Old_Bag looks in the mirror, checking the wrinkles that are supposed to be getting lessbe lessing. The snake oil saleman promissed. She had been to the dentist and paid a lot of money for better fitted dentures, but she could still click them (as was her bad habit when she was bored or nervous).

She puts on her makeup and brushes her gray hair

When did this happen? She murmers to herself

She had to look good for the night. She had to prove she still had "it".

Old_Bag smooths her dress grabs her handbag and heads out

As she gets close to the neighborhood watering hole she can hear all the young people talking and laughing

The fear hits her. She could remember being young, lively and attractive. She feels the wrinkles on her face, and runs her hand through her grey hair.

As she clicks her false teeth she peeks around the open door. Her heart flips as she thinks about how long it had been since she had gone out, and she recognized some of the Purring Tigers inside. She takes a step back and takes a sharp breath. Old_Bag has to calm her nerves. She closes her eyes for just a minute and as she goes to step forward she feels a gun in her back and a hand over her mouth.

Don't resist A gruff voice says in her ear Ha.. Not that you could old women. I need you to do me a favor. I am going to take my hand off your mouth and if you make any noise I will shoot you and be gone before your frail old body hits the cold concrete. The thug gives Old a slight shake Understand?

Old_Bag nods as the thug removes his hand Don't forget I have this he pushes the weapon into her back and pushes her into the bar and into a corner booth. Put your hands on the table were I can see them barks the thug A young family member sees her and nods at her "date" and gives Old_Bag a wink, as if he knows her secret.

Oh you have just made this job all the more enjoyable the thug growls It seems you know the target. He pulls a small package out of his jacket This little package contains a bomb. I need you to deliver it to the boy over there, tell him it is a gift. No funny stuff or you will get it too.

Old_Bag stairs at the package, and at the young man across the room and at the thug. She had to get out of this, but how? She knew she had a gun strapped to her thigh, but could not figure out how to get to it. She could just quietly tell the target, but he would think she was being a smart ass. As she sat there and thought, she could tell the thug was getting impatient, she would have to move soon.

Kates strolled down the streets towards her rented room for the night with a bag full of groceries. It was about half full- nothing too special. Some pasta, cheese, sauce, a loaf of bead, and a bottle of wine. She was dressed, in what was a rare occurrence for her, unremarkably, as she usually fluctuated between the carefully measured glamor and seductiveness of a revealing dress and the practical and stealthy tight black pants and shirt that had become her "work" outfit. Today though, was a travel day, and she found herself blending into the crowd more than usual in her modest brown dress. Which she appreciated, due to the fact that the was a man with a gun standing a few dozen feet away from her.

She couldn't see the gun, to be sure, but the snarl on his face as he pressed up against the older woman, combined with her own expression of anxiety made the situation pretty clear. As she got a bit closer she recognized Old_Bag- they'd never met, but Kates knew her to be a part of Scipita's crew. No idea who the tough was, though he certainly wasn't from any of the families knew about. Kates sighed as she surreptitiously took her gun from her purse and dropped it into the bag of groceries. She had just found out she was half honorary Rourke and, while Kates had no idea what that made her an Scipita, she did want to help. But she had no intention of taking a bullet for Old Bag, either.

Stealthily crossing the street, she moved past the thug and the older woman before crossing back and turning around, as if she'd been following Old_Bag's footsteps. As she approached, she plastered on her largest smile and called out happily.

"Ma'm! Ma'm! You forgot your bag of groceries! I know you'd mentioned they were just what you needed, so I'd hate for you to forget them!"

With an imperceptible move of her eyebrow, Kates handed the bag to Old_Bag, hoping she could feel the weight of the pistol on the bottom. As the man growled "Get the hell out of here!" and gave her the elevator eyes, Kates meekly apologized and walked away. When she had gone a fair distance, she leaned on a wall to see what would happen.

As Old_Bag thought, Kates approached with a bag of groceries and handed them to her

Why thank you ma'am. Old_Bag could feel the weight of the bag but was uncertain as to why, but Kates provided enough of a distraction for Old_Bag to react. Although the thug growled at Kates he could not stop himself from watching her form as she walked away.

Old_Bag swung the bag of groceries at the thugs head as she grabbed the box.

Son of a bitch the thug yelled as the bag hit beside his eye.

The commotion was attracting attention and Old_Bag quickly (as she was still spry for her age) ducked behind the nearest person who was approaching

Anthony, who'd seen the little exchange, had started to walk up when some random woman he'd never met ducked behind him. The thug came running at him with a gun drawn and he drew his.

"Can I help you?" asked Anthony, directed at the thug.

Old_Bag heard the man she ducked behind ask the thug if he needed help

That old witch stole something of mine it is in her bag. Grab her!

As she listen she rummaged through the bag, she found Kate's gun and the box. She put the box in her pocket and gripped the gun

Stop aside Sir Old_Bag said as she went to swing the bag again. Here's your bag. Take it. She let go mid swing and turned to run (well walk fast in her case)

Esham strolled down the sidewalk, cigarette inbetween his gritted teeth. He watched the ordeal from a decent distance while palming the handle of his Colt, stowed away in his pocket.

OOC: I meant it in a sarcastic way. Like, 'why are you chasing her?'

Anthony grabs the thug as he goes to run after her.

"No, we aren't finished here, son. What's your problem?"

ur old BAM! and the old lady hits the floor

Spyder watched as Anthony apprehend the thug that was after Old_Bag from an alley across the street.

"That thug clearly has no respect...I've seen that old woman before, must be from a crew...I think Scipita's....hmmm...maybe I should get in on this..." he thought to himself.

"Excuse me sir! Is there a problem?" Spyder called out.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his trench coat and wrapped his fingers around his switchblade, in the case of a conflict. He had a gun, but he wouldn't use it. Guns were for business.

The thugs eyes flick from side to side. This wasn't going to plan at all.. The old lady shouldn't have put up a fight like this, and now some young buck with an attitude is trying to get in his way. All three of his braincells whir in a frenzy, working out what to do. The come to the usual conclusion, brute force.

He growls and thumps Anhony in the chest, enough to send him sprawling, and uses the gun he was concealing to start shooting wildly. One clips Old_Bag's temple, and another lands squarely in Anthony's shoulder. All the others bounce and riccochet wildly.

As Toni is walkin past he hears a scream "Thats Old_Bag!!" He pulls out his two 45.s and runs into the building shouting "Everyone Down!!!!!"

He shoots a total of 24 bullets at the thug, the thug falls to the ground and a knife falls out of his pocket. Toni picks it up walks over to the thug and roars in his face "YOU DROPPED SOMETHING" satisfied with his entrance Toni gets up and walks out the door murmuring to himself "Mess with my family will ya, I'll show you you bastard" 

As Old_Bag lays on the ground after being shot, t'was only a flesh wound, she hears Toni come and shot the thug

Thank you Toni, it is good to have family.

She slowly picks herself up off the ground, and walks over to the thug throws the box at him.

You ruined my evening you bastard She yells at him as she kicks him

"The old gal's still got it, lets get you to the doctor" he said to old_bag.

Old_Bag grab Toni's arm as she is suddenly feeling a little weak

Thank you dear, I do think that is a good idea. Is it okay that I lean on you?

"Yeah its fine." But as they walk out the door two of the thugs assosiats runup to them Toni tells old_bag to go inside quickly.

Old_Bag goes inside and hides behind a table.

The two thugs inch closer to Toni one has a knife and the other has brass knuckles.

Toni stands there thinking what to do.