Flexx hits the block and he pulls up around back to the HQ. It was a discreet location so Flexx made haste to get there. He needed to drop the bosses cut off, and stop in and say hello to a few of his associates. He parks and hops out of the vehicle. With his head on a swivel he looks around again, just to make sure. He grabs the bosses portion and takes it inside, tipping a younger thug to watch his vehicle.  He walks in passing a few gangsters by the door, they step out of his way, purely out of respect. He walks up to the bar where a few of his homies where sitting, and pays his respects. He looks at the tender and nods grabbing the tip of his fedora. The tender brings over a glass and pours him a shot and places an ashtray on the counter in front of him. He nods again to the tender, as he takes a sip of his drink. He pulls the blunt out of his pocket and lights it. As he takes a drag he glances over and sees Wendigo sitting down the way. He holds his glass up as to toast. Just waiting and taking a break for a moment before he went up to see the boss. Things were on the move up and the crew had more to do. This was just the start. He finishes his drink, and takes another drag of his blunt then puts it out. Pays the tender and makes his way upstairs to the boss’s office. He passes a few more associates as he hits the stairs and approaches. There was a office down the way empty, he figured that he could post up in there once he gets settled.  The boss’s door was just cracked so he tapped it before entering.

“Enter!”

Apache belted as he sat at his desk going through some papers or something. Flexx walks in and places the bag on his desk.

“Yup, I knew they would be out there puttn in work, and I have a contact that can get us every location.”

Flexx says as he takes a seat. He reaches in his breast pocket and pulls a blunt out and lights it.

“So what do you say? I think we can come up.”

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

“Eh. where Ghost?”

He sits waiting for the boss’s reaction hoping that he would be in on dismantling the durdens.

Apache was sitting at his desk when he heard the tap on his door. After Flexx entered and handed him the money it caught Apaches attention. He never liked Tyler Durden and his crew and he wouldn’t like nothing more than to dismantle his whole operation. That was sure to be a hard task considering he has the streets on lock from coast to coast.  Apache takes his eyes off his paper and directs his attention to Flexx.

”Lets take a ride brother!  I’m sure I could have Ghost finish what I’ve got going here!”

The two walk through the headquarters looking like they ment business.  While passing the bar the tender had a shot of Apaches favorite gin already poured and sitting on the counter.  Apache grabbed the glass, took the shot and kept walking. It was like he didn’t even stop. The two walk out to the garage and hop into Apaches new Bugatti.  The car was all glossy black with black rims.  The inside was a red leather. They pulled out of the headquarters driveway.  As the quarts were opening the gate Apache stopped the car and rolled down his window.

”Make sure Flexx-Mitchell’s car gets into the garage, if anything happens to it that’s your ass!”

Apache stepped down hard on the gas leaving a huge cloud of rubber smelling smoke behind.  As they made their way down the strip Apache looks over to Flexx interested in what he was saying earlier.  

“Why don’t you light up another one of those blunts bro?  So you have a plan on destroying the Durden empire huh?  Well you got my attention, Not because of the cash but because I want to see those fucks fall.  They are always making this life more difficult than it needs to be, plus try to create their own rules to this shit!”

Apache takes the lot blunt Flexx handed him and took a few puffs. Starting to feel the effects of the marijuana he asked the next question.

”Who’s got the info? Where do we start?”

Flexx was nothing but happen to give the information and lay the plan out to the boss. He loved this part of the game, and he played it well. He stayed in the streets making connects and networking. Trying to touch all he could when he was out and about when it came to info.

“So I have a contact, my man G. he has the first few locations, we can go see him down at one of my spots”

Flexx says as they make their way over to the location. The pull up in the alley and park in the back. As they hop out Flexx looks over at one of his associates,

“Make sure we are good, we won’t be that long”

He motions his eyes towards the vehicle as they make their way inside. The place was nice and mellow, not much traffic so perfect for a quick talk about handling business. They spot Gee, and Matua waiting in a booth in the corner. Gee waves at Apache and Flexx to come over and join them. As they approach the booth and take a seat, there was drank and herb to smoke.

“This is Apache. The one I told you would help us out. Apache, a few of my thugs.”

Flexx introduces them as he takes a seat, he reaches over for the cognac and pours himself a shot.

“Ok, So those durds, are posted up everywhere, and my man G here has a few of the locations. I figure once we get started they will all be exposed and ours for the taking.”

Flexx says as he takes a drag of the blunt and passes it. He reaches for the bottle and pours himself another shot. 

“I figure we can use whatever help we have posted up in each city to set up shop before we move on each location. LA. prime start, once we get that right then we move to the next. What do you think?”

Apache walked over to the thugs with Flexx. They seemed pretty low on the totem pole but looks can be deceiving and Apache knew that.  He took a shot of the booze himself and got back to business looking to Gee.

”So LA huh?  What are we looking at first? The drug ring? Prostitution?”

Apache took another puff of the spliff before passing it back in rotation.

”Flexx let’s get a exact location.  I’ll go to that payphone over there and see if we don’t have a few guys out there in LA!”

Apache walked to the phone leaving Flexx to iron out some details.  He dialed the number to his old childhood friend Rocko.

”Hey Rocko, It’s Apache long time no talk. Say you got a few guys I can borrow for a day or two? They gotta be solid and ruthless!”

After getting the conformation from his LA friends Apache walked back to the planning group. It seemed Flexx got everything he need because he was shaking Gees hand and saying his goodbyes.  Flexx and Apache headed back for the Bugatti.

”LAs going to take a few hours are you sure Gs info is right bro. I’d hate to see us head out there for nothing. Or even worst a setup!?”

Fllexx looks over at Apache with a smirk as he takes another drag of the blunt.

“We got this. Matua has the safehouse, we got numbers”

Flexx says as the hop in the vehicle and make their way on the trip. From Vegas, the tripp was about three to four hours. The safehouse was directly outside of LA, just west of Vegas in a small discreet town. It was getting into the middle of the night so they would arrive first dawn. Always making moves, Flexx loved the hustle. The drive was relaxing so once they arrived they would be sharp on their feet. They finally roll in to the little town, it was quiet just as needed. They pull up to the safehouse around back and pull in the garage. Taga and Fade had arrived earlier and was already waiting for the rest. They jump out of the vehicle and make their way inside. As they enter Flexx spots Taga and Fade, he walks over and gives them both a handshake.

“What’s good?”

He says as he takes a seat. There was a gentleman that came out of the back room with water and glasses, he also brought out a box with a few ashtrays and placed them in front of Flexx. Flexx reaches in and pulls a blunt out and lights it.

“Ok, so Gee let me know there is a betting track right on the border of LA where those durds operate out of. Besides the clientele, they are staffing about seven dudes. The location wasn’t that big but it was guarded to the tee. Three to four guys in the back, and the rest plus one holding down the door. All we need now is to put a plan together. There is a safe as well, so we have to figure who does what.”

Flexx takes another drag of his blunt and passes it over to Apache thinking about the layout and the plan, they new they had the man power. Apache had a few he was bringing in as well. So, Fade, Taga, Matua, that was already three that was with Flexx. He poured himself a glass of water, as they sat going over the plan.

When they arrived at the safe house Flexx already had a few guys there meaning the plan was falling into order. With the extra man power this thing would go down without any problems. Apaches men should be there first thing in the morning.

”Ok so I got two solid guys that are really good at following orders.  They will be here first thing in the morning in the mean time let’s quarterback this thing.  A horse track huh?  All we can hope is the don’t have a sniper up high and everything will be good.  Flexx you and your men are going to storm the front entrance.”

Apache got handed the blunt from Flexx. He took a few puffs and was beginning to get back to the plan when they heard a knock at the door.instead of waiting there were two big older Italian men walking in.

”Knock knock anyone here.”

Flexx instantly jumped and pulled his pistol out and pointed it at the men.  Apache realized that they were his men and pushed Flexx’s gun down slowly.

”Tony and paulie you are early please take a seat.  This is my brother Flexx!”

After the men all got greeted Apache passes the blunt back to the anxious Flexx and got back to the plan.

”As I was saying Flexx you and your men will storm the front after Tony you will go in and act as a better.  Me and paulie will come through the back.  Tony I need you to make sure they don’t have a sniper up top anywhere!”

Flexx takes another drag of the blunt as he pauses for a second to think.

“But I think we can walk straight in. As soon as the first race is over it will be too busy for anyone else to know what happend. We can take a drive and check it out. Yea, let's take a look.”

Flexx says as he looks over to Matua, since Matua had more experience with the area he could drive them through the area to just take a look at things from the outside. Flexx takes another drag of his blunt and then passes it. The crew was ready, after a quick drive by we could set a time to make the move. Flexx, Matua, and Apache, make their way out back to the vehicle. They hop in and make their way into the city to check the location. The drive into the city was not long and they wanted to get out and see some of it anyway. Once this hit was done, it would be back to the safe house and onto the next. They make their way down the block where the location was. It was a bit quiet, minimal traffic, really nothing going on. The location took the whole corner, but we just had eyes on the money location, and where our enemies would be posted. You could see a gate which accessed the location from the back. From the front you would have to actually slide in and make your way to the back. Situation. How do we get to the back where we need to be.

“I think we would need a diversion and someone to post up out front incase they flush from the back rush, but once we are in and we do it right. They shouldn’t have too much time to react from the surprise.”

They take a few laps around the block to make sure they can see the set up.

“Ok, I see one outside, looks like he is a smoker. Ah, and looks like there is a dude that comes out to check on him, that would have to be timed so we don’t get caught slippin. Yea, we got this. Let’s get back and we can finalize this.”

They make their way back to the safe house to make sure they are lined up for the next day.  Flexx takes another drag of his blunt as they cruze back to the spot.

Once back at the house the crew came up with the decision that Apaches two guys will smoke a cigarette by the front entrance. Apache, Flexx , Fade and Taga will walk in separately so nobody knew they were together. They would split up before they hit. Matua would keep the car running.

Apache was starting to feel a little tired considering it was almost 4 o’clock am.  He pulled out a little bottle of gin and started gulping away.  Apache has a rough time falling asleep if he did not drink himself asleep.  He looked over to Flexx with a question.

”Aye bro could you light up another blunt I need to get faded if I want to ever fall asleep tonigh!”

The question was more of a statement, but Flexx was able to help him out lighting it and passing it over.  After a few deep inhales Apache was starting to feel the buzz from the gin and now the effects from the marijuana.  His eyes started to drop low.  Flexx taps Apache on his shoulder to wake him.

”Bro there’s a bed in the back room for you let’s pick this thing up tomorrow!”

Apache wobbled back to the bed and dropped until later that day.

After everybody woke up it was about time to get to the betting track.  The crew loaded up with all the fire power needed to make the heist go down without a hitch.  They all go to the garage and pile into the box van.  When they got close to the track Flexx had Matua Park kiddie corner from the main entrance.  Tony and Paulie got out and walked to the front door smoking a cigar and talking. Apache turns to the rest of his partners in crime.

”Lets do this thing right, this track needs to be shut down tomorrow for good.  If we have to hurt them so be it!”

Everything was set, and they were ready to go. With Tony, and Paulie posted at the door, they were great look outs for if anything looked sideways. Flexx went first,and then Taga and Fade can slide in just as patrons.. He discreetly made his way towards the front entrance. His part was to make his way in, place a bet. And post up in front of the radio next to the door to the back room. That is where we needed to get. One by one.

Flexx walks in passing Tony, and Paulie at the door smoking a cigarette just outside. He tips his fedora to show acknowledgment. The crowd was thick inside so you know the cash was flowing in here. As he made his way slowly to the betting window, he scans the area to get a quick visual. He could see that the targets were not in sight so that could only mean they were holding down the money. Better for them to be in one area anyway. Flexx stands in line waiting to approach the window, still with his head on a slow swivel. Still no appearance of the durdens. He walks up to the window and places his bet. The tender hands him a ticket and he takes it and makes his way over to his spot. Just as he leans up against the wall and looks at his ticket he pulls out a cigar and lights it. All of a sudden he could see one of the durdens from the corner of his eye. He slightly turned to get a better view. As he takes a look at a program he picked up he glances and sees a few durdens making their way out of the back room. There was two of them, but we estimated it to be maybe six. Just then Taga was already at the bar having a drink and fade was watching the ponies. Flexx made his way in a slow pace hovering around the back door entrance. One of the durdens was close to the door, and the other walked rover through the area, they all was posted and waiting for the next move

After Tony and Paulie got in place and Flexx and his boys got inside Apache waited for his que to head in. He knew they were going to pull this off but didn’t quite know how yet. Then came his sign. One of the durdens came out to smoke a cigarette, the same one as before. That was when Paulie made his move he walked up behind the opposition grabbed him by his hair and sliced his throat with his boot knife. As the man was fighting for his life Paulie was dragging the struggling body towards the side alley. That was when the second durden came out to check on his partner. Tony threw a viscous right hook into the second mans temple, then put him into a strong sleeper hold knocking him out. That was Apaches sign he grabbed the 12. Gauge and jumped out of the back of the van. He bum rushed through the doors sending a loud bang into the ceiling.

”Everyone get the fuck down!”

Apache seen a familiar face sitting at the bar next to Taga.  It was FastFingerFreddy, Apache wondered what he was doing here.  Freddy looked around to see his family holding up the track.  As Apache was busy looking to Flexx to give him the nod to clear the cash room the bartender pulled out a shotgun.  He took a shot at Apache and at the same time Freddy sent one at him. Freddy’s bullet missed by about half a inch from the durdens skull.  The bartender pumped another round into the chamber of his shotgun and sent Freddy through the air.  Taga pulled his 9mm out and ended the durden right there. Apache ran to the money room door with flex.

”Lets go on three! One, two, three!”