RING.... RING.... RING...

Anthony picks up the phone and answers. "Hello,  This is Zerilli's office."  The other end of the line is silent and Anthony gets frustrated. "Listen here punk,  I am not here to play your sick games.  I am a very busy man, and if you have anything to say.  Say it or I'll end this call now."

A hushed voice is heard over the other side. 'Durden is coming, and he's coming with help."   The hushed voice says as the line goes silent yet again.

"Durden, with help? Who the hell are you and what do you want?"  Anthony asks.  "Tyler Durden is coming, and he comes with help.  He wants to rid you all from the face of the earth and take over your rachets."   The hush voice says.  "He's coming with G Men help, and once done.  Take over."

"Tyler has no power to do that.  You are crazy man.  Get outta here with your mess."  Anthony chimes in.  "Yeah?  Think I am crazy?  Then sit back and watch as he wipes out you and those around you.  I contacted you Mister lets just say we have mutual benefits to have Durden wacked..."

Anthony shrugs and says "If this is true and you are telling on your boss.  It makes you as a snitch.."  The Hushed voice pipes in. "Yes, but then again I get benefit of a fresh start.  You dont know me, and thats all I care about a fresh start.  Wait..  NO I didn't meat to..."  There is a scuffle, and the sound of two gun shots heard.   The Line goes dead...

"Hello?  Hello?  Answer me god damn it..."  Anthony slams the receiver down and shrugs.  Then off in the distance off on the streets the sound of multiple gun shots heard, and Anthony picks up the phone as it rings...

"They are here....  Run or Fight!"

Artus or Arsus as some had come to call him, was sitting in the coffee shops earning some extra currency for the Christmas period, yet he was too slow and couldn't seem to beat the likes of AlexanderHamilton who seemed to be running away with all the prizes. That bastard. Whist in the middle of his business, one of his many skivvys comes running in whilst everyone is shouting hairy nipples, the look on the poor boys face was priceless as he had no idea what he was walking into.

Pushing his way through the fifteen plus people in the way, he hands Artus a small note that TylerDurden has arrived with his bitches to ruin the Christmas period in this thing of ours. Currency or killing folk? Currency or killing folk? Killing folk all day long. He grabs his small earnings and makes his way out and onto the streets to shoot some dick.

Artus pushes open the main door and heads outside, as the door closes behind he manages to catch someone standing to his right. He didn't know who he was, but as his head started to raise he could see he was affiliated with TylerDurden and without thinking, he let his gun do the talking. A bullet straight between the eyes, he watches the body slump to the floor and has time to take what belongings he has on him before being seen by someone else.

Artus opens his wallet sticking out his back pocket. "Hmmm. Adam." Taking the cash out the wallet and sticking it in his own, he stands up, kicks the body and walks off waiting for the next mofo to stand in his way.

Axel watched from his hotel window at the MGM Grand in Vegas as a scuffle broke out. A fuck ton of G-Men were pulling up in cars to aid the Durden gang as they beat the living shit out of a poor old lady in the street.

She had a bottle of moonshine in a paper bag and was sipping it as she pushed her groceries in her little cart. She was on the way home to make her dying husband his favourite meal, maybe his last, but now? He may just die a hungry man with an appetite. No way for any man to go, goddamit!

But they cared not, hell bent on taking over and any sign of sodomy was being punished with little remorse. She screamed as she was beaten with leather belts. The large group of men began dispersing as shots were fired from somewhere in the vicinity. They scattered like rodents. Some pushed through the main doors of the hotel.

As the G-men began running a muck in the hotel lobby, Axel moved away from the window. He casually dipped down onto his knees in front of his daily serviced and freshly made bed, such was the luxury here in Vegas. He said a little prayer as he slid his hands under the mattress. His prayer was that he have enough bullets and time to kill as many of these cockroaches as possible, his answer a Thompson sub-machine gun which he removed swiftly before standing and making his way to the hotel door.

Axel gave 'Betty' a kiss on the magazine before opening the door and making his way out. Time to fuck shit up.