It seems things had been happening lately, Jake had been too busy with his own business in New York, then Las Vegas, and most recently Chicago to notice. It seems threats against the city of Los Angeles had been gathering, things were just beginning to pick up and now he had to wonder, just who was bringing this threat here!? Who had the balls to attack the City of Angels? 

It seems the remaining Bodyguards of the once LA Mob Factions had united in an effort to overthrow Thomas Laurel and his gang of merry misfits. Now Jake couldn't have that, he was just reaching a new level with his deck of cards game. Plus he still had to beat one of his rivals, Amy, who continued to have the better deck but that was for a later date. This was about now and what he wanted to do against the enemy in front of them. 

Usually Jake would have tried to gather some of his own men, seeing as they had some united experience in fighting against outside threats, only that had proven to be one of his more bad ideas as immediately, his group was targeted and rather caught up in defending their base of operations, this left Jake with an option of gathering the notable members of the Los Angeles underworld...

Just who would answer the call to war? This was not going to be easy, this was going to bloody, this was going to cost them their homes and more than likely, it was going to be one of the more gruesome wars seen in a long time, this was not going to end with a simple takedown or in-sync fires of a gun...this was...it was going to be one of the few times that Jake was involved in something that would lead to the destruction of a city's reputation.

"Jake, there are men outside the residence, they are calling for your head! They're carrying Shotguns and Pistols, they are making their way up and they don't seem to care for the Hotel's gun policy."

Jake smiled, looking down at his watch, they were different. It was not something that he liked, this was not something he expected. He smiled, looking at his associate with a raised eyebrow before removing a Pistol from his waistband. What? Did he think that he was not going to be prepared? He had heard whispers of this for months now.

"Call ThomasLaurel, Baby_Beel, everyone. Tell them we have a problem on our hands...a problem that needs their immediate attention..."

Baby Beel dropped down from the air, seemingly from one of the nearby roofs. He made a salute to ThomasLaurel , and smiled to Jake Peralta. He adjusted his shades which reflected the glare from the sunlight and asked, "Chika? (What is going on here?)"

Baby Beel then pulled out a tiny shotgun from behind him. He was ready for some action.

"Chika? (Oh right, you mentioned how some bodyguards were attacking us? Can I attack now?)" Baby Beel continued. His hair was disheveled which suggested that he was recently busy. That probably explains his temporary confusion.

"What in the Samhain is this? You can't just drop from the nearby roof...like...what!?"

Jake was completely mind-boggled at what he just witnessed before he heard men in the adjoining room, he looked at the bourbon on the table with a pure gaze of lust picking it up quickly and placing it inside his duffel bag. He flipped the table over, using it as cover, he looked towards Beel with a raised eyebrow. 

"Oh sure, just let me do all the work, eh?"

He sighed, before hearing that they were still looking for him, Beel seemed to be loading up his own tiny shotty. He sighed wondering how a baby had access to such weaponry, he decided to question it for later, the inner cop in him growling at his relaxed state of seeing a baby wield such a weapon.

"Well....if you want to attack, I suggest we do so now while they're distracted and I'm pretty sure this is just the hit-squad sent to take me down...soo we got some work to do Beel...you can understand me right?"

His head tilted to the side curiously, wondering if he was having some kind of tripped out experience, this was going to be a long day...

Jester had heard in the crew headquarters about the bodyguards that were out and set for destruction.  Jester packed his bag of tricks full of bowling pins, card decks, juggling balls, several pitols and rode his unicycle over to see Jakeperalta.  He'd heard that he was going to lead the response against the body guards.

As he approached on his unicycle, he lit up a smoke and noted jakeperalta and baby_beel hunkered down under a table waiting for the worst to come.  He started juggling his blowing pins as he approached and joined them behind the table.  

"Quite a motley crew of gangsters we have here!!"

jester pulls out his pistols and makes sure they're loaded.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! A Jester!? This is freaking awesome...I mean...oh no we're gonna die."

Jake noticed the look they were giving him, he tilted his head to the side and knew that he had to make this somewhat believable. He knew that he really sucked at that type of things, these situations really got his blood going, he did wonder how Jester had gotten past the waves of enemies. He would have to keep an eye out for this guy!

"Now....anymore surprises before we really get started and show these fuckers what we can do!?"

Jake looked around for a moment, he needed to know as these guys were going to enter at any moment and he knew that some people might try a last-minute movie save! This was not the time for it, he needed everyone to be ready...he was going to have his Ron moment!

"Wait.....Jester, just where did you put those Pistols and Bowling pins?"

It's easy to forget one of your capos is just a baby after you see him juggling knives, spitting fire or target practicing to shoot the vases inside the HQ after pick-pocketing some less attentive visitor. Seeing him drop from the roof was nowhere near enough to get his heart racing anymore, and as the little fella showed more prowess than it's usual to find in grow-ass men, Thomas made sure that he'd have the proper sized arsenal to get his training started in the fine-arts of getting things deader. It seemed now that all the attention was about to pay off.

The Godfather looked at his associates while he loaded his Tommy Gun with a full drum. "A jester, a baby, a detective and a godfather walk into a hotel bar. The detective says action and everyone seems to be ready for some." He chuckled. "Not my weirdest day in the least."

He sat his machine gun at top of the counter, behind the bar, aiming it at the entrance and then looked around. They were lucky that besides the bartender who just fainted at sight of guns being drawn, the place was empty. The voices kept getting closer but they still probably had time to spread and cover all corners.

"We should probably split and take cover. Beel's the shotgun, so maybe take cover closer to the door and unload when they come inside? They're here for you Jake, if they think you're alone they will come all confident. How do you feel about just sitting behind that table facing the door? They'll see you, rush in and then we drop lead." He looked at the three guys crouched behind the table and then at the entrance as the voices kept getting louder.

"Wait a tick...that sounds like I'm baiting them!"

Jake looked between all three of them and it seemed they all had an accord, you gotta be shitting him! This was not the way he pictured this going down, he pictured well...a blaze of glory and the bodies of their enemies surrounding them, this was something unexpected, he looked between all of them once more as the door was being blasted into once more. 

"Oh come on guys, you can't be serious! Why not have the baby do it!? He's more approachable and would easily lure in those gullible fucks, it could be one of the better moves."

Had he just tried to use a baby as bait to lure in their enemies? Why yes, yes he had and he was not taking it back. He knew if he even stepped into that place that he would have been blasted into the afterlife. 

"So, let's put this to a vote, what do ya say?"

Oh yes, cause right now was the time for democracy and his need to not be the first one to be shot at...he was good firing the shots, not takin them...it was a common survival type schtick. 

At that moment, Terenzio was exiting the latrine. He pulls a blunt out and lights it. Looking around he can see that everyone was now in a position to protect. He quickly slid to a position of cover and pulled his heaters out. 

"Yo!! Whats goin on.? Damn, what did I miss?"

Terenzio says as he takes another drag of his blunt waiting for a response from his fellow mobsters. Just on top of the bar was a shot of cognac, Terenzio reached up, grabbed the shot with his fingers and finished it with one gulp. Hitting his blunt again as he waits patiently. He thought to himself about the meet he had set up with Donatello, but what was next, he was unsure but ready. 

Baby Beel looked at JakePeralta, Jester, ThomasLaurel, and Terenzio-Dimock. More will probably come, and they're still welcome any time. However, Baby Beel was bored and wanted to get things started. He wanted to drink too but Jake Peralta had been eyeing him since he took out his shotty.

For now, he proceeded outside the door. From what he understood, he needed to bait the bodyguards. And Baby Beel understood bodyguards well. So, Baby Beel went to the local LA bank and started withdrawing money. The bank was kind enough to lend him carts, and he started using the carts to dump mountains of cash in front of the merry gang.

"Adah (If there was one thing bodyguards used a lot, it's cash,)" Baby Beel said as he sat down on one mountain of cash. "Dah (Even my most loyal ones want them.)"

While Jake Peralta was looking at the mountains of cash sure to attract bodyguards, Baby Beel sneaked into the bar. He took quickly downed a couple of vodka shots since he probably wouldn't get a chance with Jake around. His cheeks turned rosy, and he started walking absent-mindedly back to the cash. He then laid down on it and started snoring. A snot bubble formed on his nose.

Baby Beel might have just wanted to drink but this was also part of the plan. A lot of cash and a drunk baby. That's enough bait for anyone as far as Baby Beel was concerned!

"Oi! Oi! Bait Baby!-"

It was here that he noticed the look his fellow defenders were looking at him in, he found himself blushing with embarrassment before grumbling and deciding to just wait here, seeing what the baby was doing before having a rather lengthy drink of Vodka. This kid was going to be the death of him. 

"What!? Like you guys couldn't step up, the baby over there is the bravest man of us all...- wait, that doesn't include me, I could have gone up there as well! I just decided to take a seat back, you know?"

His look was unconvincing, a rather nervous smile twitched at his lips as he stared down at the distraction, the doors were soon to be open and with the arrival of Dimock, this was going to be a more even battle. Still, one of them was high, the other was a drunk baby, the third a jester, the fourth a cop with one arm and then a mobster with a penchant for alcohol...their chances weren't that bright.

"Now, before we go into guns blazing, does anyone wanna prepare themselves because once we storm in there, we ain't stopping! Understood?"

To cap off his statement, Jake reloaded his gun and peeked over the desk with a wary eye. He kept his eye on the Bait, before the doors continued to bang and one more would be doing it, it was now or never!

The first battle would begin soon and they needed to be prepared!

Jester smiled at Jakeperalta.  So much inquisition. 

"I'm a fucking Jester.  Those badasses obviously just figured that I was on my way to my to another show.  Full on stealth in daylight here, Mister Peralta."

Jester lit another smoke and loaded up his pistol.  Fuck, shit, what was he thinking??  This was a job for a Tommy gun.  He got rid of the pistol and loaded a full clip into the gun.  Careful not to hit the decoy, comatose Baby_beel he lowered the muzzle and took aim at one of the poor saps heads.  Gentle squeeze and he watches the first bodyguard's head pop like a dirty blackhead all over baby_beel.  He made a note to get some baby wipes and clean him up before he was a little more cognitive.

"You remind me of another Jester, goes by the name Cicero...I hope to god, if there is one, that you two never meet. May whoever is up there have mercy on our souls if that happens..."

*BAM!*

"Well fuck! Tommy! Dimock! BABY! Wake your ass up! Start shooting that shotgun of yours or so help me god!"

Jake took his gun out from his waistband and started to aim, only to immediately duck down as the shots came close to his head and he breathed in. This was not something that he was going to be enjoying, it was rather intense...

"Come on guys, now is the time where we say "FUCK YOU BASTARDS, EAT SOME LEAD! Or some other cliche shit like that..."

Once again, Jake was on the receiving end of some looks and he nodded, understanding that now was not the time for his humor that seemed to come at the worst times. Almost like he was trying to compensate for something

Jake fired blindly, believing that he hit some of the goons that had decided to take on the Los Angeles underworld, this was not the best moment and he knew this was going to be one of the few moments where he had to be serious...well fuck that!

"Come on you fuckers! You want some!? Come take it!"

Jake once again aimed and killed two of the bodyguards who were immediately replaced with some more in the back...this was going to be a while. 

"Let's start shooting boys! Show these fuckers what we're made of, yes...that was technically a cliche line, focus on the gunfight guys!"

Jake fired before ducking down, wondering if the Bait Baby was alright and ready to proceed!