A Dance with Delaware: The Retaliatory Strike

The confusion in Delaware lasted a few weeks stories were forming, was Durden really dead? It took time for things to calm down, the whole delaware thing has the streets so fucked up every time we went to Serotonin we didn't know if we would be dead. The Dance With Delaware has cost us all, 2 million vig, the price paid for the murder of an innocent. But what can I say, Delaware didn't want our money or our apologies, they wanted our heads. Frank was the first one to go, I hear stories when they found him, his head was missing, others say his lips were missing. My old friend, and trusty bodyguard who saw me thru hell dead. The Durdens have been flaunting there 200 buttonmen crew for too long, some action needed to be taken, for Frank, and all those lost in that hell hole.

Tommy Asaro, walks down the streets of Stl constantly watching his back, keeping his eyes over his shoulders at all times. Hand on his gun he steps into an old bar he walks up meeting his old friends Diavolo and Singer inside, taking a seat at the table after shaking each of there hands respectively.

My friends, its been a while since I have seen the both of you. Only us know about this meeting, as you are aware the streets are all fucked up, we have Delaware to blame for this. We left Delaware in chaos, but rumors are spreading that they are using there fronts to smuggle in weapons, IE they are preparing for war. After our little Mishap before, I believe we owe our Godfather a service that's why were not going to war. Its up to us, the guys that started this mess to Finnish it, I say we go down there, Cripple there warehouses, kill a few soldiers and make damn sure they can't reach STL anymore, I would like to hear your thoughts.

Tommy leans back in his chair removing an honorary Cigar from the box putting it to his lips he lights it puffing on it slowly, the grey haze rising in the air.

Singer hits the eight ball in.

Well i guess i never will win at this game of pool. Tommy there is one thing that needs to be done, Kill durden right? Well him and his family are a whole lot stronger then just three men. So im going to recruit some of my boys from the Devils_Legends to come in and help us out.

Singer picks up the phone and begins talking to someone on the other line. After ten minutes singer gets off the phone and walks back over to the guys.

I have for sure a few men i will use. The more the merrier i think. Tommy tell me did you arrange any kind of strategy at all?

Thats one thing we can agree on..rack em up.

Tommy sets up the table again, slowly going over the thaughts in his mind letting out two small puffs of smoke, looking at the cueball with such consintration, he shoots sending the group of balls into every direction he stands up poud of his work before replying to his old friend.

Yeah we definatly could use more help with this one, well, based on what we picked up from Delaware last time I do have a few ideas. but you know better then I how things change rapidly. I mean look at last time right? Ill send the word out to friends I know aswell, remember only trusted people. Remember the russians?

Tommy laughs

Alacchi walks in and see's Singer

Boss you called me?

As Alacchi listens to what Singer and Tommy had planed, Antonio was lighting a cigarette.

I'm with you guys, count me in.

Singer welcomes Antonio Alacchi inside the bar. And hands him the pool stick.

You might be better at this then i am.

Singer walks back over to the bar and begins to drink his water then explains to Alacchi what is going on.

Antonio let me tell you what has happened. A while back I went with Tommy Asaro here to go knock off Tyler Durden. I waited in the car and Tommy shot his mother. Tragic i know. It was her time anyway. Now the problem is Tyler went and got his feathers all ruffled and wants to kill Tommy and Me and every walking breathing St. Louis mafioso out there. Its our job to put an end to him first.

Singer walks back over to the pool table and watches Antonio sink a ball in.

Listen brother i can understand if you dont want to do this. Last time we lost so many young men when we went down to delweare fire, bullets and death. The chances of any of us coming outta there alive are slim to none young brother. But if you do come out alive the reward will pay handsomely. So you sure you want in?

Tommy smiles, walking over he shakes Antonio's hand firmly.

I just want you to realize what your getting into. I admire your courage and your loyalty, And believe me its going to take you right to the end of this predicament. The first volunteer I like that I like it alot. Welcome my friend.. Welcome.

I'd do anything for my family and my city. Tommy, Singer, Trust me I AM IN.

Singer hugs Antonio and messes up his shot.

Oh sorry about that. I guess it dosent matter anyway. Ok so im waiting on a few more people to show up Tommy then you can take the reigns and begin telling us what and how we need to do everything.

Just then the door swings open. A shadowy figure stands at the door frame. Everyone grabs their guns ready to shoot.

Tommy holds his gun firmly the look on his face pure calmness, fixing his eyes on the figure he looks over at Singer breifly then back at the target shouting

I dentify yourself...Do it quickly!

As the figure walked in, Singer and tommy went for their gun, Alacchi went behind the bar to grab the Shot Gun, he pointed it near the door and...

He stood there with beads of sweat pouring down his face. He recognized SINGER from a recent job they had done but that was it. They looked ready to shoot. Hey don't shoot! Sylvestro's hands flew up. Look, I had to come to Saint Louis, that bitch MarlaSinger is after me. I got half of New Orleans trying to stop her. I just need a place to hole up. Sam looks around pleadingly.

Tommy looks at Sylvestro in an awe, so few times he has seen a New Orleans mobster venture to Saint Louis a consigliere especially, Tommy lowers his gun and proms Antonio to do so. Taking a step forward placing the gun back into his jacket.

Hmmm Marla you say?, well, our cities have had a long standing peace, im not about to change that. Welcome to STL. Ill offer you the services of this bar so you may hide out, after all I hate the Durdens...after..Frank..

Tommy pauses thinking of the loss of his closest friend....the emotion you can see deep into his eyes before he shakes it off.

Antismurf walks in on everyone speaking ideas of what to do with the Delaware family after recieving a phone call from SINGER to help with a crisis.

I agree that some form of stratagey should be made to take out this mad family of crazy shooters, Just a couple days ago I was beating on one of there capos in STL as Tyler driving down the streets spotted me, he gave me the most scary grin in my life and pulled out his gun and attempted to shoot me. With all the adrenaline rushing I got my ass out of there just in time to live.

Im sure most feel the same when I say I do not like to be shot at and get away with it, they deserve the same form of punishment like the rest of the citys.

AntiSmurf lights up a cigar and waits to hear others ideas and plans.

Alacchi puts the gun back in place. He then says to himself.

"hmmm I am already behind the counter might as well serve myself a drink."

So he did. While making himself a drink, Alacchi looked around, looking at the guys, probably the last people he will ever see.

Well it's all changed! Sam looks wild eye'd. Hell Tyler is a Godfather now, he made MarlaSinger a Don for cryin out loud. I tell you what strategy I need, a stiff drink and lots of people shooting those bastards! Sam looks at Tommy. How about a bourbon Mr. Asaro, can I get one?

Feel free the bars to the left Mr. Carollo help yourself.

Tommy looks over at AntiSmurf nodding in agreeance, pausing a moment thinking about the recent attacks and attempts on his fellow mafioso members. Finding the words he relays

As long as the top guys are in control they will continue to pursue and murder every last one of us, who knows how many have fallen victim to that madman. And if what im being told is correct were dealing with a Godfather on top of everything. I think our last encounter scared him, feeling he should be surrounded at all times elevated to the rank so few of us have ever even imagined attaining. And now with Marla becoming a Don on top of that, the chips are raised a little higher. I don't like to hear that Tyler is spreading his weight in our city, or any other city for that matter. I assure you, that when this is over we will be the grinning motherfuckers as we watch him die..

Sam goes behind the bar and pours himself a double on the rocks. Pulling out a cigarette he speaks before lighting it. My information is first hand. One minute Marlasinger is a Boss RHM, next thing you know she is sporting a Dons threads. He lights up. I know you guys never heard of me over here, but I can honestly tell you not much makes me nervous. He looks around at the unfamiliar faces. Right now, I'm real nervous. His hand shaking slightly Sam downs the drink.

Tommy looks over and grins a little. before laughing, walking over to the bar he reaches a bottle of scotch pouring the smooth liquid  into the bottom of the glass watching it lift up the cubes. Bringing the glass to his lips he downs it looking back at Sylvestro noticing the look in the mans eyes.

Yeah I know what you mean, its advancement in strength, a move out of desperation, I figure the death of his mom let him know it easily could have been him..I remember that night..it was perfect we were ready, one moment a dark figure pops out and then bang..your looking into the eyes of an old women as she embarks death...its...indescribable. But its business...its business..

Business. Sams mind begins to drift as the drink hits him. Business was good, and dangerous. He's learned a little something today. He looks over at the Saint Louis mobsters. Yeah, its all about business. Tell you what, let me help you out with this, we got mutual interests right? And you can call me Sam, after letting me duck in here sans bullet holes we just might be friends. He smiles.

Tommy looks at Sam is brow raises as his mind formulats the addition of the NO Consigliere to the operation, a stern serious face turns into a small grin as his head begins to nod within a few seconds he reaches out and grasps the mans hand firmly shaking it.

Your right, and your help is apreciated in this matter. Welcome Sam, Welcome