SINGER left the corner of the street that he was speaking at not to long ago. He walked down to the unfaithful bride tavern that was so full of people at one time in dear old philly. Going inside he sat at the corner booth. In the dark and desolate place he picked up the phone and began dialing some of his friends. The message was the same to all he had spoke with.

Let everyone know there will be some action in Philly. Anyone you meet whether it be at home or on the street let them know they should come to Philly.

The point was completely understood by all he spoke with. SINGER was growing restless with this unorthodox way of living. People were out kidnapping children and beating helpless people in the streets. Mobsters all over didn't like this kind of business this is one of the reasons La Cosa Nostra started. To protect the innocent. SINGER picked up and started dialing another number when he looked up and saw a man staring out at the window. Throwing a brick in the window at SINGER he began to run off.

What in the world?

SINGER looked down at the note. It was a simple message really it informed SINGER that his kind wasn't welcome around here. SINGER stood confused what his kind meant. Tan skin, Good looking, Six pack abs, good musical voice, maybe the hooligan meant his brothers were not welcome in this town.

SINGER stayed in philly for about a week before his friends would begin to fly in. He had a little rundown apartment that left him a clean view of all the trouble makers in the city. SINGER was no superhero of any sort but one thing he did pride himself on was the treatment of women. Not once did he swear around a woman or snatch a purse or run any kind of prostitution rings. So when he heard the cries of a young girl down stairs he went down to help her.

Pointing the gun in the direction of the men that were dressed in a blackish attire SINGER told them he had a bullet for each one of them. As they all took off and the girl stared up quite scared of SINGER he smiled. He helped her up and took her to his room. Sent her off to the bathroom to get cleaned up when a knock at the door had stopped him from cooking his favorite pasta.

Oh man that could be anyone. I better go answer the door and let them in.

SINGER opened the door only to see...

InnocentBitch stood outside SINGER's doorway. She was getting some really intense stares from the people around her, making her slightly uncomfortable. Her hand rested on her gun just in case. The door opened and Singer stood there looking slightly worn, but his face quickly brightened at the sight of her.

"First one here!" He said happily.

"Not by the looks of it." InnocentBitch countered irratated.

There was a girl in a towel standing in the hallway just outside what seemed to be the bathroom. The girl had light brown hair and two soft blue eyes. She had been through a lot, Innocent could tell. SINGER went to protest, but she was already inside.

"It's not my buisness. Hello my name's InnocentBitch and you are..." she smiled at the girl.

"Melody. He saved me." was all the girl said staring at the floor.

Suddenly Innocent's heart reached out to the girl and she wanted to help her. She looked back at SINGER with a sad expression, then turned back to the girl.

"Here I'm sure I have some extra clothes you can have. Come with me." She said happily and practically pulled the girl to the first room she saw to change...

Fenris was looking confused at phone receiver, SINGER apparently hasn’t hanged up properly. Either accident or on purpose what he heard made clear his friend was in trouble. He stood up and put on holster with his guns then turned around; barely visible two figures were standing in far corner of the room. Fenris grined.

Time for you to earn that fat paycheck I give you every week.

They stepped forward reviling identical faces under dim light of the room, another identical thing were two Tommy Guns in their hands. Fenris nodded approvingly.

We are going to Philly…Now.

Strange trio exited the room.           

SINGER looks down at the young girl and takes them both into the bedroom. He closes the door and heads to the living room. Setting up a game of chess he listened to the beating hand of the clock. He looked up and it just struck eight thirty four. Time for dinner. Walking over to the Fridge he asked if the girls wanted anything. No noise had come from the small dinky apartment.

FINE NO FOOD FOR YOU.

His shouts rang through the apartment. He heard them laughing so he figured everything was alright. Stepping out of the kitchen and eating his dinner he made the first move on the chessboard. He smiled to himself thinking about the resemblance it bore to all of the nations mobsters flying into the lonely city that was once so brotherly. SINGER lays down his knife next to the chessboard and begins to dig into the bread. The phone rings and SINGER answers it.

Hello...Ok that's fine. Give me twenty minutes to get there. Ok Be safe.

SINGER got a phone call from one of his friends. A more well experienced mobster than that of SINGER was asking for a ride down to the little apartment. SINGER laughed trying to figure out where at the moment, all four of these people would sleep inside of this apartment. SINGER hopped into his car and began to head out to the airport.

Bellarosa knocks twice then removes his hat.

It took him 2 days to get here. He had to finish all standing deals back at home before responding to Singer's letter. Some of his men wanted to come but Bellarosa dissuaded them. This will be Singer's show, not his. He came because Singer said it was urgent. That was how family respond to each other. Bellarosa frowned when he saw the state Philly was in. A month ago, he attended a dinner here prepared by the local Don. This was not the Philly he used to know. He even saw an old woman screaming that she was being robbed. He thought of how hard this job would be and wonders how Singer plans to solve this.


"Bell!" Singer greets him as soon as he opened the door. Bellarosa shakes his hand and removes his coat and proceeded to hang it on the wall.

"I came as soon as I could." He tells Singer then noticed that they were alone.

He heads towards the kitchen and opened the cabinet. He takes out a dusty bottle of Gin and a clean glass. He then hears some noise coming from the the room on his left. Bellarosa looks at Singer questioningly..

Timothy hadn't been back to Philly since the war a while back, so when he picked up the phone and heard his friend SINGER on the other end inviting him over for another job, he wasn't sure what to expect.  He packed his bags well just in case to get ready for any incident that might come his way and boarded the earliest departing flight, back to the city; the city of brotherly love. 

It had been a long flight, but Timothy was still wide awake when he approached the open door of the apartment.  Looking in, he noticed SINGER making pasta on the stove, around the room were various assorted empty liquor bottles and used syringes from junkies that had probably been squating there.  To his left, he could hear the sounds of women having a conversation in other room.  A smug grin flashed upon Timothy's face as he turned his gaze back towards his brother.

Am I interupting anything?  He said with a chuckle as he walked in and set his bags squarely in the middle of the room.

Philly had some characteristic smell, it reminded him of old oak trees and saw dust. On the other hand it was probably just his imagination. He turned toward twins.

One of you takes care of our luggage, other one come with me.

Ignoring which one of the brothers done what he exited airport, momentarily he noticed SINGERS car. Well truth be told it would be hard to miss even if SINGER wasn’t leaning on it with wide smile, that bright red color almost hurt ones eyes. Fenris laughed and walked to his old friend first shaking his hand and then hugging him.

Eccentric as always I see. What can we do you for?

Second twin arrived dragging three bags with him. Fenris pointed to cars trunk

Inside, it should be enough space. Turns toward others and smile

Hello,my father talked highly of all of you.I hope we will be able to work together.

It was easy to get lost in the chaotic gathering of all that have entered into the run down apartment. SINGER was quickly going to organize it all. Looking at both Bellarosa and Timothy who thought something, fishy, was going on he smiled at them.

Brothers you both know the kind of man i am and you both know that is not my style. Innocent is helping out a girl i saw in the hallway getting mugged. Pretty soon Fenris will be arriving and when he...

The door knocked and SINGER opened it. Fenris stood with a few bags in his hands with a couple of body guards.

Ok so this is the problem. I see now that Philly was such a great city ran by the most beautiful of mobsters. Right now a woman cant walk this street without something horribly wrong happening to her. Right now a man cant walk the street without worrying if something will happen to him or his family, and right now i am very hungry so let us bless our food and eat. More people are expected to arrive soon. I just got more phone calls. The beginning of parties are usually chatoic so i apologize for that.

SINGER blesses the food with everyone and begins to set out dishes. Looking around he begins to eat with everyone awaiting the final few to arrive and to dish out the battle plans.

"That's sounds like a great plan to me."

Bellarosa said as soon as Singer said food. He takes his place and fills his plate with pasta. He nods to his companions, familiar faces, some he worked with. The last job Singer planned was explosive. Bellarosa not only had one of the greatest adventures in his life, he also realized that he could still participate in this kind of jobs. Well, these days, you can find him lounging at the coffee shop, chatting idly with his men. So as soon as he got the letter, Bellarosa didn't hesitate, he grabbed his bag, filled it with his tools and left New Orleans. He had trusted men to watch over the family while he was away. He was now officially on vacation. And Bellarosa can't help but get excited with what Singer has planned for them.


"Where did you learn how to cook?" He asked Singer. Not waiting for a reply, he cleans his plate and wipes his mouth with the napkin laying on his lap.

The smell of food brought InnocentBitch out into the Main room. Melody was sleeping and Innocent's was famished, because she'd forgotten to eat before she left. She was already filling a plate with pasta before she noticed the room was full of people. They were staring at her and a blush krept up her cheeks.

"Hey Bell and everyone else!" She said calming down and smiling.

InnocentBitch grabbed her plate of food, found a spot, and sat down. She took a bite of the meal SINGER prepaired and smiled, because it tasted good.

After the meal was finished and everyone had thrown away their plates SINGER took the trash out. Going downstairs he saw two young kids staring at something as a shadowy figure began to walk away. SINGER approached the two boys and looked what they were looking at. Before him laid a dead body slit throat. SINGER was known to have a very weak stomcach so puking was not to far off.

SINGER ran upstairs and informed everyone how serious everything was getting.

You will keep your guns on you at all times. There is no excuse why you wont have it.

SINGER handed Melody a gun as well and filled her in on what was going on. SINGER then pulled out a piece of paper and began to draw. From the looks of it they were just going to march right through the town and tear through it eliminating anyone who stood in their way. They werent here to create some kind of amazing order but just to create a well enough enviorment for someone to live in. Currently that needed a lot of work.

We are here in the apartment, Point A, we will go down to the first bar on main street then take down those that have wandered their ways into the churches. If you are going to shoot anyone make sure it only takes one bullet to put them out.  We will stick together and we will succeed together. Is there anyquestions on any of this?

SINGER waits for questions to be asked if there were any while putting on his tradtitional suit he loved to wear.

Timothy takes a moment to count to his ammo. Feeling confident in his supplies, he loads his weapons and walks up to SINGER .

Well my friend, I have no questions, I beleive it is clear what must be done. While I am hesitant to open a can of whoop ass in established places of worship, we cannot allow these thugs to run this city. Order must be maintained for the good of the people. I am ready when you and the rest of the crew are comrade, just give the word and we move.

A look of determination stays with Timothy as he heads towards the window and looks below at the mayhem unfolding on the city streets. He looks down at his drawn weapons and takes a deep breath as he psyches himself up for the action ahead.

Stepping out of the airport and onto Philly soil Jin looked at his surroundings...SINGER wasn't kidding...This place was a hellhole. It had been two days since Jin had spoken to SINGER and at first, he worried he may have been too late, but by the looks of it, atleast Jin hoped that nothing had been done to better Philidelphia. The thought of the city going from a beautiful flourishing place with wonderful people to this was just stomach churning.

"Empty your fucking pockets!"

A sucked up tweeker shouted as he shoved the barrel of his gun into Jin's back. Luckily, the mafiosi's Bodyguard was quick to act, disarming the amatuer and knocking him to the ground. With a nod of approval, Jin hollered for a taxi and tossed his bags to his guard to put in the trunk.

As Jin traveled through the streets he couldn't help but groan in discust at some of the things he saw. A mugging here, rape victim there, what the fuck was wrong with people?

The taxi finally came to a halt and Jin stepped out, handing the driver a random amount of cash. Looking up at the building SINGER and the others were in, Jin winced.

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Standing outside of the "apartment" Jin could hear conversation going on, knocking on the door he heard a friendly voice.

"One second!" the voice came from the other side of the door. It slowly opened and SINGER's faced emerged, welcoming his friend.

"I hope I'm not late?"

SINGER smiles at Timothy and begins to laugh as the conversation grew forward.

I guess you are right kicking butt inside a place of worship dosent sound all that great. But if they are desocrating the place i have no reason not to destroy these people. We could even wait until they leave at night to go in and attack them.

The door was struck with blows and SINGER grabbed his gun looking out he smiled to see a very friendly face in that of Jin. SINGER brought him inside and gave him a hug.

No sir you are quite on time. I welcome you here have some pasta. Do you know everyone gathered around the table or are introductions needed?

Timothy looks over from the window as he sees a new face enter the apartment. Holstering his guns, he walks over and welcomes Jin to the party.

Nice to meet you good sir. Timothy reaches out and shakes Jin's hand. I'm always happy to meet a fellow citizen that wants to help clean up the community. The current state of affairs is simply bad for business in this fair city and I for one, look forward to working with you in hopes of bringing back some civility to these streets. He motions to the table. Since there is no rush, shall we break bread before doing the lord's work in his house of worship, comrade?

Timothy takes a seat next to Anthony who passes him a plate of food. He nods his head in thanks and begins to say grace.

Bellarosa goes for his bag and takes out his guns.

"Glad I brought everything I had with me." Bellarosa then tucks one gun to each side of his hip, filled his pockets with ammo.


"So we start at the bar, clean each joint one by one." Bellarosa said as Singer went with the plan.

"Are we taking any prisoners?" Bellarosa asked to no one in particular. He takes out a cigar and lights it.

SINGER thought about prisoners. He wasnt to fond of hurting people but if it had to be done for the betterment of the childeren than yes why not.

If there is a case, where a person comes across information about something we do not yet know then yes we will take him hostage. I say if you got a bullet to waste let it be in his brains.

SINGER started to laugh. As Jin sat by Timothy Petrov both SINGER started to laugh even harder.

Watch out, Petrov might just have you for a bite Jin. Aint that right Timothy?

Fenris was searching through cabinets in the kitchen keeping one ear on the conversation, he’s been on the job with SINGER before and his father’s been on the job with Mr. Bellarosa and Mr. Petrov. Armed with that knowledge it was a safe bet that hostages will be few if any and God help anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path. Finally he found what he was looking for half finished bottle of some liquor, he didn’t recognize writing on the bottle but that didn’t come as a surprise. While Fenris smuggled most of his booze form Canada, SINGER had (and jealously protected) some European connection. Anyway booze was good and lit a worm fire in his inside, he walked back to others

Well every time you plan a job small army shows up at your doors brother.

Fenris smiles and extend his arm to Jin

I believe we haven’t been on a job before, pleasure to have you on board.

Looks around and seeing no free space just leans against the wall

What’s our next step?

SINGER nods. He points at the old abandoned building down the way and makes a shooting gesture.

We will go take that one right now. Is everyone about ready then?

Everyone had nodded and so began the march to the abandoned building. It was sure to be taken down. Melody actually came along with the group of mobsters. SINGER felt it wrong to let her stay in the house alone. Bringing her to a potential gunfight definitely seemed a whole lot better.

melody just stick to innocent and you will be ok.

She nodded listening to SINGER. SINGER began to grow nervous as they inched their way over to the warehouse. Peaking in their were a few drunk men inside the building. They didnt seem to have anyweapons on them but No one wanted to take a chance.

Jin smiled as Timothy and Fenris both introduced themselves. Having a seat at the table Jin looked to Fenris.

"No, I don't believe we have worked together before. Though this is the first I doubt it will be the last."

Jin said, smiling.

"So whats the game plan?" He asked SINGER as he sipped his flask in his coat pocket.

SINGER pointed at a warehouse across the street and made a shooting gesture.

"We will take that building first." He said as the group stood up and walked toward the door.

Jin removed his dual .357 magnums and checked them for ammo. Both fully loaded. He hadnt started carrying around two guns until a recent mission with his late friend Tommy Luciano. One gun for the fight, the other for the escape mission. He also kept a switchblade on him strapped to his ankle in case 16 bullets wasnt enough. He was more skilled with a blade than a gun anyways, as that was his choice of weapon back in Japan...It still was here in America. He tried to grow custom to the weapons here but never found too much of a liking to them.

Getting his mind off his arsenal he came back to reality and listened to SINGER talk about the plan. The group lined up beside the warehouse or as SINGER poked his head through the crack. Waiting for the signal, Jin clenched his blade harder, ready to spill blood.