"I am sure we can find something for you." she says to the girl before glaring at the display with the numbers. "Is this thing slower than normal?" she asked. When it finally reached the floor and the doors open Gracie quickly started walking to Alex's room. She brought her fist back and pounded on the door, "Wake up!" she yelled, "Alex, wake the hell up!" she kept pounding at the door. 

Alex jumped out of bed and quickly answered the door, standing in his boxers and with his gun in his hand. Noticing the number of people at the door his face changed from one of concern to one of confusion. "Gracie? Whats going on? What's wrong?"

She pushed past Alex and moved into the room. "We have a letter, from Anthony." she said. She turned around and put her hands on her hips, "Tonight, we have to do it tonight." and then in great detail she explained her plan. 

Alex listened closely as he quickly dressed. Pacing the room he went over all of the details in his head looking for any flaws; it would seem, however, that Gracie and Kathryn had planned everything out to perfection. 

"Excellent, I think LilyWhite and I should probably go get ourselves a coroners van and jump suits and post ourselves near the prison now, so we are close by when the call comes in. It's been a while since I hot wired a car, but I shouldn't have any issues."

Looking at Lily he asked, "It's going to look like Anthony is dead when you first see him - are you going to be able to hold yourself together? I know you are strong but I also know it will be difficult to see someone you care so much about looking dead; so no one would think less of you if you couldn't."

She frowned, "Maybe Shini should do it instead." she suggested, "Most women don't like being around dead bodies." she told them. "Maybe Lily can be in the back? She gave give the antidote?" She suggested. "I'm sure Anthony would like it if hers was the first face she saw." she frowned again, thinking about how much she wanted to be there for AnthonyBlack but knowing she couldn't. 

Alex greeted Shini and explained the plan to him and what his part in it would be. 

"I will leave the final decision as to were she wants to be to LilyWhite - I have faith in her regardless which role she wants to play. If she does want to be inside then all three of us can go in just as easily. If she would prefer to stay in the van, however, I agree Anthony would love her face to be the first he saw I am sure. Either way, we should start heading out to get prepared." Looking at Shini and Lily he said, "Ready to go?"

Lily nods in agreement.

"I can do this, don't worry. Is it a shot, Miss Gracie? Do I need to give him a shot? Shini might be better to go in with because I'm not so sure I can help carry or lift right now but I can do a shot if you tell me how," she finishes.

Gracie nodded and quickly showed Lily how to use the shot and then Alex, Shini, and LilyWhite quickly left the hotel. About 20 minutes later they were at the coroners office. 

While Lily went inside and distracted the workers there Shini sneaked into the back and took a number of uniforms and Alex jimmied his way into a van and then hot wired it. Within 10 minutes they had the van and uniforms and were on their way to the prison.

The image of himself stared back at him from the mirror. 16 years old. Though his psyche would tell more mature tales and his body showed signs of stress. His face frayed and tired and his eyes riddled with tension. The effects of the poison were still having an impact, so there was little lasting damage. 

His last memory was hitting the cell floor, only recently waking up, alone. He now stood in the room generously provided by Mr. Dillinger and inspected himself. How far he had come and the actions carried out. And now he was dead. Technically. 

He dressed in a suit which was waiting for him, his only thoughts were to see his family and get out of Detroit. 

The image of himself stared back at him from the mirror. Anthony shook his head and dismissed the memory, it had been completely different circumstances when he was last in this room. Mr Dillinger had generously donated his best room to Black on his last visit, a favor he never had the opportunity to repay. Now, the room served as their nap-pad for a few hours. 

Moving across to the window, Anthony looked out over Detroit and was soon trying to formulate his next play. The weekend away with LilyWhite should be interesting, especially since it wasn't a standard weekend away.

He turned towards the bed and stripped off his tie and shirt. 

Lily watched as the shirt fell away, exposing Anthony's back. His upper torso served as a disturbing reminder of his childhood tortures; scars, burns, even the faded ink of crude tattoos. He'd filled out nicely with lean muscle from his fighting bouts, but the flesh didn't lie.

When he finished undressing, she patted the turned-down sheets next to where she lay, and once he did, she wrapped herself around him and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

A sudden awakening is met with a cry out. Anthony yelps no particular words as he wakes in a sweat.. 

It is early evening in Detroit and the city is winding down, and up again. The nightlife begin crawling out of their caves and falls upon the city like a blanket of alcohol and debauchery. Over zealous drivers blare their horns at the pedestrians who dare to stagger out into the roads and police whistles chase felons through the streets.

Black wipes his brow and brings his breathing under control, after a few moments he has orientated himself again and the villains of his slumber are banished to his unconscious. 

Needing a place to lay low for a moment, Bachelor ran into the new hotel he had seen in Detroit; jumping into the establishment he quickly walked over to the front desk and slammed a couple hundred dollars on to the desk -- it was imperative that he receive a key and pronto, there was very little time to explain, but of course they needed a bit more information than just cash.

"I need a room. Any room. Now. File me under, B. Chlore"

Sliding another twenty dollar bill into the fold he stood there pacing back and forth for a moment while they retrieved him something, they seemed to understand his predicament and handed him all he needed to make his way into one of the rooms. Nodding towards them he smiled and ran up the steps and into his room.

He would have to hide out here for at least a week, everything had gone so wrong.

  Back in Detroit under false pretenses Frank was not a happy man.  He notices many things this day some was enough to drive any man mad filled with rage.  Taking a deep breath he regained his composure and started thinking how can he improve himself.  He started planning for the worst and hope for the best. 

Frank knows that at any moment life can be cut short and friends come and go.  Today a friendship will have to end and someone will be buried and the other will become a very powerful person.  Frank looked at the time and bought a new paper hopefully not his last.

She'd told them to look, and they did. The minute his plane touched down, Nikki caught a cab to where he'd booked a room. 

The concierge tried to blow her off, but a gun to his face quickly changed his mind. After she'd gotten the room number, she took the elevator to the correct floor, used the key so generously provided to her downstairs, and set out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. 

Inside, it was dark, but she could see the cherry of Frank's cigarette in the gloom. Sitting across from him, she places her Colt on the dresser beside her. 

"Frank?"

Frank sat there wondering was she sent to kill him.  He didn't answer he just sat there still hurting but unafraid.  He know at soon point his ticket would be punched.  Someone would either come for him or he would be sent for.  He leaned back in the bed and put out his cigarette.  Watching her sit across from him with gun pulled out laying next to her.  He never thought she would be the one but he did recall its always the person closes to you that gets you.

Are you here to send me on or to give me a message?    

Still in the dark he reaches over and turns on a light so her aim can be true.  

Do what must be done.  Frankie and Joey have been told that in my death they are not to seek revenge.  My other friends have been told the same.

"What? No! I asked after you because I found a Canadian connection. For whisky, Sweetheart. The gun was to intimidate the desk clerk downstairs. 

"What's happened? Are you in trouble??" She asks, coming to sit next to him on the bed. It sounded like shit had gone sideways and she was completely clueless.