Violet snatch a slice apple from knight and sighs.

You already have a .45, tommy gun...and you still need one...? How many hands do you have? You are not an octopus!

Soniix picks up some ammo for his .45's loads them then sits down and begins to clean his guns.  His phone begins to ring, he answers and listens. After a few seconds he hangs up and puts his guns down.

Ok everyone's share of the money has being taking to their homes, when  you get to your home there will be men in a car waiting for you to hand it over.

He picks up the whisky and drinks some.

Now you have a choice, you can either go home take the money, lay low for a bit and get on with you lifes, or you can come with me and hunt down the russian boss who ordered the hit on us and find the rat who snitched us out to him and kill the little fucker, and keep the money. So what is it going to be?

McKnighter finished his beer and apple slices, and stands up.

"You can never have too many guns, and there always the right gun for the right job."

He puts on his coat and pockets the .45 Colt and the 44. Magnum.

"I'm in, lets torch that bar. I'll first have to pick up a few, supplies. I'll be back later. Call me when you find the place."

McKnighter takes his car keys and heads out the safehouse. He gets in his car stashed here and drives off.

He looks at the window and see's McKnighter drive off, he lights up another cigerret and puts the pack on the table then turns to Violet and Riddle.

Ok hes him, what about you guys?

Well we got to finish what we have started....I always say....count me in.

Violet sits and cleans her gun.

<em>Chthulu empties his glass slowly to hide his face as he checks out the guy taking notes at a well know mob establishment.<e/m>

"Tim, Jones" he says well snapping his fingers at each.

"That fish over there" Chthulu says while drinking and motioning with his elbow. "Needs help finding the water."

"Sure thing boss" says Tim as Jones makes an exit.

Ok Riddle what about you? I know you like to kill people and we get to burn down that bar, so you in?

You know it. Just before we burn it down, let me loot for a bit. I never pass up a good opportunity for a come up.

Riddle runs to the room where the dead russian lays and grabs a duffel bag.

Ok you guys go home and enjoy the money, ill call you in a few days when ive found out about the russian club. If you hear anything call me. Don't worry about the safehouse ill take care of it.

Dont forget to call me...here is my special number just for this job.

Violet nods, get a pistol and shotgun and went to the car and speeds away.

Two days later, Detroit.

Soniix walks into his apartment just as his phone rings, he walks over and picks it up.

Frankie what you find out? Ok call Riddle, Violet and McKnighter and tell them to head down to the club.

He hangs up the phone and picks up his car keys then leaves the apartment.
He arrives at the club and heads to his office. He pulls out some vodka from his desk and takes a sip. There is a knock at the door,
Come in....

Jul 06, '09 14:50, Detroit, XxSoniixxX's funeral-

A young man stands alone at the grave of his deceased father, he takes a look around and see's Violet, Riddle and McKnighter standing on top of a hill looking at the grave. Soniix Jr walks up there to talk to them.

Hello thank you for coming, Ive seen you all around my father's club before he was shot there and I know you 3 helped him with the bank robbery. Before he was shot he got a call from a contact telling him the location of the russian bar you were all looking for.

He pauses and pulls out a cigarette then lights it.

Anyway I belive it was the russians who killed him and I want revenage and im sure you do aswell. My father and his contact was the only ones who knew about the loctation so if you want to help me there is a car waiting to take us to the contact.....

"Those fucking Russians. They will pay."

McKnigher looks at the kid smoking the cigarette.

"Arn't you a bit young for that stuff? Anyways, lets go guys. This isn't business anymore. These guys are going to burn."

A very mysterious looking person is sitting in the corner of this bar, this cold, lonely night. No one really even notices that there is a dark silloutte figure in the midst.

The men sitting at the bar ponder; discuss and work out all the detaisl to this infamous heist of theirs...