Something was up, the Wolf Pack HQ was buzzing with anticipation as meeting after meeting took place in Paul_Vidi's office with the door closed. The same people meeting each time, Paul_Vidi, Morgan, Marty and Anna. Though Marty and Anna were not of the Philly families, they were both friends of Morgan and often did jobs with each other. Finally after one more long meeting, they stopped which caused even more gossip as it was obvious whatever was going to go down had been planned.

Friday night was a well known night for drinking and carousing in Detroit, plus Marietta and her crews had nothing to do with Detroit Bank of Michigan so no one felt she would care especially if she was given the usual one quarter tax from the haul. Hopping a plane to Detroit, the four conspirators had a few drinks and mentally geared themselves up for the job ahead as well as going over their own part in it one more time. This bank was known to be a tough one to rob, after all it was in the same town and the oldest Godmother and crews in this thing of ours yet had never been successfully robbed. But, the hope was that given its short open hours on a Saturday morning, there would be less security and fewer employees then during the week.

Landing in Detroit, the four went out for breakfast, and then picked up the limousine, that had been left for them by an associate of Morgan's, with a full gas tank and some extra equipment inside. Pulling into an empty alley, everyone geared up with extra weapons, ammunition and ropes for tying hands and feet together. Driving to the front of the bank, Paul left the engine running found a thug on the street and offered to pay him $100,000 dollars to keep any would be car thieves away from the car - his other choice was to die. The dirty ill kempt thug nodded eagerly and stood next to the limousine's driver side door.

Taking a minute and looking at each other, silently communicating "We can do this", Marty noticed a DeLorean drive by and turn the corner at the bank. Thinking nothing of it as the DeLorean was Detroit's families' favorite car, they walked into the bank, two at a time with a couple of minutes in between.

Upon entering, the last two went to the head teller behind the counter while the first, Paul and Morgan spread out in the front keeping an eye on the other tellers and the citizens. Marty pretended to have a hard time speaking so that the bank teller leaned over the counter in an attempt to hear him. When she did, he grabbed her throat and using a garrote quickly strangled her. Before letting her body fall backwards, he reached into her pockets and got her keys. Once he did, he looked at Paul and Morgan while Anna moved back to cover the citizens at the back of the bank. Letting her body drop, they knew would catch the other employees' attention and there would be no more stealth needed. As he did so, the other three pulled their weapons out from under their coats.

Before any of them could speak a word, the tellers started screaming and suddenly a loud noise was heard as the back door was crashed open. To the Philadelphia robbers' amazement, in walked Marietta the Godmother of Detroit herself, Grassboy, Rourke and an unknown female. All were carrying tommy-guns. "All right" Marietta snapped, "Obviously this is a robbery so all of you lay down in front of the tellers counter, any movement and you'll be shot instantly"

As the civilians and tellers scrambled to do her bidding, Marietta looked to the front of the bank and saw Paul. Eyes narrowed in anger at first, she hissed "What the hell are you doing here?" Then realizing a teller was all ready dead, she started laughing. "Good Lord Paul, I finally decide to take on this place and find you doing the same thing?" Paul nodded and his people all relaxed a bit. Once she stopped laughing, Marietta said "Well there is enough for all of us but I'd better get a cut from you, now let's get going people"

Marty and Anna started tying the civilians' and tellers' feet and hands together while Paul, Grassboy and Marietta headed towards the vaults. Morgan and Rourke began emptying the tellers' cash into bags while the woman from Marietta's people stood guard at the back door. As they continued their jobs, suddenly the restroom door next to the back door opened and the janitor came out, appraising the situation quickly, he used his mop handle to strike the gun out of the hand of Marietta's female associate, then knocked her cold before running out the door to get help.

The woman's gun slid across the floor and a yet to be tied citizen grabbed it, pointing it at Paul and squeezing the trigger. Her obviously shaky hands caused her aim to be poor and the bullet buried itself in the floor about two inches to the side of one of the female tellers' head. Morgan immediate got a shot off, killing the civilian with the gun. The civilian next to her then grabbed the gun and with a steady hand shot and killed Anna. Rourke fired then, wounding the civilian but the civilian got another shot off, this time killing Marty. Morgan immediately fired and killed him then jumping over the counter got to the gun before anyone else did.

Paul, Grassboy and Marietta came out of the vaults then, toting several heavy bags. Gathering up their bags, Morgan and Rourke separated. Walking towards the front door Paul said "Geez Godmother, do you ever do anything quietly?" Marietta just laughed as she, Grassboy and Rourke got their bags situated and dragged their unconscious friend out the back door with them. Just as they exited, Paul and Morgan were about to open the front door when from the back alley they heard "This is the police, throw down your weapons" Looking out the front quickly, they noted all was clear and ran for their limo, paying the thug and taking off with a squeal of tires. As they passed the back alley, they waved and smiled to Marietta, Grassboy and Rourke who were in handcuffs by this time.

Laughing intermittently with sober moments thinking of Marty and Anna, Paul and Morgan drove to the airport to catch a plane back to Philly.