A Dance With Delaware

 In a few short seconds, anything can happen, you would be amazed to find out what can unfold. One minute, you’re walking out of your room, to get a glass of water, maybe a small bag of chips, if you’re a snacker and into that. All is quiet nothing to worry about, just another calm cool night in Delaware. BANG BANG the shadowy figure swiftly drops to the floor. The woman in white was now covered in red. What were we going to do. Bullets would soon come down on us like rain.

It all started 4 weeks ago....

 Tommy Asaro stands in the hallway a smoking gun in his hand, the moonlight gently shining on the right side of his face, a smirk beginning to form. He walks over to claim his prize as he steps over the body he looks puzzled thinking to himself. “Since when did Durden wear a dress? Well, everybody does there own thing I guess” Tommy turns Tyler over, his eyes grow wide, as he stairs into the face of an old woman.. “What the fuck? This isn’t Tyler… Don’t tell me I got the wrong house again” Tommy’s thoughts broken by the voice of his trusted Bodyguard Frank “nah.. this is the Durden residence, common lets get out of here, the bastard ain’t here” Tommy makes his way out of the dark Delaware château walking slowly, meeting Singer out in the rain.

Singer stares at the house and waits for Tommy. When Tommy comes out He seems a bit shooken. After Tommy tells him that it was Durdens mother Singer grows quiet. As both of the men get in the car they begin to drive down to The Airport which was a drive.

Well brother theres two outcomes to this. Either we die here in Deleware or We get back to St. Louis.

Moments later as they came to a red light two men who were running infront of the car started screaming and spraying bullets at the men. Singer sheileded himself with the driver while Tommy got behind the seat. When the time came for them to reload Singer and Tommy jumped out of the car and began running to the back alley. The Men started yelling out where Singer and Tommy where going and a mob of people seemed to come after the Two St. Louis men.

Tommy continues to run down the alley his mind already forming a plot, he reaches into his pocket and removes his colt still continuing along his current pace, he smirks and looks over at Singer at the same time, dodging dormant trashcans that scatter about on the old beaten up ally.

I don't know what were going to do, theres to many of these fucks, shit, how fast they got that mob together, I got an Idea tho its only going to work for a short time but it should slow those fucks down, I don't want to get ripped apart of those animals. UGH Durdens mother out of all the luck in the world I had to whack the old lady.

Tommy inhales deep the consequences of chain smoking growing more visible as he loses his breath coughing he turns shooting one bullet into the front of the gaining mob, dropping one, and tripping a few others. He takes a deep breath before continuing down the alley the light from the street becoming more visible they are near the end.

While Singer and Tommy ran down the alleyway they came to a halt. Singer and Tommy then ran into a white door to there right. As they kicked open the cheap door Tommy pointed his gun around just in case. It was a restaraunt. They began walking out casually when They noticed Tyler Durden eating dinner with Marla Singer. Singer hated Marla because she had the same name. Thank Goodness there was no relation. Tyler Durden stared at the two men. He must not have been aware of what happened. Singer stared back at Tyler, And tommy held his gun.

THEY KILLED TYLER DURDENS MOM

voices rang out in the back room.

Tommy stands there in surprise, hearing the sounds of the mob behind him. Tyler stands up in anger, yet he had a look of disbelief on his face, Tommy raised his gun, with a savage grin, the sounds of the back door cracking behind him. Tommy lost in his smirk he gently squeezes the trigger hearing a loud click. He looks at his gun his face astonished as the mob breaks thru the back door. Tommy stands there, lost in time. Singer quickly grabs Tommy's arm, and runs him out the front door. "Come On Tommy lets get the fuck out of here" both men continue along the street, waiting by chance for a car to appear.

Meanwhile crez drivers round to where they were waiting, after a few meetings led him to this god forsaken area, he notices the gunfire and screeches to a halt and kicks the door open "come on get in, we got to leave now..."

Singer and tommy get in...noticing the arsenal, "crez what you been doing?" asks singer, "No time to explain boss, people needed a lesson in respect, now pick your poison and lets go we got tails, hang out and aim for their tyres, and for godsake make sure you lose them before we get to the bridge" replies crez.

Unaware of what lies ahead, there was more cars all parked, "fuck ambush", crez spins the car around and dives into a wide alley..."we need a plan and we need it now, you know the area better than me boss......."

Tommy reaches underneith the seat removing a bottle of whiskey, he smirks hearing Singer mention "Tommy this is no time for a drink!". Tommy removes his switch cutting a peice of fabric of the seat covers placing some of it inside the contents of the bottle placing the cap ontop, "Singer I need to borow your lighter" Tommy exclaims swapping it away he taps Crez

If you have any problems with this idea now tell me

Crez looks at tommy with a little smile and almost laughing, "pure evil...I love it, make sure you get as many of them fuckers as possible, dont be shy"....Crez slows a little just enough so tommy can get a clean shot..."oh and guys...take cover this is gonna be noisy and messy...

Tommy quickly opens the door lighting the Molotov watching the fire cascade up the rag, like raging water, he smirks throwing it out sending it hurtleing towards the cars behind. With a firey explosion the flames engulf the automobile, as it turns swiftly into one of its own predators both clashing into a small shop. Tommy closes the door and rests back into his seat lighting a cigarette calmly taking a long drag.

Where are you taking us Crez?

After thinking for a moment crez answers "Havent got a clue, I only came over here to put a cap in a few disrespectful chumps, never been here before, I guess theres always St Louis unless you guys want to kick out a little in fact I know a little place we can have a drink at, I saw it on the way up here, we wont get no trouble there...."

With all parties in agreement, they head over to the establishment, while driving crez asks "can someone move them beautys into the trunk once we get out, not going to look good if we run into anyone we shouldnt"

Several minutes later crez pulls up to the club, "We have a problem.....lights are off...cars parked.....this looks like a setup if I ever saw one...ok load up just in case..."

Crez holstels his duals, and gets out of the car, Some guy comes out from the alley, he whispers "best get over here quick unless you want a bloodbath......"

Tommy steps out of the car tossing Singer a Shotgun he clutches his Thomson close, he looks puzzled at the figure gesturing them to follow. He looks at crez and at Singer his mind carefully going over the situation he thinks to himself "Who is this guy? can we trust him?, What if he's a Durden?" Tommy shakes his head at his comrades before speaking.

I don't think we should go in, who knows who the fuck this guy is, jump in anytime you two, I mean ey I don't got the answers but I don't know...What if...we rush him, and see who the fuck he is you guys game?

Tommy smirks

"Or I could just....walk to him and shoot him in the kneecaps, were in unknown terrotory, he could be a cop for we know at least this way whoever it is aint gonna fuck us over", uneasy smiles on their faces suggested they didnt approve, "right I have an idea.....you two go round the side and check for others, Ill go and see this guy as it was my idea....."

Couple of minutes later.....shot is fired, "coast is clear guys....things didnt go to well, no ID on him....hes a fucking cop I tell you, I knew it seemed odd....that place was booming when I drove past earlier, now the question is how did the fucking cops know we would go there? do we have a mole? or was it the durdens?"

A car pulls up and a tall gentleman steps out on the driver's side. Tony calls out to Tommy.


Tommy it's me Tony Styles from St Louis you remember me, we did a few jobs back in the day.


Tony walks over towards the three men with his hands up slightly to show that he's un armed.

Shit! I see you got the f'n rat. I wanted him, he sold out on a few good men, men I knew and trusted that rat fink! I got the call from home that you might need a little help and since I just happen to still be here collecting some IOU's for the family I figured what the hell. I got a Chicago type writer with me and I need to practice with her. So tell me what it is that you need from me, I'm all in.

Tommy smiles and walks over to his fellow brother he extends his hand out shaking it before hugging the man whom he calls his friend. He smirks patting the man on the back, reaching into his pocket he removes four  cigarettes handing one out each to the boys from Stl. he lights them all respectively before speaking.

Tony, what brings you out here my friend, this is definatly a chance meeting by far, im sure you heared th word on the street. we hit the old lady, I know what your thinking but dude its a mistake I assure you. I had no intention of blowing away Durdens mother, it too late now. Were out in the open, know a good place we can lay low brother? 

Tommy takes a deep drag of his cig the air in front of him quickly becoming no more then a grey haze

Crez looks at tony.."had to be done...knew he was scum, before we go anywhere I have a lot of shit in the trunk that I need to stash somewhere safe, there for a job I was planning, but feel free to take what you need tony, I feel this isnt the last weve heard of this"

Tommy nods before taking another long deep drag, the smoke casading out of his mouth like thick air. Before long Tommy flicks his ette into a neerby dumpster, looking at Singer he begins to speak. " I don't know brother, do you think we should head back to stl?" Singer looks at Tommy, his mind deep in thaught to what they should do. Before Singer can speak Tony blurts out "I think we better get out of here" Tommy agrees, getting into one of the cars, Singer follows afterward.

Tony takes the guys to a rundown spot of town with very little traffic. The building looks like crap on the outside they were old office building. Some of the buildings inside were remodeled, one in particular each room on the second/top floor of the building had been remodeled completely different.

Don't worry fella's I had a contractor that owed my some money we worked on a payment plan. We can see who's coming in and who's leaving. The second floor belongs to us. The second floor has six rooms but this joint has a bathroom and a kitchen in each room. I have all the keys to each room the contractor owns the building and the city is trying to build this area up! This should be safe for us two ways to get on the highway.

Tony hands each man a key as he grabs his stuff from the car.

Crez mine if I get some extra rounds for my thompson, I like having two full drums and the chance to refill if needed?

Tommy walks into the building tossing his key up and catching it slowly repeating real calmly, he turns to the rest of the guys and smiles before speaking.

Look im going to get some sleep, this fucking mess has me rattled and I could use the extra z's think you guys can handle things without me for a while? One of you try and get Sero on the horn or something, tell him whats going on, if anything happens while im asleep the first thing you do is wake me got it?

Tommy watches his friends nod as he walks into one of the rooms shutting the door he takes off his coat tossing it onto a chair. Pouring himself a tall glass of scotch he sips on it placing his weapon on the night table he lays on the bed and closes his eyes. Within a few moments he was asleep, oddly enough dreaming of the murder of Mother Durden.

Crez nods to tony, "go ahead good idea, grab me some clips for my dual too, If im gonna get some shuteye I want my pieces loaded, after tonight im not taking any chances, Ill give my mate a call to be on standby incase we need some more muscle, should anything happen he has my back, rest assured"

Crez walks off with a shot of whiskey while making the call...

Singer walks to the window and stares out. He looks at Tommy who seems caught in a daze and then sees Crez talking on the phone. Singer quickly finds himself debating on what he would do if he was TylerDurden.

If i was Tyler Durden...If i was Tyler i would expect These guys to jump out of Deleware fast. Best way to do that is through the airport or by ship. Maybe even train actually. There isnt one way he would expect us to drive right outta here. So thats what we will  do.

As the men stare at Singer in confusion he makes himeslf clear.

We are going to take cop cars we will Drive right through flashes on and everything. I expect Tyler to have henchmen everywhere the airport the train station maybe even on the corners of the streets. So if we go in guns blazing one of us will surely die. If we go incognito well i think we have a great chance at getting out.

Singer looks out the window once more taking a sip of his water. Then continues.

We will need Cop attire and maybe three different Cop cars. Everyone will need their Guns Cocked and on hand incase something goes wrong.