Stallion keeps his back against the brick wall. Keeping low to hide in the shadows, Stallion leans over to get a glimpse of the cross roads up ahead. There, standing next to a parked car was Robin, one of his many bodyguards. Everyday for the last week Robin had been driving Blazerze to this exact spot near midnight. The plan was to create a target for the assailants to attack and hope they fall for the bait. So far nothing had happened and Stallion was worrying if this plan was destined to fail. Leaning back, Stallion looks up at the surrounding buildings knowing his other members were there watching and waiting. All around the block he had members and bodyguards blocking alleyways and covering streets, hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike. The whole plan relied on the ambitious greed of the Assailants. Rubbing his hands together to keep warm, Stallion looks over at Axe and shakes his head, implying that everything was still quiet. Axe was already annoyed that Stallion decided to join tonight’s hunt but then he was always so protective. Stallion wonders how everyone else was holding up.

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Jamie shuffled from one leg to another, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together, in a desperate attempt to keep warm. For two years now he has been a bodyguard for Lollipop and never has he witnessed nor even heard of such events happening. Hitters actually going out of their way to kill bodyguards rather than the people they protect. It was rough times for all bodyguards; he had already lost a few friends to these Unidentified Assailants. Most guards didn’t want to come along for these nightly hunts; you would think they wanted revenge. It’s strange how they would risk their lives for money but not for a righteous cause. Jamie wanted revenge though; he wanted to hear each of them beg for mercy before he put a bullet in their head. Jamie spits on the ground at the thought of the Assailants. Looking around the dark alley he was in, Jamie groaned. Of course he had to be put in the furthest place from where the action might be. Fuckers. From behind him, Jamie hears the sound of crunching glass. Spinning around he goes to draw his gun but it is stuck in its holster. Trying to pull it again he finally manages only for it to slip out of his numb fingers and drop on the floor. Looking up at where the sound came from he sees nothing. Jamie sighs. If it had been an Assailant he would be dead, he had to calm his nerves. Moving to pick up his gun he hears someone running behind him. Before he can act an arm wraps around his neck, pulls him up and he feels a sharp pain in his back. He tries to call out but the person covers Jamie’s mouth with his hand. He feels more sharp pains in his back. The person finally lets go but grabs him by the hair and throws Jamie to the ground. Landing on his back, Jamie tries to focus through all the pain. He goes to reach for his knife that he kept strapped to his leg but realises he can’t move. Looking up at the person who attacked him he sees a bloodied knife in their hand, their face covered by the shadows. The attacker leans down, still keeping his face hidden. Raising his knife he plunges it down, cutting through Jamie’s stomach and chest. Desperate to call out for help all he can do is cough out the blood that is clogging up his lungs. His vision begins to fade as the attacker continuously stabs him. Before all turns to darkness his attacker leans forward and whispers in his ear.
“Glory to the Assailants.”
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Stallion was fighting a battle. His eyes wanted to close but he had to will them to stay open. He wouldn’t be able to keep them open for long. Nothing had happened all night. Blazerze was going to be coming out of the pub soon and with another day unsuccessful. Stallion wouldn’t be able to commit all his resources like this for long and not see a drop in profits in his businesses city wide. Stallion gave Axe the signal to move out. Rising up from behind the brick wall, Stallion freezes as he hears laughter coming down one of the streets. Looking back at Axe, he gestures with his hand to get back under cover. Crouching back down, Stallion leans over and gazes at the figures slowly approaching from 42nd Street. He puts his hand on his gun’s handle just in case.

Robin flicks his cigarette on the floor, crushing it with his shoe, putting it out. Making sure his gun was in place he watched the two figures approach. Both of them were wearing over coats, easy way to hide most weapons. They actually seemed to be stumbling. After another fit of laughter they both break out in song, something about a fat whore and a mail man. As they get closer they start to head for the bar. Robin sighs, another unsuccessful night. He turns to face where he knew Stallion would be and shrugs. Just then Robin realizes everything has gone silent. Turning back towards the two drunken guys he sees both of them staring at him with malice in their eyes. Both of them rip open their coats and pull out sub-machine guns. Robin manages to whisper “fuck”, to himself before hundreds of bullets rip him apart and the car next to him.

For a split second Stallion is frozen in shock by what he was seeing. The two men who he had thought were just two drunks on their way to continue their drinking night completely bombard Robin with bullets. He was already dead yet they continued to pepper him. Finally shaking his head and regaining himself, Stallion notices none of his members around the buildings have fired yet. Good. They were only to fire on Stallion's command and they would get it. The Assailants finally run out of ammo and start to reload their guns. Drawing his gun and breathing in deeply Stallion yells with all his might.
“OPEN FIRE!!!!!!!”

The two assailants look up in shock before they are bombarded by bullets from all around them. Hundreds of gun shots echo throughout the streets. One assailant drops to his knees, bullet holes all over him, in his last ditched effort he aims his gun where Stallion called out and pulls the trigger. Axe grabs Stallion by the shoulder and pulls him down before the entire brick wall is shredded up. The other Assailant manages, despite several wounds, to run to the car and jump inside. Mumbling his thanks to Axe, Stallion gets back up and looks at the first Assailant still on his knees but now shooting bullets all over the place. One distinctive shot is heard and the Assailant’s head his blown away. Stallion grins at the superb marksmanship from Achilles. Pointing his gun at the car, with Axe next to him he starts to fire. All his members do the same and the car begins to be ripped apart by hundreds of bullets. Blazerze runs out of the bar and adds his own gun to the massacre. After what seemed like an hour the gun shots around the streets begin to die down to eventually complete silence. What can be only called as a miracle the Assailant in the car lifts himself up. From the look of him he was near death or he had to be. Blood was all over his head. Turning his eyes upon Stallion he grins.
“Glory... to... the... ASSAILANTS!!!!!” Falling back down, Stallion cannot but help admire the man’s final send off. Shrugging at Axe, Stallion starts to head in the direction of the car before a massive explosion erupts from the car, fire engulfing it, pieces of metal flying in all directions. Stallion jumps back with Axe to take cover by what was left of the brick wall, Blazerze dives back through the pub doors. With the final pieces of metal finally falling to the ground, Stallion decides it is safe to get back up. Lifting himself up he stares at what was left of the car. Next to him Axe gets up and shrugs,
“Well this was a total fuck up.”

Glaring at Axe, Stallion says, “Thanks, just what I need right now, your smart ass comments.”
Staring back at the flames from the car Stallion sighs. He would have preferred the night be unsuccessful.
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Slumping in his office chair, Stallion groans. Not only did he lose one of his best bodyguards but later in the night the mutilated body of Lollipops bodyguard was found. Rubbing his head, Stallion groans again. Hearing someone clear their throat in front of him Stallion looks up to see Axe.
“Don’t knock or anything...”

Ignoring the comment Axe says, “Both Assailants were beyond recognition. The first one having his head blown away, the second one... well, yeah. Also there has been some news from other cities. It seems tonight we were not the only ones to have a confrontation with the Assailants.”

Leaning back in his chair Stallion sighs. He hoped other families had better luck with the Unidentified Assailants than he did.

It was nearly 2am in Las Vegas and the lights in the city were still lit up like midnight just struck. Jimmy was sitting in a booth outside next to the street drinking with his two closest men Andrew and Kriminal. As they did shot after shot, watching the women walk by and the tourists wearing their fancy glasses and nice new t-shirts the men discussed the ever growing problem of disloyalty in the families and the ever happening act of stealth hitmen killing bodyguards throughout the cities trying to disrupt business. The air was cool tonight with very few clouds in the sky as Jimmy lit up a cigar and looked at both men asking what they had heard about the news

“I heard those bastards might even be living here in Las Vegas in our own families!!” Andrew said as he took a drink from his glass slamming it on the table while Kriminal was distracted looking at some lady walking by.. Jimmy smacked him, “Sorry sorry boss, I heard the same, I hope this guy messes up and we find him so I can personally put a bullet in between his eyes” Kriminal said as he turned back around towards the table.

Jimmy took a long hit of his cigar while listening to both men running some names and faces through his mind as he watched some young ladies walk by, all of them giggling and watching the men smiling

I just got the word from some of our friends in another city, and they had some witnesses to the last incident and they put it all together and we think we got the guy, you know Ricardo who joined our ranks a few weeks ago? Well we think he has been playing both sides of the coin and now he is causing so much trouble we are catching heat… lets go feel him out and if he gives us any suspicion you guys know what to do. Andrew and Kriminal both nodded in agreement as they finish their last drinks, standing up to leave the table to visit Ricado.

The drive to his house was only about twenty minutes but it was on a nice part of the strip, the west side where things had just been cleaned up and business was starting to boom once more. The window was down in the car, the cool air blowing through Jimmy’s hair as he held his pistol in his hand with the magazine out, slowly placing it inside the weapon pulling back the slide and loading the weapon as they got closer to the spot. As they pulled up Jimmy noticed the car was not in the drive way so he knew they could snoop around for a bit before he got home

“Kriminal and Andrew go inside, make sure he is not home while I grab some stuff from the trunk for when he does get home”  Jimmy said as he popped the trunk throwing some things around while the two men entered the house quickly yelling “clear” from the inside.

As the three men walked around the house they noticed a lot of weird stuff.. there was pictures of other mobsters on the wall, with locations and information about their protection status and on the wall Jimmy noticed a picture of him and his friends.. all of the eyes cut out and darts thrown through the photos

“Guys I think it is clear what we need to do” Jimmy said as he took a seat in the chair waiting for Ricardo to arrive home.  

Andrew and Kriminal were both waiting by the door for the sound of his car to pull in the drive way. After about ten minutes later the door opens

“What the fuck is this how did you guys get in here” Ricardo yelled as he was quickly grabbed and strapped into a kitchen chair that had been brought from the kitchen into the living room. “You guys are going to be sorry when Jimmy finds out about this you bastards!!!!” Ricardo yelled but then quickly stopped as Jimmy walked in the room holding a chainsaw.  “You fucked up man..”Jimmy said as he shook his head holding up a photo of a recent news clipping about a bodyguard murder that had happened. “We trusted you, housed you and this is how you repay us. By shooting at bodyguard from all these other cities, causing problems trying to create a war huh!!” Jimmy said as the man started to cry and plead for his life “No Jimmy I didn’t mean to go behind your back or the syndicates!! No Jimmy!!! I just couldnt help myself..God please.. Noooo”…

You could hear the chainsaw from outside of the house..the brutalscreaming and a few thuds… and then it went silent. Three men later emerged from the house in new clothes, stepping into their black car with tinted windows and driving off as the house suddenly exploded…the fireball erupting into the air as the men drove off to hit the casinos to forget what they had just done…

Jimmy did wonder why the man had done it and if any other leaders ever had the same problems but then he rolled the window down and took in a deep breath of the air before exhaling