[Dr.RickMarshalls' plane arrives in Philly. He walks out onto the side walk to have a smoke, while he waits for his Agent to show]

The winds blowing, its sharp gusts pierces my jacket. I draw the jacket closer to my neck, and grab my Aviators and throw them on. I pull out the pipe and puff on it and just as I'm finishing up my driver shows up. I turn the pipe over and give it a few taps on my hand to free it of ashes.

[Dr.RickMarshall gets in the car, "where to boss" the Agent says. As Dr.RickMarshall takes out his tobacco pouch and re-packs his pipe, he says "Lets start in Old City District see where it goes from there". "Sure thing boss" he said with excitement]

As I'm sitting in the car I Puff on the pipe looking out the window. We drive through the business district, the beautiful sights of the old brick building that housed the liberty bell building. Everything seems frozen in time, the trees bare, ice pack up along the edges of the street. The wind biting at the cheeks of the people that scurry through the Great city of Philadelphia, just people trying to build a future. 

[Dr.RickMarshalls car pulls up in front of a building and stops."Keep the car running...I shouldn't be long" he exclaims to the driver before getting out of the car]

I reach up with one hand free the buttons, so that The Revolver is easier to access. My hands stiff from the cold, so I slide on some leather gloves.

[Dr.RickMarshall walks into what seems to be a liquor store. He has it in on a good word that says there is a backroom operation going on there. A hot spot for unemployed body guards] 

[Dr.RickMarshall gracefully steps in to the liquor store. Headed on a swivel, observing possible exits or entrances]

As I enter I'm scanning the store, looks like a normal liquor spot tom me. Old man behind the counter, either he was forced let his store run this type of operation or the more likely scenario is that he just need the money to feed his family. Can't fault a man for trying to make a living, so I toss the old timer 20k for any damage I may cause inadvertently and tell him "This might get messy Sir". "I didn't see nothing" he exclaims, but before he runs off I ask him "How many am I working with here". He holds up his hand signaling five.

[The liquor store owner gets his coat and off he goes down the side walk]

[Dr.RickMarshall takes out The Revolver ejects the cylinder, spin it and quickly snaps it bake into place]

I make my way to the back off the store, passing through the freezer and find myself at a metal door. I hold my ear to it and see what i can hear.

[Dr.RickMarshall listens in to what transpire behind the door. He hears men talking about how the are gonna get their liquor off. He can only conclude that these men have turned to boot legging with out authorization]

I stand off to the side of the door, contemplating on how i want to go about this. "Fuck it" i say to myself, so I grab the handle to open the door when it begins to open from the other side. I stop and begin sliding off to the side of the door.

[Dr.RickMarshall waits. The man opens the door and walks out, as he door closes and he begins to walk to the front of the freezer, He grabs him from behind and walks into the room with him]

I hold the gun to his head and walk into the room and as soon as i do they see me and are not happy. They fire immediately, bullets fly past me and some hit the man I'm using as a shield. The man I'm using as a shield dies and as soon as that happens, I kick him forwards knocking two men down. As the men fall shots I leap back into the freezer and fire one shot into the moonshine still.

["BOOM" you hear echoing through Old city District, buildings shake and the ground rumbles. Smoke billowing out of the  building and sirens can be heard off in the distance]

[Dr.RickMarshall had dove under a metal table and surprisingly survived. He rolls out from under the table and runs out the front, Which has yet to catch fire]

[Dr.RickMarshall stumbles out brushing the dirt off his coat turns around and looks at the blaze that he caused and says "Well that was close". He looks at his driver, who is hanging out the car with a bewildered look on his face, and exclaims "Shall we be off or do you wish to enjoy the scenery"."Ummm...ri..right away boss"  he let out slowly]

I hop into the car strike a match and puff on my pipe as we speed off into the Philly Night...

BlackAtom found himself in the districts of Philly once again, after a major load of Heroin was smuggled in through a small harbor, not far from the metropolitan area. He was to meet with an Italian fellow about those units of 'China White', but not for a few hours. He had some time to kill and his weapon was armed and ready for BlackAtom to put his skills to practice. 

He drove around the streets of Philly in his all black Model T sitting on Trues and Vogues, gathering information on some unemployed bodyguards that had the misfortune of failing to protect their employer. BlackAtom had very little time to waste. He grabbed his weapon from the trunk space and placed it on the passenger seat, facing north, with the hand facing east.

He ran 3 red lights without so much as a pedestrian turning a head. He arrives at the liquor where these 'out-of-the-job' security guards were said to be located, only to find that the place had already been shot up. BlackAtom snatches his weapon from the passenger seat, holding it barrel up, mashing the gas to high tail it out of there. He takes a turn at a back street and sees police vehicles speeding toward the direction of the bodyguard massacre. 

BlackAtom put his car in a storage facility and took the next flight to Detroit where more unemployed targets were rumored to be located, abandoning all intention to purchase that good heroin.

Late Evening

Day 9

[After leaving the scene of and unexpected explosion, Dr.RickMarshall instructs his Agent to drive to the airport, where they both catch a flight to the Las Vegas...]

[Both Dr.RickMarshall and his Corrupt Agent arrive in The Strip, LV. The Agent goes an retrieves an unmarked car, while Dr.RickMarshall waits at the pick-up area]

I'm sitting on a bench puffing on my pipe, watching as the sky gleams of orange, hints of purple and blue as night shows its self. "Vegas", I think to myself, such potential in the seclusion of the desert sands. Many opportunities to make extreme profit when I travel back to my City of Detroit.Now that I have been sitting here for awhile I wonder whats taking my Agent so long to get the car. I sit there striking matches puffing away at my pipe.

[The Agent finally come barreling down the street and comes to a dead stop in front of the bench that Dr.RickMarshall had been lounging at]

"Sorry it took so long boss" The Agent said, I quickly replied "Well....What the hell took ya". "I may or may not have come across an opportunity that may or may not include you getting 100 units" The Agent said speaking vaguely. With a slight chuckle in my voice I reply "Okayy...what's with all the excitement?". 

[The Agent tosses something towards him too catch]

[Dr.RickMarshall swiftly catches what he comes to realize is a Agents badge. He swiftly comes to his feet, tilts his head as if to sniff the air and says with excitement "Agent Dr.RickMarshall....no no...Agent RickMarshall". He then says with a reassuring tone "Yess...I like it....whats the play"]

[Dr.RickMArshall puffs of his pipe while listening to what The Agents plan is]

In a serious voice The Agent Says "Alright...We are gonna raid a drug front" then he goes on to say "So no heat and the plus is that its an unauthorized front, lead by unemployed bodyguards who have been slipping under the radar for the past week. So we play a drug raid off to get too the back an shoot the rest of the guys". "You kill them I hold the front and you get the units that are there. One hundred units at least. Bada Bing bada boom" the Agent said in a reassuring voice.

[Dr.RickMarshall takes a moment, Puffs twice and then says  "Mmmm...Sounds lucrative..Lets do it". They Both hop in the car and head to this lucrative venture]

[The Agent pulls the car right in front of this building that's housing the drug front and stops]

[Dr.RickMarshalls' looking out he window at what seems to be a barber shop which is closed but thankfully there's nothing flammable in a barber shop. So hopefully he can avoid any more undue explosions]

I get the Revolver ready for his 5th symphony, Cleaning it with a small cloth as I scope the place before making my entrance. The Night has peeked at its fullest, sky deep purple blue with stars lighting the night. I sit the Revolver in my lap and throw gloves on for added measure. Wind is picking up, debris flies past my window. 

[Dr.RickMarshall know it's time and steps out the car with the Revolver in hand]

I tilt my neck back and forth to limber up a bit. The wind catches my jacket, blowing it to and fro. I begin to analyze the building trying to find a way in, when I see an emergency fire exit off in the side ally. Then out of no where the Agent goes to the front and kicks the door in and looks at me and says "What...We'll leave a tip". "No you'll leave a tip" I reply and continue into the shop.

[Dr.RickMarshall Walks into the barber shop, as the Agent tries to enter Dr.RickMarshall signals him to stay there]

I make my way through a curtain that leads in the back but I find nothing there, I glance around and notice stairs that lead down. I head down the stairs slowly with the Revolver at eye level and make my way to a door. I turn the handle and surprisingly its open, so I enter a see tables full of coke. That's strange I think to myself no one here. That's when I hear talking coming from another door on the other side of the room. I peer across the room and see the handle moving so I dive behind a filing cabinet. With success they don't know I'm here.

[DrRickMarshall yells out FBI freezing from behind the cabinet, as like one of those phrases you've always wanted to say, he gets a little excited when he does]

[To Dr.RickMarshalls surprise the men had just got high on their own supply and drop the bags and surrender with there hands ups]

I hop out of cover with the badge in one hand the Revolver in the other, 'Don't move" I yell. I standing there holding five former body guards turned lowlife at gun point. This is to easy i think to my self, "Ok..I want you four to pack this shit up and put it all in one bag or there will be hell to pay" I say with a poor attempt at mimicking a cop.

[The men immediately begins packing up the coke from both rooms and puts it in front of Dr.RickMarshall]

'This is more than 100 units" I say aloud, one of the men dare to reply with "Its actually 175 units".

[Dr.RickMarshall shoots all four men swiftly and goes up stair to the front of the shop]

I'm walking through the shop, holstering the Revolver as I reach the door. As I'm exiting the building I strike a match and puff on my pipe as I tell the Agent "Get the product and put it in the trunk", "Sure thing boss" the Agent says before scurrying off.

[Dr.RickMarshall puffs on his pipe until the Agent returns from the basement with the units, star gazing as he does]

[The Agent makes two trips]

[On his final trip Dr.RickMarshall  gets in the car re-packs his pipe as they Speed of to there next Adventure...]

Day 10

[Dr.RickMashall had just pulled off an unbelievably easy heist with nothing extra except a fake Agent badge. Hopes high and trunk full of high valued products, they stop off at their hotel for some much deserved R&R. He cleans up and hits the town one last time before they head back to Detroit to secure a buyer] 

[Dr.RickMarshall instructs his Agent to head for The Strip where he plans on getting some drinks]

I'm lounging as my Agent drives us through The Strip, waiting to find a spot to grab a glass of whiskey or a bottle in I can find a liquor store. I strike a match and puff away at my pipe while I enjoy the views Vegas has to Offer. I grab the hand to crank the wind down, to get a breeze going. I then see a liquor store and signal him to stop.

[Dr.RickMarshall runs into the store an gets a bottle of whiskey and pays the clerk extra for sparing a glass]

I walk out the store with a paper bag in hand and hop in the back seat of the car. I pop open the bottle and pour me an extra full glass.

[The Agent starts the car and begins to drive around The Strip. Dr.RickMarshalls enjoying his whiskey and puffing his pipe while a cool breeze circulates the air in the car]

"Ahhhh" I say as I take a double shot to the face.

[Dr.RickMarshall leans forward grabs the bottle, and pours a another double shot then leans back in his seat]

It's mid-evening, temperature starting to drop.Traffic of the city starting to pick up, people starting to roll in as business is high in The Strip as the sun begins to go down.

[Dr.RickMarshall sipping on his whiskey, after gulping the first double shot. The are driving along when a bullet come cracking at their vehicle]

"Crashh" you hear as the car window is suddenly blown out by a bullet.

[Dr.RickMarshall yells out "What the Fuckk", "Step on it" he tells the driver as the glass from the back windshield flies forward"]

"These motherfuckers made me spill perfectly good whiskey" I yelled as the Agent weaves back and forth avoiding gun fire. I draw the Revolver, keeping low in the seat with my back tight against it. I sit up a bit to get a view of the people chasing us, I notice a low life body guard at the wheel of the car. Just caught a glimpse of a man in the back seat, must be one of Durdens henchmen. Either case they are not going to get far If I have anything to say about it.

[Dr.rickMarshall takes a second to think while the driver does his thing. He then tells the driver "when you get a chance, whip it around and try to have them drive past you", "You understand" I confirm he gets it.

[The Agent Driving as fast as he can with the people chasing them 3 car links away. The Agent then say "Got it boss"]

[The Agent find his chance at an intersection. He going a good 45 mph, slows a bit then whips it around as they reach the intersection]

[The Car skids, Dr.RickMarshall leans out the window with the Revolver at eye level, draws a bead on the driver as they pass with bewildered looks on their face and Fires one shot]

"BOOM" as the bullet leaves the barrel and strikes the driver in the head. Their car veers off with the limp body of the driver slumped over, hits a parked car and flips as it lands in the middle if the intersection.

[Dr.Rickarshall tells the driver to pull up to them]

[The Agent comes to a halt in front of the flipped car]

I get out of the car, Revolver in hand. Slowly walk up to the car and notice the Durden in the backseat bloodied

[The Gangster crawls out he broken window stumbling as he does]

[The car begins to catch fire and billows smoke as Dr.RickMarshall stands waiting for the gangster to come to his feet]

[The Gangster stands slowly, wobbling a bit as he does. Looks Dr.RickMarshall in the eye and says "He's coming for you...you fuck" stumbling  and spitting blood as he does]

[Dr.RickMArshall lowers the Revolver to waist level, tilts his head and says "I'm counting on it" then quickly raises the Revolver and puts a bullet in his head]

[The Gangsters body hits the ground. Dr.RickMArshall walks up and searches his body. He just finds a match book that says Chicago bar on it]

[Dr.RickMarshall walks back to his car grabs the bottle of whiskey, takes a drink from the bottle and throws the bottle at the Gangsters body.The bottle shatters and liquor goes all over his body]

I walk back to the car, get in and tell the Agent "Lets move". As he starts the car and pulls off I strike a match puff on my pipe and throw the match at the Gangsters body, catching it on fire.

[The car speeds around the wreck as both the car and the Gangster are on fire]

"take me to the airport" I tell the Agent

[Dr.RickMarshall puffs his pipe and says"We're going to Chicago"]

{To Be Continued...}

Late

Day 10

[Dr.RickMarshalls' flight lands in Chicago, he instructs his driver to retrieve the car]

[The Agent quickly brings the car around]

I'm puffing my pipe as my driver pulls up, I slide in the car and we are off. As he drives he asks "where to boss", I take two puffs and reply "We got one thing to do here before we head back to Detroit to get these units off, head to SouthSide".

[Dr.RickMarshall has plans with a Durden Capo, so they head down to the SouthSide of Chicago]

[Dr.RickMarshall pulls the match book he pulled off of the Durden Gangster yesterday. They drive along and Dr.RickMarshall notices the bar the matches came from. "Chicago Bar" it reads. As they drive past, Dr.RickMarshall instructs the driver to pull a block away]

[The Agent pulls the car a block past the Bar, turns the car around and pull up on the opposite side of the street]

[Dr.RickMarshall walks around the car, leans through the driver side window and instructs his drive to keep the car running. He then tells the Agent "I don't know how this will go in there, so as soon as you see me come out that bar you pull up and get me". "Definitely.. No Problem boss" the Agent assures him]

I button my jacket as to hide my Revolver from view and puff on my pipe as I slowly make my way across the street and down the sidewalk towards the bar.

[Dr.RickMarshall is walking calmly toward the entrance of the bar, puffs of smoke comes up as he does]

[Now Dr.Rickmarshall knows someone in this bar wants him dead but he doesn't know who, so his plan is to let them reveal themselves]

I enter the bar, music is blaring as I do. I look around, puffing my pipe as I do, I then make my way to the bar in the center.

[The bar is nicely furnished with blue, purple and red lights illuminating the bars center. Glasses hanging up reflects the light all over the bar]

"Bartender" I yell trying to project my voice over the music. After filling someones elses drink the bartender looks over at me and replies "What'll it be". I quickly say "Whiskey..neat".

[The Bartender slides the drink on the counter to Dr.RickMarshall]

[Dr.RickMarshall grabs the glass and take it to the head then Quickly says "Bartender....Another"]

[The Bartender refills Dr.RickMarshalls' glass]

I quickly pack my pipe and put the pouch away before grabbing my glass. I turn and lean up against the bar, turn and look around as I'm sipping my whiskey and puffing my pipe.

[Everyone in the bar is going about there business when Dr.RickMarshall ,with his great vision, notices someone look at him and bolt to the exit. Dr.RickMarshall swiftly grabs a bar stool and hurls it at the mans back]

[The entire bar in Aw as this happens]

"Thump....Crash" as you hear the stool hit the man then slam into the ground. "Ahhhh" the man screams in pain as he hits the ground.

[Dr.RickMarshall finishes his drink then walks calmly of to the man, who instantly starts say "I didn't do anything"]

"I haven't asked you anything yet and your already lying...Get the fuck up!" I say with a fierceness in my voice.

[Dr.RickMarshall grabs the man by the shirt and pulls him to his feet]

[As Dr.RickMarshall pulls them man up he draws a pee shooter on me. He instantly grabs his hand and make him shoot himself in the thigh]

"Boom" the gun discharges and echoes through the bar, startling everyone there.

"Ahhhhhh" the man screams in pain. "See...See what happens when do stupid shit old boy" I say to him

"Now lets take a drive shall we..." I tell the man.

[Dr.RickMarshall drags the man , who is bleeding everywhere, outside. When he steps outside his Agent pulls up immediately]

"Pop the trunk" I tell the Agent.

[The Agent gets out the car runs to the back of the car and pops the truck]

"Get your ass in the trunk" I instruct the man. He stupidly replies with "Fuck You"

[Dr.RickMarshall immediately decks him in the face]

[The mans unconscious body falls in the trunk then the Agent shuts it]

[Dr.RickMarshall and his Agent get in the car]

"Where to boss" the Agent asks.

"Mhmmm" i say aloud as I puff my pipe in contemplation.

"Take us too the Docks..."

{To Be Continued...}

Past Midnight

Day 11

[After leaving a bar in Chicago where Dr.RickMarshall nabbed a guy, who definitely knows something, they head to the docks to question and depose of the guy afterwards]

We arrive at the docks after a short drive to the harbor. The moonlight glimmering through a light cloud cover, shiver of the cold night air. Our passenger in the trunk kicking the inside of it, "thump thump thump.....let me out fuckers" he exclaims. I get out the car, pipe hanging out my mouth, and yell "Shut up''. "Fuck you" he replies.

[Dr.RickMarshall signals his Agent to pop the truck with a quick hand gesture as he stands in front of the trunk. It flies open, guy tries to rush out and Dr.RickMarshall lays him out]

"Get some rope...Oh and a chair, then drag this fucker out to the docks and tie him up" I tell the Agent as I strike a match.

[The Agent walks down the dock sets up the chair, then drags the unconscious man down the dock and ties him up in the chair]

[Dr.RickMarshall puffs his pipe looks at the night sky and exhales]

The sound of the harbor bells can be heard in the distance, along with water as it breaks against the docks. Lips chapped from staggering negative degree temperatures. I close my coat tight and pull it up around my neck.

[Dr.RickMarshall walks down the docks, wind biting down on anyone caught in this frigged weather,stands next to the man tied up as he looks off over the waterfront]

I strike a match and puff on my pipe before I start my Interrogation.

[Wind picking up as the buoy lights bob back and forth in the distance]

With the man still unconscious I slap him a couple times til he comes to. "Ahh" the man says as he wakes up in surprise.

"Now you gonna start talking" I asks the man politely 

"Look man...Its not my fault, it's just a job" he replies in a frantic voice

[Dr.RickMarshall unbuttons the lower parts of his jacket, draws the Revolver and put it to his Dome]

The man says confidently "Your not gonna shoot me....you need mee"

[Dr.RickMArshall tilts his head, lowers his Revolver then says,"Your right"]

[In a quick motion Dr.RickMarshall kicks the chair into the frigged water and holsters the Revolver. The man along with the chair go into the water but little did he know the chair was tied to the dock]

[You hear the rope tighten up as the man flies into the water]

"Damn" the Agent said "Didn't expect that" he finishes.

[Dr.RickMarshall signals his agent to pull the man up]

[The Agent grabs the rope and pulls the man from the cold water]

Shivering and bleeding the man is pulled back onto the dock and sat up right in the chair. I kneel down to his level and say "Had enough".

In a shivering tone the man replies,"O-o-kk  his name is Gatson.. O-ok Gatson, he's a Capo for TylerDurden".

"Now was that so hard" I said the the man

"Fuck You" the man says

[Dr.RickMarshall stands up right, kicks the man back into the water and slowly begins the walk back to the car]

"Damn" the Agent says as he stands there and watches the man go right back into the water

[The Agent then catches up to Dr.RickMarshall and asks "Whats next boss"]

[Dr.RickMarshall strikes a match, puffs his pipe]

"Detroit ol' Boy...Detroit"

{To Be Continued...}

Late Afternoon

Day 11

[After arriving in his Great City of Detroit, Dr.RickMarshall was honored and surprised to find a promotion waiting for him, his hunt for Durdens will be postponed for now.]

[Being a Made Man, Dr.RickMarshall felt it is time for an upgrade of housing, from a 3rd floor apartment to something that fit his persona a little better]

[Dr.RickMarshall  gets in touch with a guy about a new home]

[After arriving at his new home just on the out skirts of Downtown, Detroit Dr.RickMarshall is surprised by his new abode]

As we pull in to the drive way, I notice the amazing square footage, bright red brick walls with a chimney that towers over a grey roof which can't be seen due to the build up of snow. Once inside I find it is fully furnished with matching red oak dining and living room tables, jet black piano and a tiger rug in front of it. With a red brick fire place to stay warm on these cold winter nights in Detroit.It has a quaint office that also has wood furniture with a giant globe and a personal library.

[After settling in Dr.RickMarshall retreats to his office where he contemplates his future business dealings. The office is dimly lit with a lamp on the desk and the slight flicker of light when he strikes a match]

[Dr.RickMarshall strikes a match an puffs his pipe]

"Knock knock" I hear at my office door, "Come in" I yell as I exhale the smoke

The Agent opens the door, leans in and says "Boss..I got buyer is line up to purchase you products"

"Well?" I ask him

"Well what?" he asks, "Well? how much?...moron!" I exclaim

"Ohh...All of it boss" he replies

I then tell my Agent "Set it up".

[The Agent closes the door and heads off to deal with the particulars of the deal]

[Dr.RickMarsdall lounges in his office puffing his pipe while he goes through gathered Intel gather from the past couple of days]

[The Agent returns after a short drive with good news]

"Boss its all set up. the exchange will go down in Black Bottom" the Agent tells me

"Good..Warm the car up and load up the products" I reply

[The Agent heads outside and warms the car up as he loads the product in the trunk]

[Dr.RickMarshall dresses warm,gathers his affects along with the Revolver and begins to walkout side]

I step out on the porch and slide on my gloves as I do I take in my new surroundings. Its a nice upper class neighborhood not very many residents due to this areas price range.

A white blanket of snow covers the Neighborhood, trails carved from civilians digging themselves a path to the road and packed snow falls from the bare trees. As my Agent loads the last of the units into the trunk I hop in the car.

[The Agent pulls slowly out the drive way and after a short drive we arrive in Black Bottom]

[The Agent pulls in to the back alley of a Tailor shop, where the transaction will take place and gets out the car]

[Dr.RickMarshall cranks his window down afterwards striking a match to light his pipe and with a quick flicking motion he outs the match and losses it out the window]

As I puff my pipe in the back seat, I see a black car pull in and stop next to us.

[The Agent walks up to the trunk and gets the product out he then holds it up and ask the buyer "Got the green"]

[The Buyer goes to his trunk, pulls out a suit case and hands it to Dr.RickMarshalls' Agent]

"2 Mil...its all there" the buyers said to the Agent

[The Agent inspects the green then hands the product to the Buyer]

[The Agent put the moneys in the trunk and gets in the car]

[As Dr.RickMarshalls' Agent pulls off Dr.RickMarshall projects his voice out the window]

"Good doing business with you" I say as I puff my pipe

[Dr.RickMarshall exhales the smoke out the window as they drive off into Black Bottom]

{To Be Continued...}