(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUpBSvN1a50)

5:00 PM Armitage Ave, North Side Chicago

It's been a rough couple of days for TC he has been busy running errands around the city and looking for Fat Albert. Beat up this guy here, rough up that corner over there, Interrogating Fat Albert's crew and still no sign of Fat Albert.

He spots Anton_giovanni and the rest of the boys on the corner drinking and playing dice. It's been a long day and TC decides to join them

"Hey guys what's happenin?" TC said as he does his secret handshake with Anton

"Nothin much any word on Fat Albert?"

"Not a word he's gone quiet and his guys are no help. They would rather take a beating then spill the beans."

TC spots a car with darkened windows pull up into the building across the street. Fat Albert steps out

"Is that who I think it is?" TC says unsure of what he is seeing is real "Quick get ready time to hit Fat Albert where it hurts."

"7"

"5"

"5"

"7"

"Pay up Antonio_Giovanni"

Dope is chilling out shooting craps with A.G when he here's this and that about Fat Albert. Now Dope wasnt the type to say anything even if he knew anything. Just then Fat Alberts car pulls up and it looks like something is about to go down. But A.G owed Dope five thousand on account of the craps game so he had to stay there till he was paid. He figured he wanted to see what happened anyway, two birds he thought and smiled.

"Pay up Anton."

"Ah Schmuck! another 5k gone." Anton thought to himself. He has been having cold hands for the third day now, looks like he got to buck up on his bookkeeping operation. 

"Alright Dope I will pay you your damn money tomorrow."

"Hey guys what's happenin?" TC said as he does his secret handshake with Anton

"Nothin much any word on Fat Albert?"

"Not a word he's gone quiet and his guys are no help. They would rather take a beating then spill the beans."

"Seriously? have you upda-"

Anton is interrupted by TC

"Is that who I think it is? Quick get ready time to hit Fat Albert where it hurts."

Anton cannot believe his eyes too, Fucking Fat Albert, Anton and the boys took 5 days to flip the entire city all over, still nothing and now he is showing up right in front of them? The guts of this fucker have, fucking kudos to him for his bravery.

"Dope I need a favor from you, give Clover a call she might want to know this. While TC and I go sort or at least try to stall things over with that fat fuck over there." 

"And hey if things get out of hand, we absolutely don't mind another gun facing his direction."

As Anton finishes up with Dope, him and TC starts to head towards Fat Albert's direction. Weapons cocked and loaded, the usual just-in-case-shit-happens.

TC looks at Dope they could use another guy if something goes wrong and they don't know how many people are in that building. TC did not feel like dying today.

"Dope you can Tag along."

After Fat Albert enters the building All three men cross the street. The Building was five floors tall and made out of bricks there used to be a furniture store there but it went out of business years ago. TC peeks in through a window he sees Fat Albert walking up the stairs he couldn't get a good view of the room but he knew there were some people in there.

All three men look at each other nodding then TC kicks the door down.

BAM! The door goes flying and TC fires at the first two men he sees killing them both instantly. TC is no stranger to killing he's killed in the war, killed in prison, now he has killed in the streets.

"I think he went up those stairs. Anton you go first."

TC follows closely behind Anton

The Team makes their way slowly up the stairs checking each hallway, each door, on every floor. Each of the floors are empty and they found nothing they finally make their way up to the fifth floor. There is a door at the end of the hallway the team looks at each other and TC decides on the count of 3 they will enter the room.

"1"

"3"

TC kicks the door down

"Nobody has time for two."

In the corner of the room shaking and afraid was Fat Albert.

"Jackpot."

As TC and the guys spots Fat Albert at the far corner shivering. 

WHO-Whoo the fuck are you guys? Don't you know who am I? I AM FAT ALBERT. My guys will come for you! YOU FU-. As Fat Albert was about to open his mouth again. Anton took a shot at his right knee cap.  

As Fat Albert groan in pain. Anton kept his gun on his shoulder holster. 

Alright TC, you have the honors of finishing the job. I need a smoke, I will be right outside.  

Anton gives a nod to TC and proceed to walk out taking a Lucky Strike cigarette box.

As Anton closes the door behind him. He hears the sound of some rough beating and Fat Albert begging his life. 

STOP! I WILL GIVE YOU ALL THE MONEY IN MY SAFE. I HAVE ANOTHER WAREHOUSE FULL OF ALCOHOL. PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY. I HAVE NEW BORN KIDS.

Anton smile to himself. While he listens to the scream of a begging Fat Albert.

Its been a hell of a day and now they are gonna get paid, Clover is going to be very happy. 

"Who are you and why are you here?" TC said smacking Fat Albert around "Who are you working for?"

Fat Albert smiles and spits out blood

"They are stronger and more powerful than your little club here." Fat Albert says laughing

"A name I need a NAME!!!"

Fat Albert refuses to cooperate and keeps on laughing TC takes a deep breath then shoots Fat Albert in the Face.

"Fuck."

TC looks around the room for any leads to why Fat Albert was here and who he was working for TC looks around the desk and all he sees is a little piece of paper. Scribbled on it was a name, Robert Paulson.