Im tired of this place, honesly all of the fuck up today, its diriving me insane. Sero is probably going balistic, I need to get in touch with papalia. This whole situation is bad Singer, I could get whacked for this shit do you realize that? all I wanted was to make the boys back home proud. Thats it, and I fuck up royaly.

Tommy turns away from his brother, the pain, in his head growing, Tommy starts to get a little dizzy, his head throbbing. Tommy throws up, under the weight of this serious situation..

ugh..

Singer didnt know what to say. He was pretty much at a loss for words. Maybe Sero would understand maybe he wouldnt. Singer couldnt be sure but right now Singers main goal was to get all the St. Louis men back home. With one dead Singer felt like he failed as well. Moments later the rest of the men came down a ladder. They all began running down a dark hallway. Finally they came to what appeared to be a garage. Cars every where.

Ok Me and Tommy will take this one. You guys follow us from behind. Were going to get outta here every last one of us. Wanna drive Tommy, that is if your feeling up to it?

As Tommy nodded they both jumped in a black car. Tommy turned on the ignition and the peeled out of the garage.

Tommy drives thru the street Delaware, slowly pulling up to a red light h reaches into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette,he puts it to his lips lighting it, he takes a deep drag the smoke filling his lungs. Tommy calms down a bit rolling down his window letting the smoke cascade out. Tommy smirks as he notices a durden road block up again, with one swift push of the pedal, he smashes the car thru it speeding down the Delaware streets.

Were getting home brother I promise we will. I fucking promise

Tommy focuses on the road  nothing fazing his vision as he races down the Delaware streets.

Singer smiles and then looks through the review. Crez and Tony Styles blasting their guns off in a drive by manner. Singer looks back forward. It looked home free. Singer watches the boys behind and Everything seemed to be going well.

Clear skies from here on.

A while later they arrived at the airport. All of the St. Louis men. Singer paid for the tickets and they all got on the plane. No sight of Durden anywhere.

Later on the plane every man is sitting comfortably eagerly waiting to get home, crez waves singer over....."boss we need to talk" whispers crez, crez and singer head to the back...

"ok heres the deal, while we were driving I had a call, tylers been shot and his family are on the warpath hes spreading around that we shot him for no reason, they have every place of ours in louis staked out, I have some people there watching as I told them I was going to delaware...what do we do, we cant just roll home well be walking straight into a ambush...can sero do something?"

Suddenly large explosions started to the left, right, and behind them. The Russians gaining on their tail.

Tommy sits comfortably in his chair reclining it back he starts to laugh hearing Crez speak of an ambush. He sips his drink letting the cool liquid trickle down his throat clearing it before he starts to speak.

Sero won't let Durdens in the city, Stl. is a fucking fortress, they would be walking to there deaths, with Tyler out, Marla, is useless. It makes me wonder, we should have taken them out when we had the chance. How was Tyler hit? all I remember is shooting those fucking Russians. None of this makes sense. But all I know is that were safe when this plane lands.

Well these informants are some of my trusted aquaintences, they know not to turn on me.

All I know is that he was near the area and he was gunned down, no more info as of it, if theres any ill get a call...

Tommy furnishes his drink placing the glass on the tray he leans back more closing his eyes, thinking about today's events, he smirks. knowing that the murder of the white lady brought us brothers together, slowly trailing off into sleep he mumbles.

Whats wrong with that.

Having managed to escape the wrath of the Russian attack, Diavolo, Lefty and the Sandman managed to get to an old warehouse in the suburbs of Delaware.

 "Well boy's... We need to call Sero immediately! Or else our necks could be on the line!" Sandman quickly reminded Diavolo and Lefty as they were just about to relax in two comfy recliners placed in the corner of the room. "Alright m'man. Wouldn't you rather head back to St.L and tell him in person? At least we'll be home free..." As Lefty nods to Diavolo's opinion, Sandman has already tried the phone. "Damn! I knew we should have done this place up a bit... Phones dead..."

A screech comes from out side as Diavolo's Bodyguard pulls up in a rusty old Marmon V-16. Walking through the door, the guard sees Lefty aiming a American Smith & Wesson Model 27, while Diavolo was holding a good ol' British Webley-Fosbery Automatic Revolver, directly at him!

"Boss! it's me... I was at the Speakeasy when you gave be a buzz. So I came straight over and brought the car!" He said, quivering in his Weejuns.

Lowering their Guns, Diavolo walked up to the guard and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Well done m'man! Boss... Lefty... This is my one of my best men, Phil, he'll give us a lift to Philadelphia International so we can get a flight without been bothered by the Durdens..." The guard swiftly interupts, "sorry boss but the bartender said that Tyler got sot and their pinning the blme on you'z lot! You will most likely be able to take off from New Castle Airport." "Damn it! Ah well... that isn't that far away."

They all stride outside and step into the car.

"Nice car D..." "Ha... this rusty old thing! You can have it if you want Sandman... Hey Phil, keep the car-phone on... just in case Tommy and that lot made it out..."

Tommy wakes up, sipping his drink again he calls Diovolo's men waiting a few minutes as the phone rings, wondering what to say, he is greeted by a "yah who's  this?" Tommy smirks and responds.

Its Tommy, I got an important message for you, tell Diovolo, we have made it out of Delaware, were on a plane to stl and will be there shortly. Were going to see what Sero wants of this situation. sit tight for now and we will get back to you.

Tommy hangs up bringing his glass to his lips he finishes his cool drink, his mind thinking of what could happen, the Delaware situation has become the Sero situation. What will happen?

After hearing the news... Diavolo reclines into his seat....

"Ahhh... some good news has been salvaged from this diluted situation at last!  Although I fear for Tommy and Singer's life when Sero hears the news!"

The gang having already boarded the plane... Sandman, Diavolo and Lefty where half way to St.Louis by now and where considering the possibilities of today's outcome...

"You never know... He might be proud by our attempt!" "Don't be daft Lefty... Tommy shot Durden's Mother! Didn't you hear that?" Diavolo swiftly replies. "Yeah... He respects women greatly does Sero... I doubt he'll be happy about this little 'situation' we have gotten our selfs into!"

All of a sudden... A loud screeching noise comes from the planes intercom... then settles.

"Attention passengers, St.Louis is approximetly 57 miles away and we will be making our decent shortly so please pay attention for the seatbelt sign. Thank You!"

Tony walks into the room eyes glazed red looking at a bottle of Jack Daniels. His Thompson pointing at the floor in his left hand.

Ivan is dead, the russians should be heading home! The durden's are aware that were still here and I can't reach anybody on the horn!

Then Tony and Diavolo see a strange sight, russians turning on russians, and the survivors mudering the Durden's men.

Tony see's a shadowy figure, zig-zagging from left to right, carrying the same rifle that Ivan's men had, he fired, he then neared Tony.

Tommy steps off the plane breathing in the sweet sweet air of home, he smirks reaching into his jacket removing the last cigarette from the carton bringing it to his lips, lighting the end with a swift flick of his lighter basking in the first deep drag. Tommy brings the ette down, letting the smoke cascade out of his mouth and he looks up as the sun rises behind the buildings. Tommy smirks and turns to Singer.

We have two choices, word back from Diovolo there en route. We can either go to Sero's and face the fucking music, or we can wait for the guys to arive and go together, eh im not one to prolong the agony, I say we go, call the guys tell them were going to Sero's asap. Fuck this waiting shit, I say lets go.

Tommy takes another drag of his cig, the smoke easing out of his mouth as he looks up at the sky in thought.

Finally arriving back at St.Louis, Diavolo; Sandman and Lefty noticed a suited man approach them swiftly. As they pulled back their jackets revealing their guns, the man raised his hand, palm out-streached as if saying to put them away.

"Don't worry boys, I'm one of Tommy's guys. They didn't want to stir up things by waiting so they went on ahead."

After concealing their weapons once more, the team decided to move on ahead as fast as possible as well.

"You got a Car? We need to get to Sero's fast!"

Tommy's man points at what looked like a Bugatti Type 57 but it was modified in looks and the body was extended for up to 4 passengers plus the driver.

"There's the 'Stinger'! Custom built by Sero's men and gifted to Tommy for something or other..."

In complete awe, the group just stands there staring at this brute of a car. After about a minute, Tommy's guy edged the gang into the car and they sped off, whizzing through traffic

Tommy pulls up to the front gates of Seros compound getting out upon orders, he and Singer walk up to the man watching the front gate, Tommy gives the man a smile extending his hand shaking his.

Your one of Papalias men huh? well he's a dear friend of mine, and were here to see Sero about a certain matter, its quite private and unfortunately we cannot divulge what it is, further more speaking ahead, another car full of some of our boys will be en route, when they arrive, id like you to have them rendezvous with me, that way we can see Sero together, as well give Papalia my regards.

Singer smiles as he follows the guard to the compound lounge, he takes a seat leaning over a bit, his stomach turning, Tommy looks over feeling the exact same...

Cars speeding past the 'Stinger' was an unbileavable sight. Then the car grinded to a halt! A large building shadowed above, it was Sero's Compound.

"Here we are boss, Godfather Serotonin's Family Compound. Let me get the door for you."

As the driver jumps out and proceeds to the car door, another man stoped him and opened it himself.

"Tommy said you were coming boys, right this way please."

The gang step out of the car and follow this man into the compounds cold, large, wooden doors and down the hallway until they reach a door with a neon cocktail sign above.

"Let's go boys!"

They swing open the doors and the entire lounge had a fixed gaze upon them. A faint voice at the far back shouts through the mass of crooks, soldiers, capo's and even a few Dons.

"Hey Boys! Over here!"  It was Tommy! They speed walk to their booth and take a seat. Immediently, Diavolo grips Tommy's hand firmly.

"Good to see you brother! It's been a hectic week and it's good to see a friendly face besides these two ugly mugs... sorry boss." He then smirks and winks a the Sandman.

Tommy laughs shaking his friends hand firmly, giving everyone else in the group a friendly nod.

Ahh TheSandman knows he looks like an old leather shoe, and believe me he's proud of it, he figures "At Least im not suede" Ill get us some drinks while we wait

Tommy stands up walking over grabbing a fine bottle of vintage scotch, he walks amongst everyone pouring each man of the group a glass. After he sets the bottle down and raises his glass in front of everybody.

My brothers, I offer this toast to all of us, "the ones who made it", and, a moment of silence for the brothers that fell upon our escape, may there sacrifices never be forgotten. Salute1