Standing in front of the full length mirror, Deuce slides one Colt 1911 into each shoulder holster. They were a gift delivered to his door by some clown. Each was engraved with one word, Deuce. He had no idea who they were from and didn't care as he begin to load up the extra clips the harness could carry. Someone knew his .38 wouldn't cut it tonight. Sliding on his jacket he turned and walked out of the flat for the airport, he was late.

The flight was uneventful, but it still seemed like it took no time at all. Walking up the steps of city hall, he turned and looked out over New Orleans. Like many women he had met, the city would never be the same after tonight, she would be a complete mess. The Mayor's Inaugural ball was already underway and as well attended as Deuce expected. Every city dignitary was on hand to celebrate Mayor Wilson's second term. He was the man who had turned New Orleans around after the mob wars. It was corrupt as any city but they didn't pay tribute to anyone and didn't intend to. As he walked past the entry doors and into the dance hall Deuce spotted Lana and toto heading for the floor. Looking around for a good vantage point gave testament to the fact that many mobsters were in attendance. There was an empty table to the right of the floor, Deuce sat down.

Waiter! One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer! He barked in a gravely voice. Cottonmouth. Hell, make it a double! The waiter returned with a double bourbon, a double scotch, and a double beer. Deuce didn't even know they made mugs that big. Downing his double capo combo makes him feel much better. The waiter was still standing there, wanting a tip.

Hey kid, always bet on Deuce. Now get the fcuk out of here.

The dance floor has filled and the music begins. Loud and vibrant, a dance for the bold. There is a commotion as some drunken mobsters enter the establishment beyond fashionably late, but all eyes are on the beautiful woman dancing with the Sicilian man in the middle of the floor. It was rare to see such beauty and grace on any floor. From the first moment their dance had the kind of purpose and desire every couple wished they could attain on a dance floor. Deuce had never seen Lana so beautiful or toto so enthralled with her.

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The man spotted Lana dancing with some greasy mobster and he could see nothing else. Why would such a woman make herself available to such a low life he wondered? He wanted her. Others began to notice him noticing her but he didn't care as he drunk in her every curve and lingered upon those ruby red lips. His wife, horrified at the diplay so soon after losing her son, turned and left him standing there. He never noticed.

As they made their way to the dance floor, Toto noticed the whole place was watching his girl, and why not she was stunning tonight..

As he led her around the floor gliding effortlessly with her in his arms he became lost in her. The dress was just too much,he felt his passion and his excitement level rising. Seeing the obvious lust and desire for his woman in the targets eye's was making this even hotter! Dancing with Lana was always a thrill but tonight with the job at hand it became more intense. As he gazed down the front of that very low gown his hand slid to her butt for a quick little tap, tap. He glided her over near the target area, and when he felt her reach down between them he knew the time was here...He took her left hand and wrapped it with his around her waist, then spun her out to arms length away right in front of her target!

Toto guided her to the dance floor, stretched his arm to take her hand and brought her to him. She had worn her sexiest dress, a long, red strapless gown that revealed most of her breasts and her legs were visible through the slit in the front. Lana walked slowly, swaying her hips trying to get her targets attention. She went into Totos arms and he started taking her around the dance floor. She looked into his eyes, loving being here with him, knowing they were here to get a job done excited her. Every time she was spun around, she took an obvious glance at her target who was watching her intensly. He wanted her alright, and she wanted him too...wanted him dead. Toto slid his hand to her bottom and sent shivers through out her body. She was getting that spark in her eyes again. The anticipation of the kill was building as he spun her around and around the dance floor. She let go of his hand and slid it between them, hearing the gasps of the onlookers around them. And quickly, Toto spun her out holding right hand tightly. She spun once, twice and there she stood in front of him. Lana held her gun straight out pointing it at his chest.

"My name's Lana"...POP POP POP...she shot Mayor Wilson three times. He went down, blood spaying his counsil men around him. She looked at Toto with wild excitement as he yelled "GO GO GO". She started running, the crowd screaming and hurrying out of her way. While the cops unholstered and started shooting at her, she was giggling uncontrolably, bullets whizing by her. She managed to get to the door and busted out onto the streets.

Everyone was entranced as the shots rang out loud and clear. Red stains blossomed the Mayors shirt. Deuce jumped up and knocked over the table for cover. He pulled out both .45's already cocked and locked, he snapped down the ambidextrious safties and put 2 round into the chief of police as he tried to bark out orders to his men. Leaderless cops scrambled, the city council tried to get up and run. Shots cracked out, one mobster was firing a couple single action colts like some cowboy. Suddenly machine gun fire rang out, who the hell got one of those in here thought Deuce. He fired on a cop trying to shoot Lana and dropped him hard. Cops were trying to get in the back way so he emptied his guns toward the door keeping them from piling through. He ducked back behind the table as he dropped the empty mags and replace them with fresh. Snapping the slides closed he waited for an opening in the gunfire.

As soon as Lana was out the door Toto leaped in the air landing on the edge of a table and flipping it for cover. He came up with his 45 in hand pop..pop..pop.. three councilmen dead! As gunfire was returned his way he ducked down and looked over at Deuce..."Where the fuck is our fucking help!"

A young woman, sitting at the bar was spattered with blood as her friend Lana put three slugs into the mayors chest.  She was knocked backwards by a bodyguard and hit the bar with the back of her head, hard.  The room spun for a minute as she saw Toto and Lana make their escape out the back door.  Knowing she couldn't get out that was she bolted for the front door pushing her way through the screaming crowd.  As soon as she got out the door she hooked a right towards the alley where she would be meeting the get away car.  As she reached the darkened alleyway, Lana and Toto burst out the back door in a hail of bullets.  Starshine didn't have time to think, she aimed her gun and began shooting at the police officers as they ran through the door.  She picked off one by one as Deuce revved up the cars engine and Lana and Toto jumped in.  He hit the gas and the car lurched forward and Star had just enough time to jump into the back-seat before he turned the corner and sped away.  

Tires suddenly screatched as Sneakyrat was in the middle of the street. Deuce saw him at the very last moment and hit the brakes hard.

"HEY!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" shouts Deuce...

"Man... you dont want to go that way... their is a major road block down this alley... seems like the cops anticipated this one."

"Shit, we're fucked now!" repplied Deuce... "Not yet bro... follow me guys i know a way out!" They all got out of the car and Sneakyrat started to sprint in the dark alley way... and made a sudden right in a little opening on the wall. They all followed him and noticed Sneaky leaping on a dumpster then another leap on a emergency escape ladder. He led them to safe cover enter the building from the fire escape exit door. Breaking the lock with a bullet. They then entered a room and waited. A minute after they heard footsteps... seeming to come from the fire escape ladder. They waited...

Deuce was drunk, or at least that is what it felt like. The last clear memory was a gunfight and toto yelling about backup. Everything else was like some crazy out of body experience. Now here he was behind some door trying to make sense of the situation. His head was throbbing. He moved his hand up and instantly regretted it. Pain. He had been shot. Well grazed anyway, enough to explain the strangeness he felt.  He looked over at his companions.

Toto, Lana! Get out of here! Anyone comes through door we will handle them.

Well at least at these two might since I can't shoot straight.