SINGER smiled and looked over at his fellow mobsters, Whispering to them he pointed in different directions.

Im going to walk in start talking to the guys. I want you all to surround the building. As soon as i fall on the floor i want bullets to reign in where those gentle drunks stand.

As everyone nodded and began to encircle the building, SINGER began to walk in. The men stared at him and pulled out guns. Without hesitation the pointed it at SINGER. With drunk voices they started telling him that they would hang his head on a lampost and disturbing things that just would turn a mans stomach upside down. They all began to walk over to SINGER. One of the drunks told SINGER to get on the floor so they could search him.

I dont think you would want me to do that though, i mean really, its dirty down here.

SINGERS humor wasnt found from the belligerent men. Instead they punched SINGER in the face. He didnt like that so he laid upon the floor. Before his chest touched the ground bullets had flown through the windows.

Jin watched through a hole in the buildings wall. His .357 in hand, finger on trigger. He couldn't exactly hear what was being said, but when he saw one of the drunks toss a fist he knew it wasnt a friendly discussion. As SINGER hit th floor Jin was quick to aim his gun through the hole and fire rapidly. Emptying his gun he poked his head in the door. He removes his switchblade and stabs one of the drunks in the chest. Dodging bullets from his own side, he helps SINGER up and takes them to safety as the rest of the group continuously fire their guns.

"Looks like your plan worked bro." He said, smiling.

After another minute the shooting stopped...The building grew quiet. Jin was the first to speak up.

"Everyone ok?" He asked. He heard murmers from all around the room, taking it as a yes, he made his way to one of the men who had manage to live..

Putting his blade to the mans throat he pulls the blade back, slicing his neck. He wiped the blade off on the dead victims coat and put it back.

"What next?" Jin asked, reloading his weapon.

Bellarosa watched as one of the thugs silently crawled towards the door. No one noticed him except Bellarosa who was standing silently near the door. He aims his gun and shoots a few inches from the thugs face. Everyone jumped at the sound of gunfire. Bellarosa walks over and steps on the thugs right hand. He could see fear oozing from every pore of the man's face.

"Looks like we got ourselves a prisoner." He tells his companions then kneel infront of the shaking thug. He points his pistol at the man's temple and asks him..


"You're going to talk. And you're going to answer all our questions."
Bellarosa then looks at Singer then nods at him.

"Or would you rather want me to blow his head off?"

SINGER was a little in shock. Even though the plan had worked this was the last time he would be bait. It was to dangerous. SINGER started to applaud when Bellarosa found the prisoner. This just proved how much of a man Anthony_Bellarosa really was.

Well it looks to me like we have a prisoner Don Bell. Why dont we sit him up on the chair and ask him a few questions.

They sat The drunk fellow on his wooden chair and began to tie his arms around it. He started swearing at the men and SINGER walked in front. Gently putting his hand under the mans chin SINGER said to him.

I really hate to ask but would you watch your words for a while? Their are women present. Thanks.

SINGER stands infront of the man and looks at him. He was angry yet helpless. It reminded SINGER of a four year old who couldnt color in their coloring book. Their was a sense of sadness in the heart of SINGER. It was quickly brushed away when the man spit at SINGER.

Who wants to ask him the questions?

AaaaaAAaaahhHHH!!!! the thug screamed after Bellarosa smashed a 4x4 wood on his shin, breaking it into 2.

Bellarosa looks at Singer and tells him....
"I guess he will start answering your questions now."

Bellarosa walks towards the bar and takes a filled glass. He smells it then smiles.

"Brandy." He empties it in one stroke then turns back to the thug, who was now whimpering in pain. Sometimes, you have to do what needs to be done, with violence. These men turned the streets of Philly into chaos. Bellarosa was here to help his friends turn around this nightmare.

Fenris walked in front of the drunk then crouched checking are both men’s legs tightly secured, pleased he turned toward the woman.

This filthy place is hardly suited for fairer sex and…things are about to get a bit messy I’m afraid. You should wait outside for a moment.

He nodded to one of his bodyguards to escort Melody outside and stay with her. As soon as they were out other bodyguard suddenly forced piece of cloth to drunk’s mouth and griped him tightly by the shoulders so he couldn’t thrash around. Fenris removed drunks dirt covered shoo reviling equally filthy foot, stench almost made him gag…but only almost. Aware that his every movement is fallowed by tied man he slowly reached inside his coat and pulled out rather hefty hammer. Small whimper escaped drunk as Fenris placed hammer next to his naked foot. Fenris looked up to the man and smiled.

Hello.

Without warning he swung hammer full force and brought it to one of drunk’s fingers, what was left behind was anything but a finger. Mans eyes popped out almost out of his skull while muffled screams filled the room, Fenris shook his head.

Now, now I know many men who lived long and happy lives with only nine fingers…eight even. In your best interest would be to behave like a big boy and pay attention to what I’m saying…Or I need to get your attention some other way?

 He placed a hammer to a next finger. Wailing suddenly stopped and drunk became model of a man giving his full attention.

Now we will ask you series of question and you will answer truthfully. If I as much as suspect you are lying… Hell if I even suspect that you memory is hazy…Let’s just say by the time I’m finished with you, that bullet offered by my companion might seem like a good way out. Have we reached the understanding?

Man nodded franticly.

 Good.

Fenris stood up and noticed SINGER looking at him disapprovingly, he shrugged apologetically to his friend.

Well sometimes they are more forthcoming this way. 

SINGER was a soft man at heart and wasnt the biggest fan of torture however in this case it worked. He grabbed a chair and sat down infront of the man. He put his arm on the shoulder of the guy and started talking.

Listen. We want to kill you, we do. I wont kill you if you just cooperate with us. There are plenty of men we can find in the street that will give us information. So really losing a bullet from this gun wont make that much of a difference. Now will you cooperate with us or do i have to shoot you now?

SINGER looked into the mans eyes as he bent in agreement. He didnt want to die and that was understandable. Really no man has an idea of what omerta is anymore especially a drunk like this guy. SINGER started to ask him questions and the man started to reply back.

Who is in charge of all your wild loose actions around here? Its a woman. No one knows her name.

Do you know what she looks like? Nobody except the men who pay us to destroy the city do.

Alright where can we find the men that pay you? I cant tell you that SINGER.

SINGER looks at Timothy who places the gun at the mans head and cocks it.

We will find out with you or without you. So where are these men that pay you? They live on a street here in philly its called Washburn Heights. They took it from all the rich people and really just live there themselves.

SINGER stood up and started walking by the door.

I told you i wouldnt kill you didnt I mr. drunk man? However im pretty sure Timothy wouldnt mind reloading his gun.

As the bullet echoed in the streets of philly it was only matched by the mans scream. The mobsters did not want anyone to know that they were looking for these new runners of philly and that is why he had to die. SINGER then pointed to a spot on the map.

I guess we are going here now.

Sonny walks out of the gas station in a haze after a circus there, he hears a loud gunshot, and sees a group of people that looked like a mafia family leave a brick building, enter a very sleek ford coupe, and drive off. He ventures into the building, and notices a small handful of dead bodies. He walks to the bar, grabs a 40oz. and drinks it. He then starts walking to a phone booth for plane ticket costs.

It had been a brief trip on the interstate to Washington heights, an upper-scale suburb of philly.  The gang, having been restless the entire way, kept themselves busy attending to their weapons in preparation for the encounter ahead.  Pulling up to the curb, the five of them exited their vehicles and looked up at the tall building the hostage had mentioned only moments before his untimely demise. Looking back towards his comrades, Timothy lights up a smoke and motions with his head at Fenris to cover the front entrance.  With an agreeable nod, Fenris pulls out his pistol and walks briskly to the front exit.  With pistol drawn and ready, he presses his back against the cold concrete near the door and keeps a watchful eye squarely on it for movement.

"So this is the place!" Anthony exclaims.  "Nothing much to look at given the surrounding area, but looks can be deceiving.  Who knows what we'll encounter inside."

"Indeed." Jin says as he begins counting the floors with his eyes. "Looks like a six-story apartment complex with rooms aligning a central corridor....I hope we don't have to bust down every one."

"Well, there's only one way to find out!" SINGER, having learned a long time ago to be prepared for any occasion walks over to the trunk of his car and gives it a swift kick, unlodging it.  His eyes beam as he peers inside. "Shiney!" He reaches inside and produces in his hands a large Hotchkiss 1930 model machine gun. "I picked this baby up at a discount Army surplus store just outside Houston." Taking a moment to admire the fine specimen of military hardware, he looks down and begins to polish the nozzle of the firearm with his shirt sleeve. "I figured, if it's good enough for the infantry, its good enough for me!" The four of them of them have a good chuckle and make their way to the entrance next to Fenris...

Fenris with his back against the wall tried to hear what’s …or rather who is in the lobby. There was some movement but with very relaxed feel to it, two maybe three persons were there but apparently not on alarm. Relatively safe bet would be that they are usual guards, if they taking this duty as just routine chore they are probably lack attention and be more likely to be unprepared. As the rest of the crew assembled Fenrises eyes widened when he saw heavy machine gun SINGER was dragging along.

Jeeeeesuuus H Christ he whispered What, heavy artillery stock was empty so you needed to settle for that little thing? He never even heard someone tried to fire that model without tripod, but again there is first time for everything.

My guess is there is around three guys in the lobby and they are more interested in latest sport scores then in guarding. This would be quick plan if you agree. My two bodyguards take the left window and spray the lobby with Tommy guns, SINGER and his damn canon do the same from the right window. Rest of us kick the doors and secure the area so these three can move from the windows inside. Then we’ll play it by the ear I guess. What do you think?

Rest of the gang looked at each other briefly then nodded. Twins and SINGER moved to their positions .Fenris took out his other gun, one of few things left to him by his father, custom made Tokarev guns. Gift from Mr Petrov as he read in his father journals.

Shit is about to hit the ceiling now, Fenris took a deep breath and waited for SINGER to start the dance.   

Aldo hears  muffled talking and some sort of grating metal outside, he looks at the other layabouts and reaches for his colt revolver, things were about to get really hot in here. He moves to the door and looks through the keyhole, he see's a man next to the door, the leader of the crew just standing there, and some guy dragging a huge machine gun. He almost shits himself and goes to take cover to prepare for their invasion.

Ok boys, lets try not to fuck this up, screw who won the superbowl, just prepare for anyone coming through that door.

Sonny points to the door to specify.

SINGER stands at the window. He looks in and realizes that someone from the inside is looking right back at him with his mouth wide open. SINGER found it a polite move to wave before he sprayed the fellow with lead. After he waved he lifted up the gun and pointed towards the men inside.

Bullets from all directions had gone on inside of the house. There was a very low low chance of someone surviving the bullets that had regined down on them. As he watches the three men run into the front door SINGER himself walks on over to the back door. To secure the area he kept his gun pointed at whatever he may encounter.

Because SINGER was one to get easily distracted he stopped to smell a rose. As he set a gun down he and knelt over to smell the rose he felt a cold pipe feeling in his side. The strangest whisper emerged from behind SINGER. It was almost a poem. It was something like this, " Roses are read, violets are blue, my gun here is going to shoot you."

Well SINGER thought if this was my last moment i hope it would be a good one. He smelt the roses and looked into the sky and then looked into the mans eyes and smiled.

I have a poem may i recite it for you, as a last wish?

The friendly stone cold killer had agreed. Then SINGER began to recite his poem.

If Roses are red and Violets are blue i will ask that God always bless you.

SINGER smiled and pointed behind the man. Three of SINGERS friends had their guns pointed at the guy who was pointing his gun at SINGER.

Oh fuck. Ah, well......

After a ten second pause and with the look of an idiot on his face, he says.

Please, we're all men with a purpose, I'm pretty sure we can sort something out. I'm just paid to watch the lobby, ummmmm. i'm probably not even the one you want to kill...

He stammers a couple more sentences as a pathetic attempt to save his life before dropping to his knees and begging singer to ask his friends to stand down.

InnocentBitch steps into the room casually, gun in hand. She was late because she had made sure Melody stayed safe. She recognized the kid on his knees shivering. It looked like he'd peed his pants.

"Hmm, you're Sonny's illegitimate son Aldo. Why are you here?" She said while playing with her fingers around the guns trigger.

A shot sounded from it and a bullet had been released flying past Aldo missing his ear by a hair. He flinched as the heat singed the skin of his ear.

"Oops." Innocent giggled smiling.

"Innocent stand back before someone looses an eye." SINGER said strictly.

Aldo looked relieved and InnocentBitch shrugged steadying her grip on the gun and taking on a more serious attitude waiting for what would happen next.

Aldo recognized the woman with the pistol and the devil dog. He felt relieved then he realized that she was about to shoot him, she missed deliberately, but that doesn't stop his bladder.

oh fuck, this suits new.

he mutters to himself then he remembers where he's at.

After my pops got shot and me and my Ma had to skip town, I needed money, so I picked up a good job here. It seemed easy enough, and my pops tought me more than enough with his Colt 1917 revolver, so I figured this job would be perfect. But you can see where that got me.

Gravel crunched under the tires of Katie's car as she drove up the drive to the apartment building. She had anonymously hired a few men to watch the building as there were rumors that a gang was using it as one of their hide outs. This gang was the same one terrorizing Philly. She knew that SINGER had a few friends helping him down there, but then Katie heard a gun shot echo through the trees that scattered between the drive way and the building.

Shit.

She said to herself as she drove around the last bend and noticed all the cars in the drive. SINGER's group must have gotten the same tip she had. Guess it was time to meet the men she hired.

Katie's pumps sounded loudly over the cement floor making an announcement that she had entered the room. Two guns were quickly turned on her and Katie eyed SINGER. Katie didn't recognize the man and woman who held their guns steadily, aimed for her. She did however know Timothy and there was another man standing just to the right of them, keeping his gun at his side ready to aim and fire if needed. Katie decided they'd all be introduced fairly quickly..

Please stop shooting. I've invested a few dollars in that man.

She looked over at Aldo.

Hello Aldo, nice suit.

The man looked up at her with wide eyes. Katie turned her attention towards SINGER.

What this man says is true. The job he speaks of, I hired him for it.

Katie tucked a piece of loose blond hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear.

It was suppose to be easy. I hadn't expected you, SINGER or I would have given my guys a heads up. We're all after the same thing.

Katie noticed faces relax after her last statement, but still she could feel a tenseness in the air. Katie walked to her left, farther into the building.

I know this place looks like a dump, but there is a descent meeting area a few rooms over. If you'd like to join me there I'll explain to you what I know about the group you are tracking.

She turned slightly.

Aldo, go change into some clean clothes and let the other guys know whats going on. Have them stay on look out and you can join us in the commons.

Katie then continued into the next room.

Yuri sees this occur and Aldo walks into the other room. Through the window he sees him pull out a colt revolver and count six shots, load them into his gun and conceal it. He climbs through the window in the adjacent room and runs across the hall. He kicks open the door and holds up his gun, he see's the bloodlust in Aldo's eyes as he see's Yuri.

Your father betrayed my father, time to return favor.

He pulls the trigger of his tokarev pistol, and watches aldo fall. He then walks into the other room with every gun besides his in the room aimed at him. He says calmly...

He was traitor, he was going to kill you all, he wanted to get back at everyone remotely linked to his fathers assassination, it wasn't just a bank job, it was much more. I just saved you all, so stow your guns.

He looks towards Mr. Petrov.

You know how it is in motherland, right? Cutthroat business.

By the way, my name is Yuri.

There was a feeling that of anyother when the blonde haired woman stepped out of her car. When his eyes met Murdocks it was like every memory he had of happiness rushed through his veins making him remarakbly nervous.

Katie...

He whispered to himself. He didnt know if she was the Woman they spoke of that was behind the whole event. It couldnt have been though not Katie. SINGER listened to katie speak and was zoning in and out thinking about baseball bats. Noone knew that so it was ok. When yuri had shot aldo SINGER was a bit confused but not really worried anymore.

Katie um i will follow your lead then.

SINGER walked behind Katie and was confused with everything now. It was almost as if his whole idea of philly was completely flipped. So he walked in and stood at the door while everyone took a seat in their old dusty chairs. SINGER kept his eyes on Katie while she spoke. He was more restless then he was when he was being shot at a few minutes ago.

Katie, If you wouldnt mind, what is this Same thing we are both after if you wouldnt mind?

Katie's eyes flicked over to Yuri. She pinched her lips together as she weighed her options. A quick bullet to his head would settle the fact that he had killed the man she had hired, but Katie hadn't paid all up front and Aldo had done his job well. Coming to the conclusion that it wasn't worth it she shrugged and turned her attention to SINGER. Katie smirked, at least he was a bit relaxed now.

The drunks, the woman, and the havoc they are springing on Philly.

There was no reason to beat around the bush. Katie liked to get down to business. She kept her eyes on SINGER as she spoke, something flashed across his face. Relief?

Did you think I was the woman?

She chuckled.

Oh no, you can ask Timothy, I keep good company. I may be friends with a few people who drink, but I don't friend well with drunks who are people.

Katie smiled again and pulled her coat closer to her. It was chilly in this pit of despair and Katie was eager to continue this job and share with the others what she had found out on her own.

SINGER smiles at Katie and begins to laugh. He was put at ease when he found she was not the bad lady. He hands her a weapon but noticses she already had one so he kept it for himself.

Katie we just took down two major operations ran here in Philly we are looking to take down the rest but we are not quite sure where to go from here. To be completely honest my own desire is to shoot every drunk i see in the kneecaps. Whatever though, I guess we can go to the hotel there might be a few left from over there.

They all begin to head outside and start walking down the street. SINGER whispers to Katie.

I heard you had your own little gang running. They are all dead or something is all i understood.

SINGER laughs and points at the empty hotel in the view.