SINGER stared out the window of his apartment in Las Vegas. The lights of Vegas were simply amazing at night. Alone in his room he stood with the lights turned off. He was awaiting something big to happen. The clock continued to tick and the people kept walking in and out of the casinos. The Desert Inn was filled with mobsters from every city. Rumor was the biggest bank hit was soon to take place. The phone began to ring. SINGER walked over to pick it up.

Hello? Yeah that's fine. In the streets? Is that safe? That's fine then i will be there.

SINGER hung up the phone grabbed his coat and took a drink of his glass of water. He walked out the door of the apartment. Soon every other door was closing with Mobsters walking out of them as well. They nodded and smiled at each other. SINGER walked down to the middle of the street. Men from every caliber were sitting there waiting. From Left hands to simple wiseguys from Crew leaders to nothing but made men. Mobsters were gathered for this big hit.

Are you the man i was told to report to?

The Man in the dark coat puffed his cigarette and threw it on the floor in SINGERS direction. He looked up and smiled. SINGER was never the type of man to only talk to men of his level he would talk to everyone from every walk of life, perhaps this is the reason he was going to hit all these places with all these big named mafioso.

Alright then who are we waiting for?

The man in the dark coat looked up and pointed. Out of the shadows came the last man. He laughed and apologized for his tardiness and made sure everyone knew it was for a good reason. Still as he waited SINGER wasnt to sure what was going on at the moment. Finally one of the gathered mobsters began to speak.

Cross was sitting in his car smoking a cigarette remembering that last time he pulled a job of this magnitude, then he recalled how things went wrong based on a insiders tip. Cross was taught never trust anyone that was not in the business. He thought of the young turks that lived by another set of rules. He wonders what would have happen if Joey Ale or Tony Scaliese had of lived.


Cross remains in the back seat of the car, his driver seating up front with the key in the ignition ready to drive off. Cross looks at the other two men he brought with him and thinks about them. Hoping that he does not have to bury them or how will their families survive. What will the rest of his men think the boss deliberately put us in harm's way.


He recalls what a friend told him. Bet big win big think small and you will always be nothing more then a small time hood looking for the big score. Cross hands covered his face as he leaned back into his seat; the men in the car look at him confused because he has never acted like this.


A commotion brews outside the car as men began to huddle up. Cross opens his eyes and a new expression on his face appears. He has a devilish smile on his face.


Ok boy's the man with the plan is here let him speak no interruptions at all. His the plan fails then make sure it's not in our side.


they walked over and joined the gathered group

Looks like we're all set to take down the 2nd National over by fifth and main.  I hope you all brought extra ammo.

Timothy_Petrov ruffles up his coat collar and pulls out his dual colt .45s.  He carefully unloads the weapons and inspects the magazines at a glance.  Feeling satisfied, he reloads his weapons and holsters them back behind his coat. He then looks back towards the new arrival to the party.

We all know that Don Doyle's men don't take kindly to people muscling in on their turf!

Jack sits quietly on his stool, trying to sobar up, he has a reputation for being rowdy when he is drunk, and plans going wrong, he needs to prove that this time he can hold is own and execute the plan perfectly. He looks down at his watch, wanting the time to pass quicker. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a small bottle of rum, twisting off the lid he takes it to his mouth. Jack looks at SINGER, who gives him a look to say "dont mess this up bro". Jack puts the lid back on and saves it for later, returning the bottle to his pocket.

Jack checks his flintlock pistol, he has never killed anyone with it, more of a good luck charm. He pulls out his colt engraved with the words “Angele Custos, me semper protege “ which means "Guardian Angel Protect Me Always” in Latin.

Standing up, Jack straightens his tie, for once he is wearing a suit for the occasion

"So guys, thanks for inviting me back, we wont have a repeat of last time, you can trust me, im a left hand now, i can prove my worth"

Donna sat behind the wheel of her car off of 5th & Main in downtown Las Vegas, her eyes locked on the target. 

Leaning back into the shadows of her car, she takes a drag off of her cigarette, the glowing cherry lighting up her face.  She had caught wind of this job, and though she wasn't properly invited, she was going to make sure she was there and that her associates all made it out safe. 

She was the back-up plan that they did not know about. 

Looking down at her watch, she assumed that her trusted man was handing Cross-DeCaprio a note from her, letting him know she was in the area and had a watchful eye out for him and his boys, along with her promise to do her best to keep them safe.  She hoped she hadn't made too big of a promise.......only time would tell.

Cross sitting in a restaurant with a few of his men become jumpy when a mean looking gangster walks towards him. Cross's men jump up and then the gangster stated that he's was a friend of a friend here to pass a message from his boss to theirs. They looked at Cross and he gave them a nod of approval. The gentlemen hands a note to Cross.

Cross looking at the guy speciously takes the note and immediately recognizes the hand writing he thanks the gentlemen and reads the note. A smile appears as Cross begins to relax while a devilish grin appears on his face. Then Cross write a return note and hands it to the gentlemen and tell him to give it to his sender only.

Ok fellas, we have friends in the area to help support us. Someone that I trust and respect will be watching out for us which means they get a taste of our cut!

Cross relieved that he has some support in this deal leans back and finishes his meal in peace. He recalls all the players involved in this operation some he knew by reputation other he worked with and some were vouched for by people he respected. The only concern was the inside joker and not knowing his angle other then getting a piece of the pie. Cross raise to be cautious needed to know what his angle was; whatever it was Cross was not going to lose his men or his friends over something stupid.

Replacing the receiver, Pablo holsted his 45. grabbed his coat and hat and headed for the door. Before leaving the HQ he made a quick visit to the armory in the basement and picked up a shotgun and a case of shells. Placing the shotgun and shell's under the passenger seat he fired up the Model A Ford and pulled away.

There was a job going down. A big job, with a big payout was all the information he had been given over the phone, that and the place to meet if you were interested.

Turning into the street he had been instructed to go too, Pablo saw a few cars and mobster already here. Pulling up he sat and waited a few minutes. Eventually a group began to form in the road. Getting out of the car Pablo headed over, giving a brief nod to those that acknowledged his arrival. Lighting up a cigarette he listed as the plan was laid out.

2nd National, Pablo was impressed by the scale of the job they were planning. Who new how many millions that place had in it's vaults. If they could pull this off it would be massive. But it wasn't going to be easy, not by a long shot.

Donna smiled softly as she watched her man walk around the corner.  She knew that her friend knew she was around now.

"Well?" she asked him as he slid into the passenger seat. Not replying, he simply handed her a folded up piece of paper.  She quickly opened it and quickly read over the corrospondence. Frowning a bit, she looked at her associate next to her and shakes her head.

"It seems we have a bit of a jokester in the group.  We've been asked to watch him the most, and he's the highest liability.  Otherwise, things are going smoothly."

Looking back down the street, she starts the car and slowly pulls out into traffic, and relocates around the corner and into the parking garage that was recently built.  Nodding to her man, he gets out and heads for the roof.  She glanced at the target again, making sure she had full view of the front and side entrances, and waited.

Calogero was heading towards a small butchers that he was 'protecting' for some extra cash, he had been on that place ever since he got off the boat, but something was different today, while he was walking along he noticed a large amount of men and women gathered around some cars. Some of them he noticed as high ranking mobsters, even crewleaders, others he assumed were more small time like himself. 

C crossed the street for a closer look, he noticed Cross, who brought him into Opus' family and he remembered seeing JackSparrow outside a bar in New Orleans. Calogero walked a few hundred feet up the road from the gathering and took a seat where he could watch it, he had a feeling something big was going down. 

Lobo exited from casino where he just left half of his daily earnings, such common occurrence that he wasn’t even too frustrated. He decided to take short stroll down the street but just after just few steps he started to question wisdom of that decision. Cars full of people parked in dark alleyways, dangerous looking individuals standing alone or in small groups at every corner, even diners were packed with crowd that could be easily cast as “Who is who” of criminal underworld. Whatever is about to happen here was huge. Two proverbs occurred to Lobo, first was “No guts no glory” second, less appealing, was “curiosity killed a cat”. He smiled, well good think he wasn’t a cat then, he slipped in dark passageway between two buildings and leaned against the wall, at the same time readjusting his guns for easier drawing. Absent mindedly he pulled out one of his throwing knifes and started to clean under his nails. He waited.

SINGER began to notice some of the more important people that were gathered. He didnt expect this many people to show up rather just a few people from his own family. This was going to be a much bigger plan then what was orginially accomplished. They had big names from LA and Detroit, Famous names from Chicago and St. Louis, New Orleans and Phillly were also in. They just awaited the showing from a couple of other members, until finally they showed.

The second national, as Mr. Petrov has stated earlier is what we will be taking down. Now its not the easiest place to take over but it is the biggest payout that will be going on. Ladies and Gentleman what you are about to be a part of is the biggest Mafia hit in all of the country and in all of history. No crime has ever been so organized and no crime ever will be. Now i know you all have your ranks in your families so i ask that we can all respect that here and treat each other with that. We are very forutnate to be having some of these big names involved here.

SINGER takes a sip of his water. The man in the dark coat handed a paper to SINGER telling him to give everyone the instructions. Oceans eleven had nothing on us. With everyone loading up there guns the man in the coat whispered something in SINGERS ear. The man then proceded to drive away with a few of his bodyguards staring out at the mobsters. SINGER then began to speak.

Appearantly we are not all here. We are awaiting the show of a few more people. As soon as everyone is here i will then inform everyone on what exactly will happen.

It was an akward thing for SINGER but he managed to put his thoughts aside. This job will go down and go down perfectly. This will be the biggest organized crime in the history of the mafia there was no doubt about it.

Levi pulled up in his ford and parked by the curb. Then he slowly got out and so did his bodyguard. He then paused a second to light a cigar before walking into the restaurant where his crew leader and good friend Cross DeCaprio was waiting for him. He strolled inside and hung up his trench coat by the door and then he walked over and took a seat by his boss. Cross nodded to him as he looked at him.

"I was told that you wanted to see me. You needed me for some business that was going to occur. Well here I am boss. What's going on?"

Cross turned to him and handed him a menu.

"Try some of the food and a drink. This place is great."

Baffled by why his boss was telling him to have food rather than just getting down to business Levi pauses. But he doesn't question it and makes an order as the waitress comes over.

"I'd like to get some spaghetti and a glass of ice tea please. That's all."

The waitress took the menu and walked away to give the order to the chef. Levi turned and glanced at Cross wondering what was going on and why he wouldn't just tell him what the business was that he was invited here for. But then he received the answer as to why he had to wait.

"Don't give me that look Levi. I know, I know. I rushed you out here and now I won't tell you what is going on. Well, a friend of mine is coming here to explain this to you. As my Right Hand Man I would appreciate the help. I would never order it. But I would request it.

Levi knew he would never say no to helping his boss and friend. Then just as he was about to say something, another mobster walked inside and took a seat by them.

Donna rolled down her window as one of her men walked up to her parked car.  Flicking her cigarette out the window, she sat up straighter and listened to what he had to say. 

"Thez a couple of shady guys who are watchin' the cafe', ma'am.  I can't tell if theyz werkin' ta'gether, but theyz der. Whatcha want me to do?" he mumbled at her, a hint of whiskey on his breath.

"Are you sure, you dumbass? It smells like you've had your head in a distillery!" she barked at him.

"Yus ma'am, Iz sure. I been watchin' dem for un hour. Thez der."

Starting her car, she threw the transmission into reverse so quickly that it whined in protest.  Flooring the gas peddle, she nearly runs her own man over as she squeals out of the parking garage and onto the street. 

She wasn't very familiar with Vegas, she had a pretty good idea where the cafe that was Cross' last known location was.  Spotting the cafe off to her right, she crosses over 3 lanes of traffic and parks around the corner. 

Gathering herself so she doesn't look rushed or flustered, she takes a deep breath and enters the cafe, adjusting her eyes to the harsh overhead lighting of the place.  Scanning the crowd, she spots Cross and his right hand man Levi sitting at a back table.  Walking up towards them with a smile, she pulls out  a chair and takes a seat.

"Evening Gentleman! Mind if I join you? I have some business to discuss in regards to certain individuals who are now keeping tabs on this fine establishment. I thought maybe you'd be interested in knowing this immediately, so I apologize for my sudden arrival."

Noticing Cross' right hand man there, she extends her slender hand and smiles. "I'm Donna, by the way. Donna Matrix.  Nice to meet you."

Erick made his way to the meeting point. Invited by SINGER he would not have accepted if SINGER wasn't an old friend of his and if he hadn't told him that they would need some extra firepower.

He arrives with a igar in his mouth and a Tommy in his hand. He also had his trusty Magnum inside his coat. He looks at SINGER and says:

"So we're hitting this bank or not?"

SINGER smiles at Erick and looks over.

A few more people will be making their introductions real soon here. In fact...

As SINGER was still talking he opened the door of the car. The tinted window hid the face of the Black rose Crew Leader and the cigar smoke that exited appeared to be like fog in the street. A black rose was held in his left hand and a gun in his right. He smiled up at everyone and looked around.

Bellarosa, It is an honor to have you here.

SINGER kissed the ring of the New Orleans boss and introduced him to the rest of everyone.

Ladies and gentleman i would like to introduce Anthony, My boss, Bellarosa. He is one of the last people we are expecting to show up so soon i will give us all the plans. Boss would you like to say anything?

SINGER backed up into the crowd and left the floor open.

Bellarosa smiled and smells his rose. It was sweet and pungent at the same time... reminds him of....Bellarosa shakes his head. He was glad Singer was able to plan this job... the job that will never be forgotten for years to come.

"Good evening ladies and gents. It's my pleasure to meet you all. Singer has planned a job that will be talked about by all mobsters in 8 cities. I'll be joining this job, it's been years since I did a job. The exercise will do me good." Belarossa laughed while playing with his black rose.

He then turns to Singer and tells him

"It's your show brother. I guess it's time you tell us our role in this job."

It was a head rush. SINGER still could not  get over how big this thing was getting. A few phone calls within the night had led everyone to believe that a few mobsters would be joining in tomorrow. They could use the man power SINGER thought. Now it was on to what they needed to do tonight. First things first was to make everyone gathered recognized be each other. SINGER thought since he knew everyone hear he would take the time to do that.

Ladies and Gentleman if you wouldnt mind i will walk around and begin the introductions.

SINGER begins to walk around in the circle. As he would stop in front of each mobster he would place his right hand upon them introducing them as to who they were and why they were gathered here.

We will start with Cross-DeCaprio, A big name in the LA district. He runs his own crew OCCIB. The orange county clinically insane birds. This man is to be very well respected cause he has earned everything he has now. A close friend of me and my family it is an honor to know him.

SINGER walks over to the next man, Timothy_Petrov. The tall man was carrying his gun and his presence was not only known it was felt.

Timothy, My comrade Petrov. This man knows what close Combat is all about. Timothy is a friend of my fathers and one of the most loyal men to a family that i have ever met. It was once said that his associate suicides, truth is the kid disrespected Petrovs crew leader so Petrov choked him. Close combat right brother?

SINGER continues to smile and by Pablo and Lobo.

Pablo and Lobo both originate out of Chicago as well as Petrov. Pablo is a very sincere man always gives someone a chance, if you break it he breaks you. Lobo, well hes one you have to earn his trust. He knows the value of family and does not shy away from a fight in the slightest way at all. These two men are nearly opposites.

Looking over SINGER recognizes the face of TheLeviathan. SINGER smiles and puts his right hand on the shoulder of the man.

What can i say about TheLeviathan? This man knows how to get business done. There is a solid reason why he is the acting Right Hand Man of the OCCIB. He treats everyone fairly and puts his life on the line fore his fellow family members. This is why he is where he is today.

Calegero and Donnamatrix were both next up.

Calegero is a very secretive person in a LA crime family. He is a respected member who knows how to bring in the cash. DonnaMatrix, Is one of the most beautiful women in this life. If we did not have her here there is honestly no way we could pull off this crime. She hails from The Tribe a very well respected St. Louis organization that knows how to take care of their own.

Captain Jack Sparrow and Anthony Bellarosa were laughing as SINGER was walking over.

First captain Jack Sparrow, This mans bloodline and the history of it is just amazing really. To get where hes been is no suprise to anyone here today. The left hand of a Philly crime family that is currently unknown to us. Probably is one of the friendliest mafioso i have ever met.

SINGER approaches Anthony_Bellarosa

Finally My Leader. Sincere with his members and takes the time to talk with all of them. He isnt the one who sits back and just delegates. Anthony_Bellarosa is on the front lines with his mafioso. He runs The Order of The Black Rose and that is one strong family which i am grateful to be a part of.

SINGER heads back to the Center of the circle.

Now everyone it is my honor that we can do this. I will be passing out to all of you a card of what your job entitles you to do for this hit. If there are any questions please speak now otherwise we can begin.

From the corner of his eye a dark shadow had begun to raise its hand. As SINGER looked over he was surprised to see who he had saw.

Strides in with a cocky smile, Fox makes herself invincible; maneuvering around like a panther she pulls her coat close and tips her gentleman hat, the one she stole from the butter and egg man just a block away. TWIT! He should have known better than just setting it down, it becomes available to anyone once somethings let go... One of the gathering members’ coughs and breaks Fox’s thought, FOCUS!

Pulling herself together once more she hears introductions being made, lightly breathing she makes her way to the front left side and waits for the perfect moment. She releases her senses and opens herself up to analyze the room.  Taking in every movement she remembers all possible exits and any threats, hearing the words she needed she lifts up her hand. Looking up through her hat she slyly smiles at her old friend SINGER;  withdrawing her coat and carelessly throws the cap, reveals her bloody red dress and long blonde hair flowing down to her hips.

“Miss me?”

Seeing SINGER’s jaw drop she gives no time to respond, “Did you really think you’d get away with it?”

SINGER needed help bring his jaw back in place, good thing Jack_Sparrow was there to help. He hadn't seen Fox since he was pick pocketed by her in Detroit. He smiles and begins to introduce her to everyone.

Ladies and gentleman this is Miss Fox. Left hand women of the action league now and shes Made in the city of Detroit. Most definitely she is not a person to cross or mess with. I am assuming you are in sister.

After she nods SINGER looks around. Finally with all the men around SINGER issues out the plans.

This is the plan that we all need to take care of if we want to get everything under control. Half of us will go over to Second national to take down the bank while the other half of us will be waiting around town for Don Doyle and his men. If we, All of us, can get this done without Don Doyle or his men even getting any knowledge about this it would be really really good.

SINGER pulls out a paper and begins to scribble on it.

Alright so the bank is just a giant square. Great right? Right. However they only hold a certain amount in the lobby floor. Two of us will stay in the lobby by the front door to not allow anyone inside. The rest of us will rush in behind the clerks. With only a certain amount of money in the lobby floor we need half of us to go upstairs and the other half to go into the basement. We need to figure out where they hold the most money. My guess is as good as yours where the money is kept. If we can get out of here without releasing one bullet from the gun we are in good shape.

SINGER looks out towards the street and points.

We have a few men who have recently moved her to Vegas that will be our escorts to the airport. I do not know who they are yet but i was told they would be here. So we should be fine. Does anyone have any final questions?

SINGER begins handing out the masks and Timothy_Petrov begins to hand out the guns. SINGER awaits any final questions before they bust into the bank.

Jack pushes SINGERS's jaw shut as he stands up next to his friend, looking down at SINGER's acribbling, Jack thinks has he really got this all planned out?

"I hope you know what your doing, just tell me where to go, what to do and I will do it, alsong as im not more than 5ft away from you, you need someone to cover your back" Jack jokes with SINGER, having been good friends for a while there is always some friendly rivalry between them.

Looking at Fox, Jack recognises her from somewhere, perhaps a drunken night of pleasure? jack knows not to mix buisness with pleasure so hopes its not someone he has met before

As Timothy passes Jack a gun, Jack refuses it. "Sorry, but the only weapon i use is my angel, she keeps me safe"