Lucy, back-lit by the rising sun, stood just outside the private plane that was taxing down the runway of a small local airport just outside Philly.  Her mind wandered to the events of the last twenty four hours.  The bullets flying, tearing through the various establishments which had seemed so much like fortresses - the screams & the blood.

She blinked, slow, her red locks blowing in the breeze all around her face.  Behind her eyelids she could see the men and women she had once followed, laid out in their Sunday best and laying in coffins - BetsyLou , Pollution , and even the titan Disorder - so man funerals in such a short amount of time.

She hadn't loved all of them equally.  In fact, a fair amount of them were right bastards, but they had helped her get her start and they had lead their families for quite some time.  In that, respect was due, if nothing else.  She'd joined the Willshire and was certain that Vivian_Ward could keep her safe where the others had failed.  She'd been wrong about her too.  

Lucy opened bright green eyes just as her bodyguards and staff departed the small plane and made their way towards her and the cars she had arranged for them.  Sadly, in her mind all she could see was was Vivian dying over and over again.  The memory of that night on the streets, afraid that someone might recognize her as a former member of the families who had fallen - worried that the next shot she heard, would be the one with her name on it.

Had anyone made it out?  Scatman-John , Yvette_ ,... where had SMOG gone?  Would she ever know for sure?  

The memory of Arya_Stark and MisterSinister appearing out of nowhere to offer her not just a home, but a new beginning, still felt surreal.  Philly was a world away from Hell's Carnival, Las Vegas.  The Faceless Men weren't SMOG... but perhaps it was best that part of her life was buried with pretty BetsyLou.  It had been an idealic young life for a gangster, but if she was ever going to be a real pro, The Faceless Men could teach her what she needed to know.

"We're packed up and ready to roll, Boss."  Yamir interrupted her thoughts.  The plane had been unloaded and cars loaded - how long had she been daydreaming?  "Where we heading?"

"The House of Black and White."  Lucy said flatly heading towards her car where Giuseppe stood waiting with the door open.

"The what?"  Yamir was clearly not in the loop, as it rightly needed to be.

"Home."  she clarified.  "Get in.  I'll give you directions on the way."

"Glad you're in one piece, Lucy."  Giuseppe said quietly as Yamir walked off.

She paused and looked up at the gentle giant fondly.  Through it all, Giuseppe had been with her.  She patted his cheek.  "You too."  With that she ducked into the car and headed to her crew's HQ.

'' These are great hopes and dreams ,ideas and ideals .Indeed you are going to live until you die but at least die in front of  a gunpoint.Don't kill yourself or anything.There was saying in a movie i have watched.It wasn't in English but i can translate like ''If you are going to attempt suicide ,do it by living''.And good luck at your new home .I have seen the HQ .Lady Arya_Stark have oame style with those decorations ,and yeah I am talking about that chandelier which has faces all around it ! God , so disturbing.'' 

A badly lit room; a desk, an ashtray and a bottle of old whiskey was where Mister Sinister had decided he would linger. He sat there staring at a phone placed right in the middle of the desk. He thought of what had happened and what was in his best interests now when all of sudden a thick mane of red hair entered his thoughts...

He picked up the phone and after a few moments he whispered "I'm coming to Philadelphia, have someone sent for Lucky if she isn't already dead."

Finishing his cigarette he poured himself a good helping from the bottle of whiskey and motioned to his bodyguard to get his coat.