The next day at the safehouse...

Soniix wakes up to see McKnighter sleeping on the couch and Riddle sitting at the table with Violet wattching tv. His phone rings, as he answers it he hears screaming. He listens for a bit then hangs up. And quickly get ready.

I need to go somewhere, won't be long keep a eye on the money. He picks up his two pistols and car keys.

About 30 mintues later Soniix comes racing down the path in the car being chased by to black cars with men hanging out the windows shooting at him. He stops the car in front of the safehouse and gets out the car then hides behind it for cover as the gangster get out and fire on his car with Tommy guns and .45's

Come on then you motherfucking Russians shoot me! He pulls out his two .45's, leaves the cover of the car and begins to fire back at them, before he hits anyone he gets shot once in the arm, leg and 5 times in the chest. He falls to the floor bleeding to death while the gangster shoot at the house.

 Bullets fly past him inside the house and smash window debris hits Riddle in the face. Jumping to the floor, he grabs his pistol and opens the door. Seeing Soniix on the floor, Riddle returns fire while he crawls towards his fallen friend. Seeing he has multiple gunshot wound, Riddle whispers in his ear,

If you die, Can I keep your share?

Grabbing him by his shirt, he drags him backwards while under fire. Making it back into the safe house, He yells in anger as he sees his friend slip in and out of consciousness. Kicking the door shut now, Riddle runs to the window and continue to return fire back at the Russians.

Keep your eyes open Soniix, Keep em open!

Soniix begins to cough up blood while slipping in and out, all he can hear is gun shots and Riddle swearing at the Russians.

Trying to remain calm and awake  he looks at Riddle. Try keep one alive, someone snitched on us find out who.

He continues to slip in and out.

I heard guns...

Violet looks at the two guys, and quickly moves at the window and began firing at the russians

Remmbering what Riddle said before when he first got to him he looks back up.

And no you can't have my share you greedy bastard. He laughs and looks around for McKnighter.

 Yelling profanity out to the Russians, Riddle begins to get fed up. He races back and grabs a BAR and one grenade.
Returning to the window, He opens fire at the car. Overwhelming the Russians with fire power, the Russians jump into there car in an attempt to speed away. Riddle hits one in the back as he tries to make a retreat and he falls to the floor limp. The car speeds away.

I got one!

Riddle runs out shooting at the car as it disappears into the horizon. Walking to the fallen russian now, Riddle sees he isn't moving. He kicks him in the balls to make sure he is still alive. The russian squeals like a little girl and rolls up in a fetal position. Shoving his barrel into the Russians wound, Riddle yells a few words at him then grabs him by the hair then drags him back into the safe house.

He's still alive. Barely.

Using the table to stand up Soniix picks up his .45 and holds it at the Russians face.

Now are you going to tell us who snitched and where we can find them.

The Russian laughs and spits in Soniix face, then speaks:

You have no idea what you have done, do you know who's money that is, I hope you enjoyed this day it will be your last.

He hits the russian with the gun.

You just made a big mistake, see my friend here loves to make little bitchs like you scream for your mammys. Riddle do what it takes to make him talk.

Soniix walks over to violet.

I need you to take the money  to my club its not far from here, it will be safe there. Just go to my office and put it in the safe next to my desk.

He wisphears the code for the safe in her ear. And hands her the car keys.

If you think anyone is following you lose them before you go to the club. He walks into the bathroom to clean up.

McKnighter wakes up from his sleep. He opens his eyes to look outside. Bullets shells, blood, and bodies were all he found. He looks over to Riddle beating a Russian with a blackjack.

"Damn, did I miss something?"

The bathroom door opens and Soniix wearing nothing but his jeans walks through  with blood all over his jeans and a whisky bottle in his hand, looking at the floor, as the blood from his wounds drip down his body

What kind of weird alki keeps a whisky bottle next to the bath. You got anything out him yet Riddle....

He looks up and see's McKnighter.

Well look who woke up, you missed all the fun.

 Riddle drags the Russian into a separate bedroom where he spends 30 minutes. He exits the room then heats up a butter knife on the oven then leaves it there. His shirt is soaked with the Russians blood. He turns to Soniix and washes his bloody hands.

Not yet. He's pretty tough I gotta give him that. But he's running out of fingers and toes. He'll give me something soon. Be right back.

Riddle grabs the red hot butter knife then walks back into the room. Screams are then heard. A brief silence, then a gun shot. Riddle re-emerges back into the living room and grabs himself a beer.

Soniix looks at Riddle a little shocked.

Mate I knew you liked kinky sex but there is a time and a place. He laughs and drinks some of the whisky.

 Don't judge me! I happen to be a very honorable gentleman. Ah that Russian didn't give up nothing. He just said Semion Mogilevich will be visiting us soon enough. So I shot him.

Riddle grabs a seat next to Soniix.

How you holding up? We should call you a doctor and get you patched up.

He drinks move whisky then hands the bottle to Riddle.

No, no doctors they ask to many questions. There will be someone we know who is good with this kind of stuff. But Semion Mogilevich ive heard that name before. When Voliet is back from the club we will put the bodys in here a burn it, was there anything on him, like a walet or something?

 Riddle reaches in his pocket and pulls out a Russian passport, a few sticks of gun, a .38 special and some matches. He throws it on the table then picks up the matches.

This guy must be a hitter from Russia. Plus look at these matches, seems to be some sort of Dance Club. You know of it?

Riddle tosses the matches to Soniix then grabs the bottle. He takes a few drinks then picks up his beer which he drinks from also.

Damn Russians.

He catchs the matches and takes one to light his cigerret, he takes a drag then takes a look at the match box, there is a picture of a women lying down in a black bra with vodka in one hand and a cigerret in the other under it says алерины имитри. On the back there is a number.

It says something in russian I can't understand it, is there any russian club's in America?

Violet races through the club where sonixx instructs her, she noticed a black sedan tailing her.

Damn, need to lose that one.

After several nitched, and long routes she finally went to the club, put the money in the office and lock it. Guess need to go somewhere.

Hey you guys im back. Hey i sort of withdraw some cash from the money.....here we might need this.

She unloads some guns, ammos, grnase, rifle, groceries, snacks , maagazines and some whisky.

Soniix walks over to the table to see what she brought back. He stands there blanky for about 5 minutes looking at the stuff while trying to cover he bullet wounds with his hand. Soon he shouts back at Riddle:

She didn't get any peanuts sorry mate.

McKnighter runs through the stuff, picks out a Snub Nose .38 and a case of bullets for it. He also takes a barrel for his Tommy Gun. He picks up a bottle of Irish brand beer and takes an apple.

"This will hold me for a bit, you say 'em Russians found us here? How the hell did I sleep through that?"

He takes out a 8 inch blade and cuts off the cap of the bottle. He takes a swig and sets it down.

"I remember hearing a Russian at your club, maybe he would know where one would be?"

McKnighter grabs his Tommy Gun he had laying beside the couch and puts in the barrel. He puts it back in place.

"V, you didn't get a shotgun for me? I'll pick one up when we find that bar. It's going to be useful when we get there."

"Thought you don't need one," violet smiles.

Violet then grabs some chocolates and coke.

Pulls out a small knife and begains to cut up the apple into slices.

"Do I look like a guy who doesn't need one? Besides, I lost my old shotgun at a Post Office job. Some huge guy bent it, shot him in the face with my .45."

He pops one apple slice into his mouth and chews on it. He washes it down with another drink from his Irish beer.