Len was walking down the street, eagerly watching for a member of the infamous TylerDurden crew. This crew just kept on coming back, and was always getting into people's bonnets. They were universally hated and were free to shoot at sight. A few of them had been sighted this evening in Chicago, and Len was hoping to get a little better at shooting by killing one. The problem was, he couldn't find any. Usually they were quite numerous, but not tonight. Len decided to risk going to their HQ. He slunk down a series of alleyways that reeked of garbage, urine, and sometimes flesh. He finally reached the run-down shack that was the HQ for the dirtier-than-most-criminals Durdens. 

Len knew that he shouldn't shoot at their leader, RHM, or LHM. These were the only "respectable" members, and were not easy to take out. Unfortunately, these three were the only occupants tonight. Len worried that he'd missed the rest. But he wasn't going to give up. He sat down on an old crate in the shadows. After 20 minutes, a Durden walked cagily towards the shack. He yelled a password, then gave his report: "I'm the only one left. Everyone else's dead." Len took aim.

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It was an hour later. TylerDurden sat in his shack, head bowed. His hands stood at his sides, grimacing. Tyler stood and began cursing them for allowing his last member to be killed on the doorstep. Then he said, "Well, come one damn it. Looks like we're on the fly again."