Alacchi heard gun shots, he ran outside and saw a crowd, he ran towards it and surrounded by people was Tyler Durden... dead. When Alacchi saw this he ran back to the bar.

He... he. (sounding tired) Tyler Durden is... dead, we WINAs he puts a big smile on his face.

Tony barges inside, quite pissed off, looking for a drink. He walks over to the counter to order one when he hears Antonio cheering about Tyler being dead. He almost can't believe what he is hearing. Without walking over, he just decides to yell across the room.

"You think he is dead? Where the hell did you hear that? Just on my way over here I had one of Tyler's thugs try to clip me. He missed and wounded one of my bodyguards before running off, that coward. Those little guys wouldn't have the balls to do anything if they weren't being ordered. Tyler ain't dead... he might be in hiding. I know what some of you did to his mother you know. That couldn't have settled well with him. But he wouldn't have gone down that easy."

Tony looks and sees his drink has arrived. He pounds it down and quickly orders another. "But after that attack, I'd like to help you guys."

Tommy laughs, walking over to embrace his oldest friend in a hug stepping back he shakes his hand firmly befor patting him on the back.

Them durdens they don't know when to stop do they, and I know with you on our side theres nothing that can stop us..brings me back to the old days, that little betting joint on the street corner you set up when we was kids. I know how you felt about the Durden situation but, ey it was an honest mistake right? Anyways im sure with this litle band we cna end that old fuck once and for all.

As Tommy approaches, he lets out a smile and gives his old friend a hug.

"It's been too long, you're looking well. Can't even mind my own business without one of them trying something anymore. But I'm looking forward to helping you get them back." He stops for a second to think back to when him and Tommy ran around as kids. "Ahhh that was a time of beauty, I tell ya. I sure do miss those days. Felt like nothin' could stop us. But before I get ahead of myself, who all is in this 'band'? It seems I showed up late."

Tommy shurgs pouring himself and everyone another round of drinks, finnishing off with his own putting it to his lips he takes a sip, reaching into hos pocket afterwards to share the melo smoothness with a nice cigarette.

Well, so far its only you,me Singer and Antonio, oh and Sam overthere he from New Orleans decided he would help us out in this conflict. There should be others that are willing to help us out, im just glad you made it man. like old fuckin times never forget em.

Singer looks around at the crew. Inside of everyones mind was the thrill of victory. What if they did win? What if they took out Tyler Durden once and for all. That would be the shots heared round the country.

Sylvestro you know Marco Kray? Thats a good friend of mine he is in luigis crew. I want to try and see if he would be willing to help us out. Get some of my boys from the crew in and uh Tommy why dont you see if anyone from TheSandmans crew would be willing.

Singer looks around at the crew. Inside of everyones mind was the thrill of victory. What if they did win? What if they took out Tyler Durden once and for all. That would be the shots heared round the country.

Sylvestro you know Marco Kray? Thats a good friend of mine he is in luigis crew. I want to try and see if he would be willing to help us out. Get some of my boys from the crew in and uh Tommy why dont you see if anyone from TheSandmans crew would be willing.

Sam nods and chuckles a bit. Sure, I seen Marco around the HQ. I can go find him and see if he wants in. Carollo pours another drink and swigs it all down. He nods at the assembled mobsters. Thanks for letting me hole up here gents. I'm going to get back home and talk to Marco, if he is in, we will be back soon. Sylvestro tips his hat to SINGER as he walks up. Thanks SINGER, you're good people and I won't forget your hospitality. As he leaves Sylvestro locks eyes with TonyPapalia, he nods slightly as he passes and walks back out to the mean streets.

Singer smiles and waves good bye to Sylvestro. Singer then goes to the backroom and grabs his guitar and begins to play a few songs. He waits for what is going to happen next.

Tommy stands against the bar cigarette in moyth the smokey haze emerging from his lips, Looking over at Singer, enjoying the melody of the music, looking back at Papalia as he takes anotheer sip of his drink, the onlything on his mind..what they were about to do.

Im tired of waiting around, send the word, anyone who wishes to take part in this operation must meet us in Delaware, progress has no time to waste. Lets do this!

Hours later the plane had landed on all the men left the airport. They went up to the hotel they were staying at. Sylvestro was supposed to meet the boys from St. Louis there. Singer looked out the window then smiled at the night sky.

Alright im going to go check out the area. Ill be back within an hour.

Singer heads out of the  hotel. As Tommy watches him leave he sees him walk straight into the bakery.

Tommy stands at the window of the hotel room looking down scotch in hand, watching the citizens of Delaware walk around. Bringing the cool edge of the glass to his lips he takes a sip his mind lost in thaughts. After taking another sip he takes a seat at the table pen and notepad ready as he goes over the figures. Stumbled on a part of it, he calls over Papalia.

Yo Tony. your better at math then I am, I need you to calculate this for me, I want to see our odds. After all you are a master gambler. Think you can work your magic?