James rides in the back of his car driven by Mave, his most loyal and longest standing bodyguard. The task of driving is one she took so she can control things if they get out of hand. He checks his gun, a nickle plated Browning high powered 9 millimeter his father had left to him, with a crest from his crew. It was a way to remember to always live with honor. That brought him to the task at hand. He is headed to a remote warehouse he owns and uses for not so pleasant things like today, where he is going to get some information from a couple of the Durden boys. They had been running drugs and guns through his district; now they went way too far by going after one of his boys, robbing and beating him.

James was never one to let others hurt his people, and now he is going to find out if they had done it on their own or on Tyler's orders. He pulls up to the warehouse where several of his guys had brought the Durdens earlier that day. He gets out and speaks with his guys then heads inside. The Durden boys are in the back in a small room, tied up and gaged. James takes his jacket off and lays it on a table. He looks at the men as they look at him and he begins to speak.  

"I know who you work for and what you have been doing. I did not stop you because it was not necessary, then you went after one of mine. I can not allow that to stand. What I need to know is whether this was ordered or just you doing your own thing." The men both look at him with hatred in their eyes. James picks up a screwdriver and stabs the first man in the shoulder then pulls the gag out. "This can be very bad or it can be very easy. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know." The man looks at him and smiles. "It was our left hand man and you're all going to die. He wants this city."

James turns to Mave and nods. "You know what to do," he says. She looks at him and nods back. "Yes, sir."

Mave waits until around one AM when she knows Robert Paulson is asleep before heading to his back door. In her line of work she has learned a lot of tricks, like picking locks and the like. She goes to his room, quiet as a mouse dressed in all black, with her hair tied back and a mask covering her face. She finds him sound asleep and cuffs him to the bed. He wakes up as she shoves a gag in his mouth. She looks at him and smiles. She can see the sweat and smell his fear. She pulls the mask off. "I want you to know no one messes with the Westies and lives to tell about it." She pulls out a wicked sharp knife and slices his throat then finishes her task.

Her next stop is the home of Marla Singer, the Right Hand Man of Tyler Durden's outfit. She knows the place since she has staked it out since they set up here a few weeks ago, just in case this was necessary. She heads up the back steps and slips inside; her years of training in the special forces had trained her for just this sort of thing. She slips through the house to the bathroom and inside where Marla is showering. She rips the curtain down around Marla's head and uses it to suffocate her, laying her wet body on the floor before she sets to work. She has a statement to make, after all.

Mave has found the perfect spot and time. It is a very classy place that her boss owns through a dummy corp. She has gotten Tyler to agree to a date. He is furious about the death of his hands but has no idea she was involved. He shows up with security in tow; they wait outside as he sits down. She leans in and says, "This will not take long. I have a surprise for you." She motions to the box. He turns to open it. Inside are the heads of Robert Paulson and Marla Singer. He turns to find her gun pointing right in his face. "James Coonan sends his regards." She says as she pulls the trigger. Outside, his security is quickly dealt with by the men sent to aid her in this endeavor.