Another long night for Allen, he had been sorting this month's profits from Borat's brewery. The boss always requested things be done promptly so Allen made sure he did it himself. The place was closed for the day giving Allen peace of mind on dealing with customers. Allen opened his desk draw, removing a cigar from it, adjusting his glasses. He lit the cigar and began going over the paperwork. This had been one of the few nights Allen was given the privilege to be away from everyone else, his lack of bodyguards would be the perfect excuse for someone to send their best men in to send Allen into early retirement. 

  Hours had passed and Allen was feeling lightheaded, he had been sitting for too long and needed some fresh air. Allen grabbed his coat and stepped outside leaving through the rear exit of the brewery, closing the door behind him Allen could feel the cold air smacking against his face. He pulled another cigar out of his coat pocket, lit it and began making his way towards his usual spot near the side of the building. Upon getting near his normal smoking spot Allen noticed a dark car sitting across the entrance of the brewery. This car had not been there when Allen arrived earlier and most of the shops nearby had been closed hours prior to him coming in. Allen made his way towards the front of the building, as he arrived close to the front he noticed the vehicle was empty but left running. This made Allen jump to conclusions, he lived in a ruthless world, could someone finally be coming to help him meet his maker. Not today Allen thought he threw his cigar on the floor and stepped on it, pulled his pistol out and slowly made his way around the building. 

  Upon turning to the entrance of the building he noticed two men with guns drawn trying to get a glimpse of the inside of the brewery through the windows. Allen paused, took a step back around the building, took a large breath and gathered himself.  Upon exhaling Allen turned the corner firing three shots at the two men, hitting one of the twice in the chest killing him. The other man dropped to the floor as the third bullet pierced his thigh, his gun falling from his grasp. Allen ran up to the man bleeding out, picked both their weapons up and dragged both bodies through the entrance of the brewery. 

  Allen sat the bleeding man up in a chair and poured him a drink. He handed the man the drink and waited for him to drink it. Upon the man's lips touching the glass Allen rammed the butt of his gun into the man's jaw, breaking a few teeth in the process. He proceed to choke the already dying man and asked him ,

“Who sent you?” Allen released his chokehold, giving the man an opportunity to talk.

“I'm not telling you shit” The man spat back at Allen getting blood on his face. 

  Allen stood up, put his pistol on the bar and broke a leg off a table near the wounded man. Allen began bashing the man's face in with the heavy end of the leg causing blood to splatter all around the walls of the bar. With every hit Allen repeated again and again “Who sent you?!!”. Allen finally stopped when the table leg split in two, he watched as the lifeless man’s body rested on the floor. He had not received the answers he had hoped for probably due to his overwhelming way of dealing with it. Could you blame him?, he was to be killed tonight. 

  Allen went into the backroom where he had been working earlier and made a phone call to his brother Walter, he told Walter to bring a few guys to the brewery as there was a situation at hand. Hanging up the phone Allen walked back into the room with the two bodies and proceeded to dig in the pockets of the dead men. He noticed a large TD embroidered in the inside of one of their coats. It had been many years since he last saw those initials anywhere. The last blood festival, the war against the Durden Family. 

  Many years ago, in Allen's younger days there was a month long brutal war with the Durden family. Tyler and his hooligans emerged like a band of Vikings killing many innocents, and threatening the structure our world runs on. Allen had been through many difficult times down this path he chose, but that war he lost some of the most important people in his life. His former mentor was killed by Tyler himself. This sent Allen on a bloodbath killing dozens of Tyler's underlings at any given chance, this is when he received his nickname “Gator” by his peers around him, for how quickly he would snap at the sight of an associate of Tyler's. This had been many years ago when Allen did not have anyone to guide him. He is forever thankful to Godfather Borat for taking him in and helping him direct his anger to the proper things.

  Allen poured himself a drink as his brother and a few of the guys entered the place. Walter looked at the two bodies on the floor then back at Allen shaking his head. Walter was quick to judge, upon finishing his drink Allen walked to the bodies and flipped the inside of the coat out showing the large TD. Walter inhaled and exhaled, walked to the bar and poured himself a drink, while drinking he told the guys he brought to clean up the place and get rid of the body's. Allen poured himself another drink and joined his brother, they both were in understanding of what the next few weeks would be like. No one actually witnessed Tyler get executed those years ago. There had been plenty of rumors of a deal worth hundreds of millions in exchange of being escorted out the country, but they were only rumors or so everyone thought. 

  Allen went to the back room and turned the sink on cleaning his face and hands up, he was grateful his brother would come and deal with the mess. Allen was exhausted, he would need to be well rested for tomorrow, he had plenty to discuss with the boss. Allen gave his brother a hug before heading out. He exited the building, lit his cigar and began making his way home, Allen lived in walking distance and needed to get home fast. He had not eaten all night and his head was beginning to spin. Allen opened up the door to his apartment, walked into his restroom and began washing his face, he needed to freshen himself and the cold water hitting his face was doing just that . He was feeling a bit out of it and needed food before he could sleep. Allen heated up leftovers from the night before and poured himself a drink. Today had been a long day he thought to himself it had been a long time since he had to use his pistol, he had people for that now. He could not help but think this was all a dream and had hoped it was so as he finished his food and headed into his room to rest. 

  The next morning Allen woke with a grave sense of urgency to meet with his Boss and let him know about the situation that occurred the prior night. He got out of bed washed up and made a phone call to Borat informing he would be on his way to his office. Allen proceeded to leave the house without eating, he waved a taxi down and began to soak in the reality of things. It could all be a fluke, either way someone had tried to kill him last night. Upon reaching his destination Allen tipped the taxi driver and headed into Borat's office. Allen greeted the guys at the front and took the elevator up to meet his boss. Exiting the elevator Allen spotted his brother Walter and Borat speaking , he approached the men and greeted them. 

  Borat led the two men into his office and the three began discussing what happened the night prior. Walter had given Borat a brief rundown of what went down, but Allen explained in detail what he did and what his own eyes had witnessed. The look on Borat's face changed at the mention of the Durden Family. Borat too lost many close friends during the last war against Tyler. The men discussed the proper steps and channels they would need to go through to get full support in the direction they would like to go. The issue at hand would be the lack of information on Tyler and the rest of his crew. 

  The conversation had come to a conclusion Borat would take the information he was given today and ponder over what to do, while Allen remained out of sight. As the three men stood up to leave, a young man came rushing out the elevator, his face pale as  if he had seen a ghost. Walter sat the young man down and told him to calm down and speak clearly. The young man got it together and explained how a group of men just killed a few of the wise guy’s down at the local bar. One of the Made guys had been hit but he managed to get into the back room before being executed. Borat pulled Allen to the side and asked him to go down there and straighten things up , figure out what was going on. Allen said his goodbyes to his brother and boss and left the building making his way to the bar. 

  Arriving at the bar Allen walked in, spoke to a few of the guys out front and proceeded to the back. The place had been flooded with some of Philadelphia's lowest ranking members.  He stepped into the back room and closed the door behind him, he approached Giovanni, the made member who took a hit in the firefight and asked him to explain the situation. Giovanni had been sitting on a chair with his arm slumped over the table, our in house medic was patching him up while he explained to me what happened. A few of the guys had been drinking out front when another group of men entered the bar things got quiet as the group of men sat down and ordered some drinks. Upon the bartender bringing the drinks to the table the group of men stood up and fired on the locals who had already been there. Both sides fired shots but the uninvited group of men managed to kill a few of the wise guys and wound Giovanni. Giovanni managed to get a clean shot off as they ran off and the man's body was stored property in the back room. After hearing Giovanni’s relocation of what happened Allen walked to the body stored in the back and checked the inside of the coat, to his demise a big TD was embroidered on the inside. 

  Allen told Giovanni to stay at the bar until morning and keep a group of guys around in case they come back to finish the job. Allen would be leaving heading to a buddy of his from out of town who had been visiting for a few days. Allen had one of the guys at the bar drive him downtown to meet Anthony, an old friend of his who lives in Delaware. Anthony was on the forefront during the war against Tyler years ago, his intel helped some us remove a group of Tyler's more notorious members. Allen greeted his old friend when he arrived at the restaurant , he placed his order and the two began talking. Anthony had not heard of anything regarding Tyler, he knew his sister Marla had been spotted a few weeks ago in Delaware but no sign of their brother Robert or Tyler. It was not unusual for Marla to visit Delaware as she had family there. The two continued talking with Allen informing Anthony of what had been going on the last two day’s, Anthony shook his head in disbelief , the both of them thought this long war had come to an end many years ago. The look on Anthony’s face told Allen all he needed to know about the situation, Anthony would not be on the forefront this time many of us who where before would not be and this leads to concern. The seriousness of the situation may be overlooked with some of the newer authority in place. 

  Allen talked some more with Anthony reminiscing about the old times and how the peace since the war with Tyler had been some of the finest moments of our life. Watching  their children grow up was not a privilege many had in this life. The both of them were extremely grateful. Allen asked Anthony for a favor before he left the restaurant , he wanted Anthony to reach out to some of his old posse. Allen needed people he trusted when he went to Delaware, of course he would come with a few of his guys as well but his guys did not know Delaware like Anthony did. Anthony agreed when he went home he would gather a few of his guys and speak to them. The two men stood up and said their farewells, Allen went outside the restaurant lit a cigar and paced up the street slowly. These last two days had been extremely rough. It was good to see Anthony doing well, however Allen feared what would come in the next weeks. If Tyler's guys were bold enough to come to Philadelphia like this there would only be for one reason. Tyler was still alive.