Five cars stood parked across the street from the hospital as Marietta made her way into the hospital, Danny's quick green eyes counted five to a car, twenty five in all, and now that the Godmother was here... Things wouldn't end peacefully. Sighing softly, he opened the door of his car, got out, and went to the back, making sure to keep the cars within his line of sight. Popping the trunk, he took out two leather duffel bags, and a rifle case. Closing both door and trunk, he shot one last look back, counting again, twenty-five, two in the front carrying what looked like Chicago typewriters... Looking up at the setting sun, he shrugged. This is what he was for. Pushing open the door to the hospital, he calmly walked up to the receptions desk; the nurse busy with, what looked to be a stab victim. Scanning the rooms listing he quickly found what he was looking for. Lifting his bags, he walked up the stairs, fourth floor. Walking onto the maternity ward his eyes took in the chaos, nurses flying hither to, doctors scrambling here and there... He presumed it was not only for Kates, but for other birthings as well. Noticing the group of mafioso near a particular ER, he walked over to them, nodding to each in turn, before walking up to Sammy, dropping one of the duffel bags and handing him a note. It read...

Five black Sedans across the street, five to a car, twenty-five to thirty at least. Back two in the first car, armed, heavy. Likely enough they all are, and it seems they're getting ready to come in here. Either they do, or we go out there... My advice. Drop them before they hit the front door.

With that, he knelt, unzipping the bag, and leaving it open, inside rested four dismantled Thompson's each with it's own hundred round drum. Looking up at the Boss, he shrugged. Calmly he stood, moved to a seat, and took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and popped open the rifle case, inside rested a fully assembled Springfield 1903 blot action, twenty five round magazine, and an M80 sight. Slamming the magazine home, he chambered a round and rested it against the wall behind him. Checking both holstered Browning .45 Acp's at his side, he nodded, before looking up at Sammy, as if to say, What now?

<em> Having received a telegraph from his brother informing him of miss Kates going into labor as well as the unwanted company Doc quickly grabbed his black brief case and made his way to the hospital as quickly as he could. He got out of his car, case in hand, and made his way to the front door of the hospital. He did not rush as he noticed some 5 black cars parked with men inside them. He did not want to give them the impression that they had been made and have them come storming in any faster than they already intended. As soon as he was inside and out of sight of the cars he quickly bolted for the receptionist and was told where Kates was. He ran up to the room to see his younger brother already setting up a defensive stronghold. He sighed a breath of relief and patted him on the back.

<strong> Glad to see you're here already brother. </strong>

<em> Doc noticed him assembling his Springfield and remembered how much of a marksman he was with that weapon. Doc unlocked his briefcase and pulled out his Winchester Model 1897 in two parts, assembled it and began loading 12 gauge cartridges into the shotgun. He glanced down to his brother and spoke. </em>

<strong> I know you're going to want to find a nice high spot to hit those bastards before they can make it to the door. I'm all for that. </strong>

<em> He finished loading his shotgun and pumped it one good time slamming a cartridge into the chamber. </em>

<strong> I'll be staying here with this street howitzer making sure anyone that gets close to this room gets blown in two. </strong>

Mike made his way down the hall to Kates room .Standing next to Doc he said "Who the fuck are those guys outside?

Doc explained the situation.Mike quickly withdrew the tommy gun from his trench coat "I've been waiting to use this baby."

Sammy greeted the Osbornes and took the note from Danny, simply nodding to his associate with gratitude for his observations. Whatever the deal was with this kid it seemed like every heavy in the area had been preparing for it. It was hard to work out how Kathryne had pissed off someone so much that they wanted her and her baby dead. Maybe it was something to do withthe McEwan's, but as far as Sammy was aware, they were small time, and that had happened years ago.

"Today is a good day my friends, time to show Kathryne Rossi MacLeod what she means to us"

Sammy got the Osborne's to gather their things, then reached inside his jacket to feel the hard butt of his pistol. Thats all Gato ever carried, he felt it was accurate and just as deadly as a semi-automatic. He didn't intend of firing hundreds of rounds, he would fire six at a time, and drop a heavy with every shot. As they prepared to stake out the front of the hospital, Sammy Gato looked back at Marietta, she seemed slightly content now she was about to be reunited with her daughter. He nodded to the Godmother, Kates would be safe now with her.

"Looks like this baby is going to be born in style, guys"

Naomi could feel the pressure build behind her eyes.  Great, a migraine.  Maybe it was the sight of all the armed men, maybe it was the feeling that she and Kates had argued rather violently a few days before or maybe it was the recognition that was growing right along with the apprehension.  She knew the men in the cars parked outside of the hospital. 

<Strong>Danny grinned when he saw his brother, looking up as Sammy began to move, he held up a hand, writing down a quick note, before standing, and slinging his rifle over his shoulder, and hefting the second duffel bag.</strong>

Wait, there's two, likely more carrying Thompsons, head out now, and they'll rip you apart. Along with civilians. Let me deal with them, besides that, I think the leadership should stay close to Ms Kates, just in case any manage to slip through.

<strong> With that, he headed for the stairs. Heading to the roof in short order, he set the bag down, flipped open the sight covers, and took aim. Breathing slowing down, heart rate following, things began to settle into a good rhythm. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Pink Mist. He sighted the first goon, seated on the far side of the first car, -CRACK-... -click-click- A spent casing hits the ground about his feet, just as people start running. The four remaining in the first cab scramble, their friends face and brains matter splattered all over the back windshield. As two exit the car, two more loud reports are heard, two more shell casings hit the ground. Three down. Smiling, he watches a few, the next two cars having emptied as they realize they're taking fire, level their sub-machine guns in his direction, letting off rounds, all pinging off the side of the building, or coming a foot or so short of hitting him. -CRACK-..-click-click- -CRACK-...-click-click- Two more drop, and two more casings add to the ones around his shoes. Five dead. That leaves twenty.

Doc heard the shooting begin outside and and from the roof. He looked over to Sammy and smiled.

Stay here and look after Kates, we've got these guys. Should anyone slip by us we wanna make sure she's guarded.

He left and walked down the hallway, shotgun in hand, he stood next to the door with a sign that read "Stairs". He waited and sure enough two goons ran straight passed him. They were carrying Thompsons. Behind them now Doc yelled.

Hello boys!! Welcome to the fun!

Doc let off one blast ripping the first guys back open and knocking him several feet down the hallway. As the second shooter began to turn Doc quickly pumped the empty cartridge out and a new one into the chamber and fired it point blank into his head ripping it open with a violent boom. The body dropped where it had stood. Doc without hesitating moved to the stair case and looked down only to feel a bullet whiz passed his ear. He quickly jerked his head back and fired three load blasts down upon those trying to make their way up. He took his position by the door again and yelled out to Sammy.

Hope you're ready Sammy! Here they come!

PG still standong outside watching the casr which had gattered in front of the hospital. In a short time she sees a couple of fellows fall down. When she looks up she notices Danny on the rooftop shooting the one by one. 

Without any hasitation she quickly shoots one of the guys which came out of his car with a big shotgun in his hand aiming at the rooftops. It took her one shot in the head. PG ducks behind a car which is parked in front of her so they won't notice her.

Suddenly it all erupted. It was chaos. Gun fire sent paitents and doctors, nurses and civilians into hysterics. Everyone fled, looking for a place to hide as the men stormed the hospital. This was one hell of a brazen attack, there must be some severe reasoning for this move on Detroit. Sammy watched as the Osborne's split and took different routes. He heard the crack of fire from outside and readied his pistol.

The civilians in the halls scattered and for the first time, Sammy broke his cool, finally reacting to the situation. He grabbed the nearest doctor and pulled him close, the suddering man blinking as he came face to face with Sammy Gato.

"Listen closely. Men are coming here to kill a dear friend of mine and her child. I need you to get in there and make sure that baby is born to a happy, healthy mother who has her happy, healthy baby. Can you do that"

The man nodded with a sense of understanding as to the situation. Despite whatever business we were involved in, this man still would put the wellfare of the mother and child first. As Sammy let him go, he tumbled into the birthing room with Marietta and Kathryne, who were surrounded by nurses and doctors.

Gato listened as more shots were fired in the direction of Doc, who called out to him. The young man took off his jacket, placing it neatly on the back of a chair. He caught the glance of a young girl, sat terrified behind it. He offered her a smile, but it was obvious she was unsure if he was one of the good guys or bad guys. Sammy rolled up his sleeves and stretched, cracking his back. So long as he could get within a few feet of these guys they had no chance.

Checking his gun was loaded, he took a deep breath and walked slowley towards the corridor that lead to the stairwell.

In a blink of an eye she saw the other men coming out of the cars and collecting guns out of their trunks. PG knew what she had to do. She looked up and saw Danny getting ready for his next shot. A gunfire and a collapsing guy told her he had fired his gun and took another man down. PG grabbed another gun which she held in a holster around her ankle. She loaded both guns and looked threw the windows of the car where she was hiding. One of the guys noticed her. A sound of shattering glass followed. The bullet gazed by her head. 'That was a close call' she mumbled. Gathering herself she stood up and shot the guy which fired a bullet at her. Running towards the hospital entrance she fired a couple of more and wounded some of the men.

-CRACK- -click-click. Another dead, having picked off the wounded gun for-hire trailing PG. Turning to his bag, he knelt, slung the rifle across his back, and pulled free an MP-18, a 9mm sub-machine gun. Slamming home the thirty-two round mag, he looked around for the quickest way down, smiling as he spotted a fire escape ladder, he trotted over, frowning as he noticed four goons enter through the side entrance. All the while the din of fire fights, screaming women, children, dead and dying... He shook it off, and started down the rungs, keeping his eyes out for anymore, coming back to the fourth floor, he opted against going in through there, and instead kept on to the ground floor, planing on coming up behind the four and pinning them between him and whomever was in the stairwell. Slowly, he opened the door, the sound of  shotgun rounds reaching his ears, that was Doc, for sure. So, at least two where dead, leading with his weapon, he peeked around a pillar, and smiled, one had straggled, a squeeze, four rounds slammed into the mans back, dropping him to never rise again. Peeking up the stairway he waved up at his brother and backed out of the building, heading once more for the streets.

Doc noticed Sammy come into sight making his way towards him. He took another peak through the door down the stairwell just as four rounds burst through the window ringing down the stairs surely hitting someone making his way closer to the floor that Kates was giving birth on. He looked up to see it was his brother firing down. He nodded at him and his brother continued moving downward towards the ground. He waved Sammy over to him and whispered to him.

"My brother will no doubt be hitting the ground firing in just a moment and from the sounds of the gunfire there seems to be someone already on the ground putting up a fight. If that's the case we need to wait here and hold this doorway. It's the only means of access to Kates room. Once we hear my brother start shooting on the ground we'll give them a few minutes to take out anyone near the door. Once there are no more enemies coming in the building we will slowly and effectively move down the stairway taking out anyone left inside the building."

He looks and sees that Sammy is holding a pistol and shrugs.

I'll lead with my shotgun spraying anyone on the stairway while you shoot over my shoulder taking out anyone in the lower doorways. Make sure to clear the floors as we go lower and I'll hold the stairway until you've done so. We don't want anyone sneaking passed us as we descend.

He shudders at the thought of Sammy shooting over his shoulder.

My only request. Don't shoot my ear off please.

He grinned as he waited to hear his brother open fire.

Pressing his back against the brick wall of the hospital, Danny's deep green eyes scanned the now relatively empty hospital front, as well as across the streets. He smiled, the civilians had the sense to get out of the line of fire, for once. The streets and sidewalks cleared for fifty meters up and down the street. The very front of the hospital barren except for cars, and PG ducking behind one, two pistols held in her hand. His practiced eye followed the movements across the street, four goons still hunkered down behind their cars, two with Thompsons , the other pair a revolver a piece. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the cold wood stock of the Thompson against his shoulder, and stepped out, sighting down the iron sights and unloading as he walked forward, round after round ripping into the  cars across the street. A few rounds ripped past him, one actually grazing his neck, causing him to flinch, but never breaking stride as he moved towards PG, supporting her flank. Once knelt beside her, he set his Springfield against the side of the car, checking his two Browning .45's as he peeked up over the hood of the Sedan they used as cover, two rounds pinging into the hood, causing him to duck down again, a wild grin on his face as his shoulders shook in silent laughter.

Kates had heard the sounds of the gunfight ringing for what seemed like hours. Or perhaps it was just in her head. But her task- what she'd been waiting for months... was over. The sweat stuck her hair to her brow, but her face glowed as she reached out to either side of the bed and took the hands of her mother and sister. She was lucky to have them, but the absence of Judge_Holden had left her reduced to tears more than once during the ordeal. Regardless, it was over now, with her lost love buried like so many other things behind the ivory of her face and the emerald of her eyes.

Those eyes turned and shone as the nurse brought her baby back to her. Jack MacLeod... what would he be? What sort of person? Would he get involved in the business like she had? But as she held him to her chest and looked up at her mother and sister's smiles, it didn't matter. One hour. She'd give herself one more hour. Then she had business to attend to.

As gunfire echoed up and down the stairwell, Sammy snarled, stepping with purpose towards the end of the hall. His hands were unclenched, he still had an air of calm about him, but was very close to loosing it. He saw Doc through the doors window pane firing shots off, and bellowed down the corridor at him, doubtful he would hear.

"Hold your fucking fire, we're in a god damn hospital!!"

This fight was near enough over, there was no need to be commandoing about anymore. The Godmother was here, quite soon an army of bodyguards and private detectives would come down on this place like a ton of bricks. Things would soo be cleaned up and with the guys outside putting up a fight, things would be wrapped up pretty soon.

A worrying noise suddenly caught Gato's ears. The elevator cage. A short distance back down the corridor, several men started to bustle out of the lift, though Sammy couldn't see any weapons, he was pretty sure they were armed. There was no tiime for questions, he broke into a sprint, hurtling himself towards the assasins and calling out as he went. This should keep them distracted from Kates.

"Come on then you bastards!!"

He hit them at full pace, quite confident at least one was on the floor trying to stop his innards from bursting out his own mouth. Sammy crawled out of the mess of limbs and confused mobsters, putting himself between them and the birthing room. As they managed back to their feet, Gato wasted no time and soon tore the skin off his own knuckle as he left one man with a bloodied mouth and shattered teeth. Another found himself with the mans hand firmly gripping the back of his hair, and his face was repeatedly broken against a glass pane.

As the last two reached for their firearms, Sammy knew it was all or nothing now, though it wasn't looking good.

Doc Fired a few more rounds finishing off those still coming up the stairs he heard Sammy yell something at him. He turned to see him in a brawl with a group that had come up in an elevator. Doc quickly dropped his shotgun on the ground. It was emptied anyways. He quickly upholstered his Colt 1911 and fired two rounds without hesitating dropping a man to Sammy's right whom almost had his weapon out and aimed at Sammy. Doc saw another on the verge of pulling out a weapon and fired on round that struck the man square in between the eyes. He ran over as the other three were still on the ground either beat to submission or lost in confusion. He pointed his Colt at the three men and helped Sammy up.

If you boys know what's good for you, you wont move a fucking muscle. Now slowly get up against the wall and put your hands above your head.

The shooting had come to an end outside and Doc was certain his brother had come out on top. This must have been their final charge towards completing their mission. Doc had them secured and unarmed up against the wall. He did not kill these men. They would be the only resource towards finding out who was behind this attack. Doc holstered his weapon and found some rope as Sammy watched them. Doc tied them up and put them in a storage closet to be questioned later. He walked back into Kates room with Sammy and saw the newborn baby in Kates arms with her family around her. The seriousness faded from Doc's eyes and he smiled happy to see both his boss and her new son were both safe and sound after all of the events. He took a step forward to kneel by the bed.

Congratulations ma'am. I can tell that this boy's going to be a real somebody when he grows up and not to mention a real lady killer. You've got yourself a handsome boy there ma'am.

He glanced over his shoulder and than back to his boss.

You'll be happy to know that everything is peaceful now on the outside and we seem to have suffered zero casualties. I was also able to capture three of the attackers and have them secured. We can deal with them at a later time after you've recovered ma'am. Once again, Congratulations ma'am.

Pushing open the front hospital doors, Danny walked slowly into the hospital, Springfield slung over one shoulder, an empty Browning, and his two sub-machine guns, spent as well. All assailants he had encountered in the streets were either dead, or dying. Wiping his brow with the back of a sweat slick hand, he noticed for the first time the bullet wound in is right side, setting down the bag he felt around ab it.... A through and through, nothing vital seemed to have been hit, though he was bleeding profusely. Deciding to take care of that later, he hefted the back again, causing another wash of warm blood to run its way down his side, staining his white shirt red. Frowning, the wound in his neck stinging a little, again shrugging off his wounds, he made his way upstairs, back to the fourth floor, to see how his brother, boss and the rest of the Family were doing.

Taking the stairs he noted the four dead goons, expertly downed by his brothers close quarters skill, this thought brought a silent chuckle to him, again a door was pushed open, finding himself this time on the four floor, a pool of blood near the elevator, and a few doctors and nurses milling around. A few glanced at him, and his armed, beat-to-shit looking self. -Well, at least they're not screaming anymore... Was really starting to get a headache.- He thought, shaking his head and making his way towards Kates' room. Through the crack in the door he spied Sammy, Kate, holding her son, whom he presumed to the be the Godmother, Marietta, as well as a few nurses, doctors and his brother. Entering silently, he stood at the back of the room, leaning against a wall, deciding to give them all a moment, before giving them an update on the situation.

Quite sure he broke his hand, and sporting a deep gash on his thigh, Sammy stood with Doc completely oblivious to the pain. Jake MacLeod had the whole attention of the room, and the young Gato had never experienced nor witnessed a moment more perfect than this. Time was not on their side though, and approaching the bed, he put a hand on Docs shoulder

"Miss MacLeod, he is beautiful. Unfortunatly we cannot spend much time with you though. Thanks to this little intrusion on you special day, it'll be best for us to make it back to the HQ and leave you to rest."

Taking out a smoke and standing back with Doc, he smiled

"We'll see you soon. I'll round up the guys and leave little trace of our being here. There will be a few men round shortly who were not involved to look after you"

Cernobog silently Rushes in, he Realized What is now happening, he said to Sammy "i hope this news is good or i'll-" he is Cut off by the Emotion, he sees the Child, he Takes off his Fedora and silently apologieses to the Lord, and says "apologies, Sammy said there was Good news and i was in the Middle of a Drug deal" he Nods and Returns to the wall.

Mostly recovered, Kates tugs her hat onto her head as she prepares to exit the hospital with the Osbornes. Jack had already been safely smuggled out to spend some quality time with his grandmother. As Doc led her down the steps and into the backseat Kate locked eyes with Danny in the rearview mirror.

"Those three in the trunk?" asked the Don, with the hint of a malevolent grin.

As Danny nodded slowly, Kates tapped her fingers on the glass. Someone had come after her and her child. And someone was going to pay for it in the very near future. The muffled sounds from the trunk were drowned out by the engine as the car moved away from the hospital and towards the ferry to Belle Isle.