The city of New York has not been too safe since there hasn’t been a ruling family in awhile. It was a free for all city. Mobsters roamed around looking for quick ways to make a few dollars. They did not follow any of the rules that the other city’s had. Everyone was selling drugs, prostitution, robbing local businesses and mugging innocents. Apache was in town thinking of opening his own store around the dangerous city. He didn’t think it was as bad as everyone led him to believe. While he was walking down the street minding his own business he seen a group of hoodlums standing at the end of the alley. The oldest one couldn’t of been older than 20 years old, but he was a big kid. He was about 6’ 9” and weighing around 245 pounds. Apache didn’t think to much of the group as he walked by them, until they stepped out onto the sidewalk blocking Apaches path. The group of young men circled the Native man and began to make demands.

”What do we got here boys, I think we found our selfs a real live savage!  Your a long way from the reservation Sasquatch!”

Apache took offense to the mans comments but there wasn’t much he could do.  He was unable to fight all these guys alone, they would definitely kill him.  So Apache put his hands into his pockets and kept his mouth shut hoping they would end up leaving him alone.  Then one of the guys behind him reached for Apaches back left pocket, trying to get his wallet.  Apache turns around to stop the boy.

”What the hell man, I don’t need this shit! Get the fuck out of my way!”

Apache tried to walk through the wall of perpetrators.  The big man threw a vicious right hook into Apaches left eye.  Dropping down to one knee Apache took a few more punches from the group before he lost his mind.  He popped back to his feet throwing left, rights in every direction. He connected with at least four punches before he caught a ringing blow to his ear from behind.  Apache hit the ground hard covering his head to be sure not to be knocked out.  The group of young man started kicking Apache in his ribs and head.  Then the bigger guy of the bunch reached down and pulled out the Native mans wallet.  Opening the wallet he finds $260 and the ID card.

”260 bucks that’s all you got you broke Indian.  Oh and of coarse your name would be Apache, typical!”

the group laughed at the joke and took turns remaining to kick.

New York, the place that never sleeps, besides the sin city or LA. Flexx was out here on business with a few of his guards. Bending corners and making moves. After another successful flip of some packs, Flexx, Taga, and Jeb were stepping out of the local liquor store, head always on a swivel, they make their way down the street. Flexx reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blunt and lights it. Taga had grabbed a six pack, pealed one back and started to take it to the neck. They continue to walk up the block and finally bend the corner. Just as they get a few steps up the block they hear a scuffle going on in the cut.

“Woa! is that?"

He taps Taga on the shoulder

"Hell yea it is.  APACHE!! Lets Go!!“

Flexx yells as him and his guards skip towards the scuffle. The hoodlums were surprised and caught off guard. Flexx came in hot and caught the big dude with a sweeping fist elbow combo. Jeb and Taga followed suit with heavy blows fading the hoodlums with a wave of beat down. Jeb had grabed one and slammed him with a suplex.  Flexx and his boys had the upper hand, but this was not their city, and they new it too. The hoodlums start to scatter and run away, they fake giving chase to make sure they kept it moving. Flexx makes his way back to Apache and helps him up.

“Eh man. Why you didn’t tell no one you was coming out here. It is rough on the solo, you see me wit my thugs.”

Flexx looks at Taga and instructs him to get the vehicle from in front of the liquor store.

When Flex and his guys came in knocking the local gang out, Apache felt a sigh of relief.  He knew that Flex was a brawler so it was a lifesaver that he came around the corner when he did.  After the young men were scared off Flex helped Apache to his feet.

”I know I shoulda told y’all that I was coming out here but it was a last minute business thing!  Thanks bro for handeling that for me, I owe you one!”

Apache shook hands with Flex. Then the car that Taga fetched pulled up and the crew all piled in.  As the squad was driving down the downtown manhattan street they seen a bar/club on the right side.  Apache was a big fan of alcohol and wanted to make a stop.

”ay bro you guys wanna stop and get a drink since we are here?”

Apache didn’t pay no mind to what happened to him just a hour ago.  He reaches into his bag that resembled a backpack and pulled out a Smith and Wesson .357 magnum. 

“We ain’t going in there without heat that’s forsure. This city is fucked up man.  Somebody needs to lay some ground rules for these bitches!”

Apache pulled out 6 rounds from the same bag and loaded them one by one into the revolver.  Then looked over at Flex wondering if he needed to hold his spare M1911 glock.

”Do you got a strap bro?”

Flexx looks back at Apache as he flashes him the glock he had in his holster.

“Laced up already,”

The rest of his boys were ready. This city was on the outs so yea you had to be one hundred percent ready to rock. Looking at Apache Flexx pauses for a sec.

“Let’s do this.”

It was almost like a mission, but just being out and about the boys wanted to get some liquid courage up in them. Flexx fires a blunt up and takes a long drag. They make their way up to the bar passing the blunt amongst each other as they enter. As they enter the place pauses for just a sec, but then it's back to business. It was a pretty nice sized bar with plenty room to move around. Directly to the left as you walked in was a line of tables occupied by a few thugs. Just behind them and more down the way was an area which contained a pool table and darts. As you move along there was the bar, and as you turned was the rest of the place. A lot of tables bordering the room were booths. Taga leans over to Flexx.

‘Im gonna go grab that booth right there.”

He pointed across the room at an open booth and made his way over with Jeb, and Apacha. As the fellas made their way to the booth, Flexx passed by the bar and leaned in to speak to the tender.

“Hey brother. Can we get a bottle over there at that booth my homies are sitting in, and some glasses”

Flexx tips his fedora as he thanks the tender making his way over to his crew. Walking over out of the corner of his eye he catches someone staring at him, or rather him and the rest of his crew. Flexx continues to make his way to the booth like nothing and takes a seat. Jeb had lit a blunt and passed it to Flexx

“I got a bottle coming through. Eh, you see those cats over there in that other booth. I swear they were looking over this way”

Flexx says as he takes a drag of the blunt and passes it to @Apache

When entering the bar Apache went right to the booth withTaga and Jeb. After Flexx ordered the bottle he came and joined the group. Apache was in rough shape with his eye starting to swell up. Apache received Flexxs concern of the guys at the other table eye balling them. Then he takes the blunt from Flexx and voices his opinion.

”Yeah I see them bro! Let’s just stay to our self we don’t know who is running this city you know?”

Apache then began to cough repeatedly from the strong weed.  Not being able to take another hit he passes it over to Taga.  Then the bartender came with the bottle.  She cracked it open and placed a bucket of ice and 4 cups in front of the group of gangsters. Apache was the first to pour up.  He slammed his glass and was already pouring another by the time the other 3 men were ready to pour theirs.

”Thats some good shit Flexx, did you get that out here in New York or back home?”

The group remained to sit at the booth and bullshit over the next hour.  The guys that were suspiciously looking at the squad were still there taking looks from time to time. 

“Hey guys I gotta use the can I’ll be right back!”

Apache got up from the booth and started walking towards the bathroom.  Noticing the guys staring harder at the Native man as he was walking to the restroom.  Once Apache got past the men Flexx noticed two of them get up and follow Apache into the bathroom.

While Apache was taking a piss the two men entered the restroom.  They decided to give Apache a hard time.

”Now your not with your friends, Are you guys list or something?”

Apache finished his piss and tried to walk past the guys hoping to avoid conflict.  Then one of the men shoved Apache up against the stall creating a loud boom sound.

Just then Flexx had entered and made his way over to sock the thug who had pushed Apache, Flexx had started to stomp him out till a few more thugs had made their way in. The numbers were thin for us and we were not in control of this situation. Flexx had went toe to toe with each one he encountered, but it only lasted for a second.  The hoodlums had snatched Flexx up and was holding him down as they took turns beating on him like a punching bag. Constantly the air being pushed from his stomach by destructing blows that were unpadded. The fellas outside couldn’t move fast enough to come help, and when they did the beating would be at a full fledge pounding. Flexx takes another massive punch to the stomach and drops too his knees. The room was blurred, and the sound was muffled as Flexx looked over at Apache making a move. He thought about grabbing his heater but they would just grab it and kill him, that was not the move at the moment. Flexx continued to endure the blows being dealt. He squints trying to focus as the thugs continue.

“Ha Ha, you ain’t so tuff now, is you?’
The thug chuckled as he took another swing.

After Apache was shoved Flexx came busting through the bathroom door. He must had seen the thugs follow Apache in to the restroom. The second Flex came in he began fighting. He was putting up on hell of a fight until the thugs took over the situation and were jumping him.

Apache watched in shock that this was happening again.  Once his mind came back too, Apache reached into his waistband and drew his .357 magnum.  Cocking the hammer back he placed the steel barrel on the back of the mans head that was punching Flexx.  Without hesitation Apache pulled the trigger.  The lead bullet exploded into the young thugs head blowing a quarter of his skull off the front of his head.  Blood splatted all over Flexx and the other two thugs in the bathroom.

”You dumb mutha fuckas, you are all dead!”

Apache cocked the revolver back again this time blowing a hole the size of a baseball through the bathroom door the other two men were running out of.  Apache helps Flexx back to his feet.

”Bro get your strap out we have to get out of this club!”

Apache and Flexx ran out of the bathroom only to see Jeb and Taga taking cover behind the bar.  The thugs now had about 20 people emptying clips at the squad.  Apache sent another loud bang directly at the front door where most of the thugs were located.  The bullet hit one of the men in the shoulder.  The .357 rounds were very powerful destroying anything in its path.  The shoulder shot almost severed the mans arm off.  

Apache flips the table and him and Flexx took cover behind it.

”What’s next bro? How the hell are we going to get out of here?”

Lucky Taga and Jeb was behind the bar. That was the closest way to the front door, They definitely would get out and figure something out. Bullets was firing over their head with no room to breath. Flexx looks at his heat, and then over at Apache.

“I think Taga and Jeb can get out, get the car and we can push out the back of this spot. Let’s lay some distraction fire out there. “

Flexx comes from around the table and lays down some rapid fire towards the thugs. Apache was doing the same from the other side. In the comotion. Taga and Jeb was able to make their way out the front. Apache and Flexx would just have to hold fast for a few, hoping that Taga would be pulling up. There were too many thugs and not enough ammo. It would be a better move to get away and fight another day, He paused for a moment and stood to take three to four quick shots to back them up. “BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!” He squats back down and looks around hoping to see if Taga may have pulled up, he looks over at Apache, and then down at his gat and reloads it.

After Taga and Jeb got out of the front door and to the car Apache and Flexx continued to shoot. They shot until there was no ammo left. Then they heard honking from outside the back door. The duo made a dash for the door. Once they got to the back Flex dove into the back seat of the car. Apache seen a man running down the alley towards them. The man was shooting reckless at the car. Apache pulled his last shell out of his pocket and loaded into the revolver. He took a second to aim, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The man dropped behind the huge spark that came out of the .357.

Apache dove in the car beside Flexx and Taga peeled off.  After making sure they were all safe the 4 got a few blocks away.  Once safe they all broke out in laughter. Then through the chuckles Apache had a request.

”Alright guys I think we had enough fun, we should probably get back to Vegas before we end up dead in New York.  Thanks you guys I’d probably be dead without you!”

The group drove back home in a hurry!