He steps out of his apartment building off of East 66th near 3rd Ave. Heading towards his new Bugatti Type 57, he pauses for a moment and enjoy's it's cherry red shine. Glancing down the block as he once again began towards the Bugatti something catches his eye; a couple of Black Cadillacs' filled with smooth lookin' cats starring right at him. Hoping he hadn't tipped them off to the fact he spotted them, he focuses all of his attention on remaining calm and cool. Trying to decide if he's just being paranoid or if those men are here for him. As he gets in the Bugatti it becomes apparent that he wasn't being paranoid. Looking in his rear-view mirror he notes that both Cadillacs are empty. He quickly grab's for his Tommy gun; as he shifts his body to grab it a bullet comes through the window. Sticks1988 lies limp, two of the gunmen move out from behind a car on the same side of the street and start to causally approach the drivers side door. 

"Did you get him?", Asks one of the gunmen.

"I don't see him movin'... So yeah.", Replies the other.

"Well then open the door and roll him out, so we can confirm it."

"Fuck that, you open the door."

"You're the one wh-"

The Bugatti's door flies open, and he rolls out; laying down a spray of bullets, he hits both of the gunmen before they could even react.

"They missed!", Yells a voice from across the street.

It's closely followed by shower of bullets meant for him. As he slams himself against his own Bugatti for cover he cringes at the sound of the lead ripping into it. 

As the street falls silent, he yells, "You rat bastards, I'll have you're heads for wrecking my Bugatti!"

The street goes live with fire again, this time it's coming from behind the Bugatti, he sweeps around the shell of what once was his car. He crosses the street still firing blindly and dives behind the front of a Ford Touring and waits for the return fire. As they fired wildly he took a moment to assess the situation; he realized his barrel clip was almost out of rounds. A round comes through the right side of the windshield, shattering it. Glass spews across the hood of the Touring and hits him.

"Son of a bitch!", He mutters.

He begins to peak around the right front of the hood; a round nearly takes his nose off. He rolls towards the left side, racing low to the ground, he moves into the street. He lifts his tommygun to fire.

"you assholes shoot like sissies",

He yells as he unload the rest of his rounds into two more of the gunmen and the Barber's shop behind them. Still more rounds rained down; this time from behind his own car. He once again dives in front of the touring and moves around to the right side. He crawls towards the nearest dead gunman he could find and grabs his gun. It was a sawed-off Remington, two rounds still in it. He moves in closer to the body of his would  be killer and searches his pockets for extra shells. He begins to load the shotgun as he sweeps next to the cars along the block for cover; the sound of metal digging into blacktop, pavement, and metal close behind him. As he gets the last shell loaded and has it cocked he begins to sprint down the block towards Lexington Ave.

"I've gotta make it to the Pub, useless fucking bodyguards gettin' drunk,while I'm gettin' shot at!", Is the only thought racing through his mind. 

A near by Doorman trying to escape into the hotel was cut down mid-stride less the 20 feet from him. He lowers down and slows his pace as he moves around the front of a car. He spots a Ford Hearse derelict in the street. He waits for a break in the fire and sprints around the side to the drives door. When he opens the door he finds the driver in the seat and his head all over the windshield; he pulls the body out of the car and jumps in, shifting it into drive he begins to pull away. The remaining four gunmen begin to run out into the street after him, he slams on the breaks and throws it into reverse. He slams on a peddle again, but this time it's the gas. The gunmen split into pairs to each side of the street, desperately trying to reach the safety of a sidewalk. He veers towards the pair running for the Cadillacs, crushing one of them against another car. He steps out of the car and fires on the other pair, hitting one of them in the legs and the other in the back. The only gunman still standing was trying to unlock his car. he loads his shotgun as he walks towards him. He lifts his shotgun and cocks it.

"And boom goes the dynamite"

He begins to speak with a smile on his face as he heads off the final shooter. He looks around for a moment, taking in all that has transpired in the last three minutes and wonders:

"How the fuck did my bodyguards not hear that?".

He begins to rifle through one of the dead bodies and finds a set of keys, he darts off to the nearby Ford and notices the plates come from Delaware City, it all finally makes sense, it must be some old friends of mine, I should probably inform my family about these events...

He quickly grabs the keys and gets in the Cadillac, starts the engine and drives off towards the HQ...

<em>Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Ivanoch, and his two bodyguards, Dimitry and Igor, are in an extremely heated shootout with the same Delaware assasins that ringed off the shots a few moments earlier, then suddenly, a stray bullet strikes the left side of the Ford as it passes, the ford loses control and crashes into a light pole. Ivanoch yells for Dimitry to retrive the unconsious man in the car, and Dimitry yanked off the door, and dragged out the unconsious body, holding the gun of the man in his other man, then the Delaware assasins close in, Dimitry tosses the uncosious man (only 2-5 feet) and Igor catches it, but before Igor could move, a stray bullet struck him in the back of the head, and Ivanoch watches in horror as one of his best bodyguards topples to the ground, dead.</em> "Dammit." says Ivanoch, "I had a good warrenty on him too.." <em> Ivanoch turns to the body of the unconsious man,</em> "We need to get him to Acherov, he looks too beat up as it is.." <em> 3 and a half hours later, the unconsious man begins to wake, Dr.Acherov turns to the man and says </em> "You are a lucky man, that crash nearly killed you."