Fozzie hear's the office phone ringing. Expecting the call from his good friend WankBack he lifts the receiver

"Fozzies betting emporium, how may I bankrupt you?"

"Hey Fozzie, its WankBack here. Listen that thing we disucssed earlier? Not good news"

"Sigh. I figured that would be the case. I've been in touch with various sources today, from Detroit to Chicago, New Orleans to New York and even our own folk in Vegas and our good neighbours in LA. They've all noticed it"

"We can't compete with this, none of us have the wealth to fly after them so often"

"I hear you mate, In the last hour alone I've had 5 confirmed sightings of both Marla and Paulson all in different cities. These fuckers have struck a deal with Pan-Am and are making use of their frequent flyer miles it seems. My guess is they are moving in on our turf and dealing drugs in numerous locations, flooding the cities with the cheap stuff and trying to knock us out of business"

"I feared as much, those bastards! Rumour has it their flights are full with booze too, good stuff at that. If we let this continue then it won't be long until they have enough wealth to hire a considerable army and finally win their war against us all"

"Theres only one thing for it. We need to spread the word, we need to let the whole community know that Tyler and his gang have joined forces with Pan-Am and are flying freely from city to city as often as they please. With everyone working together we can do it, we can beat them!"

feeling invigorated by his plan Fozzie slams down the receiver and heads to the street to spread the word

Mercury was strolling the streets of New York just a little while ago when who would appear but Robert Paulson. Not ten minutes later, Robert Paulson was gone and the Godfather himself Tyler Durden appeared.

No sooner did this phenomenon happen than the word on the street began to spread like wildfire. The whispers were an outrageous accusation but after what she had seen recently they made perfect sense!

The Durdens Dastardly Deal with Pan-Am!

What an unexpected twist this is. As if these felons were not hard enough to catch, they now are flighty felons! Mercury heads to the local speakeasy frequented by mobsters. In fact, if you weren't a mobster you didn't get in this place!. She takes a seat at the bar and begins to speak with her fellow mobsters.

I can't believe these Durdens had the pull to get away with this! I guess the good news is Tyler is no longer able to amass a large gang to invade. Maybe the Pan-Am seats are limited because the size of his gangs has dramatically decreased. Could it be his following is dwindling?

Benji listens to Fozzie one thing he knew was that Fozzie had his finger on the pulse of these streets he had allways wondered how these damned Durdens managed to get there men in and out of these cities and this made sense.

Fozzie i think you have hit the nail on the head i myself have noticed that Tyler,Marla and Robert seem to be able to jump at will from city to city, I am thinking of speaking to some friends of mine in the Union maybe next time they hit our Cities we could get the airline workers to strike. That way we can ground the bastards and prevent them from flooding our streets with there cheap narcoticts.

Of course! Excellent idea Benji, why didn't I think of the Union?! Christ I have loads of people on my payroll there that could help us out with a little strike here and there. I wonder though, if Pan-AM have maybe provided the Durden family with their own private plane?

Considering how frequent the flights, I have doubts now that these are commercial flights and could possibly be Private flights. If so, its a great display of the wealth of the Durden family, even if only their top 3 are making use of it.

Private jets Damn those Durdens and there abundance of wealth, i shall see if i can get a man or Monkey on the inside Fozzie that way we can know for sure how Tyler manages this i have managed to pass off one of PJs monkeys as Frank Sinatra of late so it should be a problem to pass one off as one of Tylers goons or a scab labour worker.

They must have their own private jets, Marla was in and out of Philly quicker than I could complete a taxi journey from the airport down to my supplier's place. Its unreal

So that's why one of my monkeys keeps still my cigars and is walking around in a nicer pin-stripe suit than I myself wear. Bloody Bastid. Thinks he can sing now too.