As the waitress goes to get the cleaning supplies for the vomit I become very frustrated. I grab Ganja by the collar and pull him in towards me and say quietly but furiously "Listen ganja I didn't think I would have to tell you this but apparently I do since your not taking this fucking situation seriously!. These Irishmen who are blackmailing me also got dirt on you to, you know why?... because the crime they claim they have proof on was the hit on the senator's daughter's boyfriend!. That means if they get to the cops its not just me going to prison!. So here's the deal, one of those pricks just went to the bathroom, I'm going in there. Straighten up or ill leave you here in Ohio!."

I walk into the bathroom as Scratchy stays at the table and sobers up, Ganja had a serious look on his face now knowing he could be in hot water to.

Soon as I walk into the bathroom I walk up behind the guy who was at the urinal and grab him by the back of his head and slam it off the wall. I then turn him around and begin talking to him my hand wrapped around his neck, meanwhile Ganja walked into the bathroom.

"You fucks have been tailing me for over 2 days now!, me and O'Reilly had a deal... we come to Ohio and deliver him the cash he wanted and he would hand the evidence over... but now I think I'm going to make an example instead!."

I begin beating the man viciously as Ganja joins in. 

As ganja finishes up the first guy the door swings open as another Irishmen comes barreling in. He tackles me to the ground and delivers two solid punches to the face, Ganja pulls him off of me and is about to stab the guy when I yell "WAIT, STOP...STOP!."

Ganja yells out "WHAT?".

"Don't fuck with that one!, he's the bosses brother!, take him out to the car... quietly ok?."

As Ganja nods I put the other guy in the stall and close the door. Walking out of the bathroom I apologize to the waitress for the trouble and hand her a 100 dollar bill. I grab Scratchy and take him outside hoping he had straightened up a little. Everyone was now in the car except for me, I walked over to the car that the Irishmen were in. The passenger rolls his window down as the leader sat in the drivers seat as he asks me "where's my brother?".

Smirking at him I reply "No worries I have him!, just follow us like you been doing and ill give him back to you after you hand over the so called evidence you have. No cops!."

I walk across the street and get in the car. I light a smoke and say to Scratchy "we got these assholes on the ropes now!, where did you say you had to be again?...I figured we could finish this when we get to your destination."

Sitting up on the car seat - as he comes back to reality, Scratchy relaxes fully as he looks towards Mr Ganja then pans towards KL as the car starts in ignition - as KL asks where he needs to be, the sun on the horizon starts to show up - as dawn approaches - Scratchy exclaims: "Send me back to t-the fuckin' motel, my gear is all there - we h-have a deadline in Philly, s-so get a fucking move on," Remembering the pain he was given at the start from Ganja, Scratchy places his hand on his torso looking outside the car window as he nearly falls asleep as the car starts to drift forward and does a U-turn towards the Motel again. 

Before passing out, Scratchy lets out, "W-we'll need to split up f-for a bit since my w-work is more important than y-yours - I a-aint got no time for this ball busting adventure; time is mo-money friends," Hearing a sigh and discomfort between the group - Scratchy still closes his eyes as time goes past.

With a hard hit on the breaks, Scratchy slowly opens his eyes back as all he hears is tyres scrap on the dirt path as he recognises the Motel. Scratchy, grudgingly getting out of the car as Ganja exclaims, "Wakey, wakey," Scratchy, with his arm around his chest, walks over towards the reception with Lawrence running up to him, taking his arm around his shoulder towards a nearby chair;

"What the fuck Scratchy, I woke up expecting to see you inside of a bin, not fucked up," Lawrence see's KL and Ganja enter as he attempts to pull his weapon, Scratchy in his weakened state grabs Lawrence's hand before he can reach it,

"Things were misunderstood, d-don't fuck with them, t-there sponsored," Still angry, Lawrence lowers his weapon and head towards the bar.

Scratchy turns towards KL and begins to speak, "I'm going to get fu-fucking rested, okay, sle-sleep - a massage with a ha-happy ending, hop-hopfully from an ohio maiden, dre-dressed in that Indian bone necklace sh-shit to make me all relaxed, by this aft-afternoon i'll be in Philly with my ship-shipment, you fuck heads will meet me," Scratchy gets out a piece of paper from his inside pocket with the address already written down near a port, "Here," slapping the paper into KL's hand. After the reunion went so well, Scratchy grabs his key out of his left pocket and walks upstairs towards his room, leaving KL and Ganja in the Reception area, deciding their next move.

As Scratchy leaves us in the reception area I look to Ganja, "I'm sick of driving its been a long night!, these Irish assholes are going to follow us so lead them to a quite place ok."

Ganja takes the keys ands we head out to my car and take off to our destination. The so called leader Pete O'Reilly and his associate were right on our ass.

"Ganja remember the brother is in the trunk!... so take it easy driving".

"Ha-ha that's hilarious, now lets finish this!."

I get out of the car and retrieve Pete's brother from the trunk, I pull my gun out and point it at Pete and his associate. I toss the brother to Ganja as I tell the associate to get on the ground. I aim the gun down at the associate and begin to speak to Pete.

"We had a deal!, but you wanted to push my buttons, now look... you fucked yourself. Should have kept things how they were but its to late now!."

I fire a shot through the associate's head. I then grab Pete, push him to the ground and hold him there. I look up at Ganja and give him a nod to proceed with our plan on the way over.

"Where's the evidence Pete?"

Before slamming his head into the dirt he replies lifelessly "There never was any evidence!, you fucks!".

As his head meets the dirt I let go of some pressure, at this point I was passed due to the huge waste of time and planning, it was all for nothing!.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!, ALL FOR NOTHING?..... all for noth-". In rage I fire a shot trough Pete's head followed by a few shots to the body. I look at Ganja, "can you fucking believe this?, this whole thing...a waste."

Ganja looks at me feeling just as passed as I was.

"Lets hide these assholes!, we need to go meet Scratchy."

While waiting around the hotel I get a call from KL to come pick him and MrGanja up in Ohio. I could hear it in his voice that this was something I shouldn't second guess. I run out to the car making sure I had my gear, because the tone of his voice just made me think that I should come prepared.

As I pull up I notice Ganja in a state where I'm surprised that he's even walking right.

"KL, What happened, get in and you can fill me in on the way back to Philly. Ugh but first, should we take him to a doctor?"

The boys begin to fill me in on what was going on and we had to meet scratchy at the port in Philly.

"It's a long story Lux, and its been a long night!. Thanks for picking us up, if I knew Ganja drove like shit I would have just got us back to Philly myself. We need to get him to a doctor then me and you need to meet Scratchy in Philly by the port."

As Lux drove I told her all about the Irish situation and that I didn't know much about Scratchy's situation but I would know more when we got there. I then nodded off to get some sleep while Lux continued to Philly.

As KL sleeps there in the seat next to me, and Ganja in the back letting out groans of pain. I quickly drive up to the doctors, a friend of many years. I nudge KL to get him in so we can meet scratchy at the port.

As KL gets Ganja all settled we then drive off to meet Scratchy. We pull up to the port seeing scratchy standing there in the shadows.

"Ok KL lets see what we have to deal with, I don't care what you have to say. Your problems are mine remember."

As we walk over to the shadows where scratchy was standing KL nods to him and speaks softly.

"What's the situation that we have to deal with?"

I listen in while looking around to make sure that we weren't followed.

In the shade of the sun from the building next to them - Scratchy emerges, with a double barrel shotgun - point it towards them both beginning to speak: "The situation is, I need c-compensation for what happened yesterday - you f-fucks think you can just beat a vouched member and play house?" Scratchy moves his hand towards the front of the gun - passing it towards KL, as KL takes the handle of the weapon before Scratchy speaks again, "You owe me, you owe me big-" Scratchy pauses again as he nods his head behind him as a case full of weaponry is laid out, from single bolt action rifles to semi-automatic pistols,

"How this is going to go down is, we're going to sort these Irish fucks, then I'm receiving all the assets - if you don't like that, kiss my ass and i'll be taking my first trip to your blackmailers and selling these weapons I'm offering," Scratchy, getting out a cigarette as he see's KL admiring the shotgun, grabs it off of him and makes it lean on the building next to him before lighting up with a match and speaking again, and looking towards Luxuria, "Who's the broad?" Casually taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Who's the broad?... She is one of the bosses here in Philly!, and secondly Mr. Scratchy your to late!, the 4 Irishmen are dead!, there back in Ohio in a hole. And getting blackmailed twice in one lifetime really posses me off!. So lets make one thing clear right now, you stumbled into us at our table... we never came looking for you!. So is it a problem you need help with? Or do you just want compensation for a problem I never started."

I look to Luxuria while lighting up a smoke, giving her a look to be calm. I then lock eyes with Scratchy waiting for a response. Before he does I say one last thing.

"Keep in mind Scratchy when it comes to numbers and running a business, and even intimidating the people you want off your back...I am a great ally to have. I assure you though being my enemy is not recommended!."

Watching Scratchy as he talks about betrayal, and tying up loose ends. looking surprised at him as he didn't know who I was.

KL looks at me to be calm, trying my hardest I look back at KL and as for a cigarette.

"KL, I must ask you something, is any of this going to be a problem later down the road."

Placing the smoke in my mouth, looking at KL for a light. looking towards him and raising an eyebrow.

I light Luxuria's cigarette keeping my eyes firmly locked on Scratchy. "I assure you Lux there will be no issues that arise from this."

I see Scratchy still thinking about what was said, I wasn't taking my eyes off him until I heard what he had to say.

Scratchy looking confused as the two start to berate him with the idea that they've won the war, starting to laugh with his cigarette smoke flying into his lungs causing him to start to choke, he tries to recover - with the wind now picking up and the sea becoming slightly more aggressive - he clicks his fingers towards the two workers inside of the building, pointing towards the weapons case as they carry it into the spacious building. In an office like part of the building with carpet and a desk, two chairs are put out as Scratchy moves over to the desk, still coughing from the way up,

"Take a seat, you wont believe what i'm about to say," Grabbing his bottle of gin, filling three glasses that are next to him as one of the workers grabs a glass and puts it on the desk towards KL and Luxuria, "Wait a minute, where the fuck is that other guy?" Scratchy inquisitively pauses as he carry's on with what he has to say, "While you mooks, well mook - was taking out those 'Blackmailers', I was riding down here and over heard one of my workers talk about you - they've already told the feds about your -Misdeed- if that's how you want to put it," Taking a sip of the gin, Scratchy carries on,

"They have the witness, and a guy who's trying fuck you to testify," Scratchy getting out three stacks of paper, searching through them while talking, "I-I think," Still searching, he starts to elongate his words as he flicks through, "It's this one, Aha!" Exclaiming to the both, he shows an un-printed article from the newspapers that he has guys in, with KL's name displayed four times in one paragraph, "There waitin' till the trial kid - so you've got until they catch your idiotic, 'leave witnesses alive' ass to clean this shit up - and i'm willing to help," 

Scratchy throws the article towards KL, and winks towards Luxuria as he lays back into his chair - starting to speak again, "This is going to be a war folks, a war that will benefit you, and the friendly greeting I gave to you out of respect of familiar faces, to getting my own face messed up requires compensation," Scratchy taking another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, putting it to his mouth, "I get all assets that are gained, mine - you can let me help you - help me," Scratchy pauses as he leans forward, "Or go to jail for life, your call kid."