The streets were a little quiet. People walking the sidewalks as the sun was going down. It was here on 66th Ave where a few were coming into the Deuces Wild Diner for some of the best burgers and fries and pie on this side of town. A typical hang out spot. not just any hangout spot but, THE spot. Usually people were hush hush about what goes on behind the scenes of this place and others who just didn't keep tabs on the streets, even knew there were certain ones in that Diner who not to cross. scanning through, there were a couple people at the counter, 2-3 booths were occupied but there was a table in the middle of the place, a man sitting there munching on his grilled cheese platter and drinking his beer, facing towards the window to watch any and everyone who comes through. With a serious look showing a hint of anticipation, the man stayed quiet while any and all who were around him paid him no mind. It was as if he was invisible, sitting back in his chair without a care in the world while in his mind, there was an upcoming war to which he didn't know the time or place it would occur. But in his gut....he knew it was coming.....

Kill or be killed....I was told that by a great man I knew back in the day. Growing up on the streets, one thing was for certain.... every choice you made....every action you take...meant another day of surviving between life or death. Well...at least that's what me and my family had to deal with on a daily basis. The Name's Donnie...no last name.....just Donnie, Don...or...Wolf. I run the Block 66 Gang. a group of fucks who backs down from no one, who are not afraid to put our money where our mouth is. Who would scour the earth for the fucker or fuckers who double crossed, harm, disrespect or straight kill someone in our family. But...also a group that shows more love deeper than any blood connected family. Everyone in my family is important and if I had to die to save them all...you fuckin right, I'll sacrifice myself in a heartbeat. Our typical day would simply be making money and building rep but it's not always that simple when you have rivals who tries to muscle in on your turf or when you own tribute but disagree with some business deals with your associates that have more resources and power. It's like they are your best ally and worst enemy at the same time. Either you work with them by cooperating with their jobs and deals they hand you, then gain the help you need if you need to heat and muscle to handle an overwhelming enemy or...you can defy them and wait for the day they destroy your whole world.

If it's not enough that I'm having to worry about my rival north of me, The Russian Mob, who we work with, was responsible for the killing of a few members of the Irish Mob because of a deal gone wrong. One thing I know about the Irish....they love to fight and when you start something, you better well know that they will try and finish it."

With the sounds of thumps and clacking, chains jingling, chuckling and mumbling while pipes, bricks, 2x4s, knives, bats, molotov cocktails, wrenches, anything you could think of to use in a melee fight, a group about 20-30 deep was heading down 66th ave towards the Deuces Wild Diner where at the moment Donnie was sitting there watching the outside until his phone went off. Looking down for a moment and answering, the words he heard was "DONNIE! STRAP UP WE GOT COMPANY!"

a brick flew right through the window of Deuces wild as there was a group of guys holding weapons talking smack, heckling and calling Donnie and the rest of Block 66 outside. the leader yell out: "Yo Wolf bring yo bitch ass crew out! Block 66 ain't shit to the WMP Boyz! (The West Memorial Posse- a group based off of West Memorial Blvd, that is part of the same territory that Block 66 and 2 other gangs share within Ivolgin's boundary.) Nobody...not even you or the bitch ass Russian mob can stand against us and our new connect!

With people running and getting out the way, Donnie stood up, quickly pulling out a glock, shooting the first man the ran towards the window trying to get in. "Big Zeke...get everybody...now!" as his enforcer was sitting near the back of the diner and went to contact everyone to get rid of this mess. If this is what was coming, there was a good chance the Irish mob sent this group to handle the 66 while the rest of the Irish mob is out and about heading toward Ivolgin's.

The Irish Mob leader's name is Brian Delaney, a hot tempered man who at times don't seem to have it all there in his head...almost like having a split personality. After his brother was killed, he immediately went into motion to plot the killing of the Ivolgin Mob, as 10 black vans were heading deep into their territory, going through town so to basically rush into Ivolgin's property and manor to kill off anyone who represented that mob. But....were they running into a trap as well?

(Ok Guys, the first post is finally up. I wanted to write more but I did this on my lunch break so it's cut short but Block 66, we have a fight already on our hands and Ivolgin group...you have one coming to you. You are free to move about. You can also make your own random NPCs that are part of the groups that are opposing you. if you beat up and kill a few soldiers and gunmen...that's fine but you can't take out an entire army alone. Again, I was rushing so I couldn't put in more detail but let's make due with what we have for now. Feel free to discuss what you were doing before the attacks started. Either way....let's have fun!)

Lyn was sat in her office, staring at her laptop screen. A cup of tea was sat next to her, half empty. She tapped a few words in, before massaging her forehead slightly. She picked up her cup of tea, taking a quick sip. It was cold. She paused as she put it down, hearing the tell tale sound of sirens.
"Interesting. I wonder if that's on 66th Avenue," She said, standing up and turning around to look out the window.

"How is Ivan?"
"Ivan is good, lol."
"What's so funny dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said 'lol'."
"Yes, 'lol', lots of love."
"Lmao, no, it means laughing out loud."
"oh."

Ivan pulled on Paul's leg, his wide little eyes going around the room. Paul smiled, picking up his grandson with a groan and sitting the little boy on his lap. Ivan pointed at Paul's phone, the other hand inside his mouth. Paul told him no, chuckling the whole time. Ivan was a smart little thing, quiet, not at all like the other babies Paul had met. The youngest puppy, Laika, trotted into the study and sat in front of Paul. Ivan reached for the little dog, nearly reaching her before Paul had to help him down, waddling after the puppy as she cantered into the kitchen. Paul smiled, leaning back into his favorite chair. Just as he closed his eyes to take a nap, his phone vibrated on the table. Paul grabbed it off the table, swiping it to the texting page.

"LOL, you did learn English like you said you did, right?" Paul rolled his eyes annoyed.
"Yes, but I haven't learned this new technology language." Every word had to be shortened, everyone was too lazy to just type the rest of the sentence, and worse, Paul had heard people doing it in SPEECH! Most of the time it wasn't even shorter than just saying the full word!

Paul heard a knock at his door, bringing his out of his phone for a second, as he stood to leave, he heard it vibrate again, but he'd only be a second, it was too high for Ivan to get to anyways. Paul answered the door as usual, looking through his peephole to see who it was. It was only his son-in-law Stanislav, as well dressed as his wedding day, Paul liked Stanislav, before marrying Alexandra, Stan had served as a valuable soldier and retainer, and now that they were family, Paul had someone he knew he could trust.

Paul moved to address Stanislav quickly. "Stan!" He said amicably, in a way Stanislav did not return, instead frowning at his goodfather. Stanislav spoke in Russian, which meant that something was important enough that no one else could hear it. "The Irish are gearing up for an assault on Donnie's guys, I have no doubts that we're next." Paul frowned, and a hole opened in the depths of his stomach. "Okay then, what do we do?" Stan played with his tie. "For now, you need to go into hiding, it's too dangerous-" "To hell with to dangerous! I'm calling Anton, work on something with him." Stan grimaced, but nodded silently. "Fine, but I'm taking Ivan with me, I'm not letting him get hurt." Paul nodded in understanding. "As I would with Alexandra." Paul held the door open for his son-in-law, following in behind him to grab his phone. The two climbed into Stan's car, and Paul called Anton, waiting for the dial-tone to go away and for his retainer's voice to answer him.

*Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!

Immediately, the red headed Russian woman was jarred awake by the buzzing of her alarm clock, her eyes flickering open and a hand shooting forth to silence it. Some wake-up call that was she thought.

She glanced about, bleary eyed for a moment from her rude awakening, allowing her vision to adjust with a few sporadic blinks of her emerald greens. She stretched and released from her lungs a rather...silent yawn, merely miming the action with a breath of air exhaled, but no voice to accompany such. That might've been a perk to the young and stunningly beautiful woman who laid next to her, the covers of their bed immodestly covering her, and more or less accentuating her lovely figure, her subtle curvature, only clothed in a slightly frayed black tank top and a pair of panties to match, her auburn locks of voluminous hair tousled about from what the Russian presumed...was a wonderful night of rest. She could lay there for hours and admire the woman to her side, but as it was by that sound, she had work to do.

Anna leaned forward ever so carefully to Veronika's lovely slumbering face and left one last parting kiss upon her tender cheek before straggling out of bed, the light touch of her lips eliciting a hushed, incoherent whisper from the girl, gently turning over and greeting Anna with a soft, sleepy smile, those amber colored eyes she adored so much gazing at her longingly, "You're leaving so soon?"

A sigh exhaled, Anna nodded and struck her pajamas, consisting only of an old faded Iron Maiden T, a few holes and tears here and there, and slipped on her black training bra while sitting beside the bed. "The boss wanted me to come in early. Said it was urgent." She signed. Veronika sighed, her arms encircling the red head from behind, a tender embrace with her lips leaving tender, little kisses up and down the back of Anna's neck. "Baby, don't go..." The brunette begged her, not even budging once to let Anna free. "Just call in, tell them you're sick." Anna sighed again, a soft smile and a kiss on those beautiful, supple lips as she turned to face her beloved, singing in reply, "Babe, you know I can't call in. I'll get fired and we'll be on the streets. I promise, if I make it home early enough, I will spend every minute with you."

Oh, that smirk of Veronika's told her everything, Anna blushing slightly as the girl kissed her again, a bit deeper than before. "You better, you little devil, or I'll kick your ass." She purred in Anna's ear, a tiny, playful nip. "I love you." Veronika sighed. Anna kissed her once more. "I love you too."

She stood from the bed and got dressed, reluctant to leave the embrace of her sweetheart, donning a pair of charcoal gray skinny jeans and pulling on her Demonia Disorder combat boots, then a tight fitting black t-shirt and her leather jacket.

Veronika, she was the only person Anna ever showed any love to, which is why as she left their appartment, one last look into those lovely amber eyes staring back at her, it hurt her, like a knife heated under an intense flame, then jabbed straight through her heart. To the naive brunette's knowledge, Anna had found a job a few months ago as a courier, just a good paying career shuttling packages everywhere around the city. Never once had she suspected she was sleeping with a ruthless, cold blooded killer who was indebted to the Bratva. And of course....Anna didn't want to think of what would happen...should her deadly secret be revealed....

------------------A FEW HOURS LATER------------------------------------------

It was just as she promised it would be, quick, painless, efficient, but not without an ample amount of blood shed, just a little droplet that she swept away with the palm of her hand from the cherry wood desk and positioned the body against its hard frame, so that it appeared less of a corpse. The assassin then pulled her knife out of the body of the man dressed in an expensive business suit and whipped out her cellphone pulling up a number. "It's done." She texted and stuffed her phone into her jacket after such a curt reply, exiting the office without a single trace of her existence. He would seem to his fellow employees as if he was just sleeping, nursing a hangover after a rowdy night of whores and intoxication, the stench of hard liquor still lingering on his suit, even after Anna had put his miserable life to an end. Sympathy, none she had for the crooked fiend. His death...was well deserved.

After leaving the skyscraper unnoticed, Anna carefully made her way over to a disclosed location a few blocks away, where awaiting her was her getaway, a sharp, black motorcycle, a recent model. She straddled it hastily, about to pull on her helmet, but then her phone went off, a text. Her stomach nearly dropped upon reading it, such an urgent call to action. They were coming....men, bloodthirsty men, coming to start shit with Ivolgin and his boys. No time to waste then.

The motorcycle roared out of the alley and onto the highway at breakneck speed. Something was about to go down, and hard too. The engines revved louder, the wind screaming past her, bobbing and weaving through slightly thick traffic.

Jayce Smith, or "Nine" if you weren't 66, sat atop the roof of a building opposite of Deuces Wild Diner. Jayce was leaning against one of the metal boxes that had some sort of appliance in it. That didn't matter to Jayce, who was casually spinning his Karambit knife with his finger through the loop at the top of the hilt. God, today was boring! The boss didn't have any hits today, so what the hell was he meant to do? Fuck cleaning tables, that shit ain't for killers unless you're just laying low. Well, it WAS boring, until some Irish bellowing could be heard from below.

Jayce crept up to the edge of the roof, and spied upon the road below. It was the WMP, with Brian Delaney at the head of the assault. He didn't even notice those shit-stains. "Shit!" Jayce muttered to himself. He had to get down there. Pronto! Jayce sprinted to the back of the building, sheathing his Karambit. He grabbed onto the access ladder and hurriedly made his way down. Once Nine had reached the bottom, Jayce pulled out his Berretta, checking it over quickly before turning the corner and down the alleyway. Nine was in a position where he was on the right side of the WMP, facing their backs. Nine raised the gun with one hand, pointing at one of the outliers, holding a brick. The assailant was about to throw the block, until-

BLAK!

He was shot directly in the spine. The young hitman whipped around and ran back down the alleyway, planning to go around the building and end up on the left hand side. Jayce sprinted, having to vault over a trash can on the way. Jayce had to find a way to get to the diner without being caught, which in hindsight, he probably should have done that before blasting his piece at the rival gang. It was fun being on the outside looking in, until you actually fell in yourself. Instead of taking the first corner, Jayce ran down behind the neighbouring building, with a couple of goons heading up the alley he was going to go down. Jayce had to run and gun, firing two shots at the pursuers. However, they both missed as the WMP lackeys dove for cover.

It was fortunate no cars were going to try and drive through the middle of a gang war, as Jayce's only hope was to run as fast as he could across the street and go into the back of the diner. Jayce waited at the entrance of the alley, taking deep breaths before he made a break for it. Jayce sprinted as fast as he could, gathering all his might to make it across before getting flak from the opposition. Jayce rolled into the alley by the Diner, and ran around the back, disappearing from sight for a few moments. Jayce went through the back door and through the kitchen before bursting into the restaurant section. Jayce slid over the counter, knocking over a couple of used plates and a cup of joe. Jayce dove into a neighbouring booth my Big Zeke, and blind fired into the squad of WMP.

Its usual day as always, bad traffic, coffee, policemen and criminal activites. With nothing intresting going on, he decided to call some of his comrades to cafe. Anton sits in cafe with Vasili and Delino, who are his comrades from the mob, talking about considering to do some street racing again. While hes talking about it, Delino noticed something strange.

"Hey, why are those guys staring us?" Anton and Vasili look at the window, they see five men watching them with hands in their pocket. Anton sighs and answers "No panic needed, they might think that were just suspicous. Im not intrested having another brutual fights with random gangsters ya know. Anyway back to the topic, i enjoyed old days as street racer, but honestly im not sure if its worth doing again, ive gotten enough trouble by just street racing and thats not even including... Bank heists, tough i could still-" *BZZZZP BZZZZP BZZZZP* Suddenly he was interputed by a call, he looked at the phone and he saw that his boss Paul was calling him, he answers to the phone. "Da? What is it? I hope you have a good reason to call me, boss."

@bluetommy2

A casual day at the diner place, a red-head sat on a chair with a leg rose on-top of the other as there was a lot of typing sounds coming from her area. She was using her laptop trying to gain some information about a certain person, he was from another gang and of-course, their enemy. Layla wasn't used to hacking people's personal lives but if she could find the right information, it would eventually help them bring that person down. This person as a hacker like Layla, her arch-nemesis, it was somewhat cool to have a nemesis who had the same skills as her but that didn't mean that Layla was gonna offer that hacker a plate full of cookies for them to become the best-friends, lies.

"Yo Wolf bring yo bitch ass crew out! Block 66 ain't shit to the WMP Boyz!"

Layla rose an eyebrow while staring at the laptop screen as she hacked into one of the cameras to slowly move its direction over to the WMP Boyz, she muttered a few curse words before closing down her laptop and exiting the diner. "Guys, the wanna be bad boyz are trying to call us out. We should really get them before they get us." she'd say in their communicator whom by the way, Layla made for all of the gang members to have just in-case something bad like this happens. Layla strutted towards her motorcycle and twisted up the handle as she rode over to the direction where the WMP Boyz were at. Of-course she wasn't going to just ride in on them thinking she's wonder woman, but instead Layla wanted to get a bit closer in order for her to try something out.

@CommisarJhon

She arrived on scene shortly after bolting from the business district, already the telltale scent of cheap vodka and cheap women indicating where she was as it wafted in the cool breeze.

This was Bratva turf, and you better have good reason to come down here, other than having your throat slit and your balls cut off. Mostly it was the area they controlled in the Russian District, Little Moscow they called it, Anna only frequenting here a few times on business from Ivolgin.

She remembered that sleazy butcher she killed once in his shop around here. The fucking suka was always roughing up Ivolgin's whores. Poor Ulia, Anna couldn't forget the woman's experience with that fat fucker, only her first time on the street, how she came back bruised and beaten up. It pissed the redhead off no less, and per order of Paul, she paid that butcher a special visit.

When they found him stark naked, hanging from a metal hook by his neck in the freezer, every one of his knives stabbed into his vitals in alphabetical order....they knew never to fuck with the Bratva.

And pretty soon, these mudaks were gonna learn that lesson...the hard way.

Anna got off her bike, about a few feet or so from the Rusalka(hehe), a small cafe their second in command Anton always hung out at with a few of the guys. That's when she saw the black van discreetly pull up, a five man detail piling out, stern, hard looking men.

By their brogue, it was no doubt they were Irish, Delaney's boys, here to start trouble no less.

But Anna, she wasn't gonna attack them outright, even if she had a gut feeling they were about to unleash Hell all over Anton and his comrades.

So she bided her time, waiting for them to slip up, patiently waiting with her thumb switching the safety off her Grach 9mm.

@CommisarJhon Paul frowned, his eyes narrowing. "I need no reason to call you, I call, you say hello, do not test me, dolbo yeb." Paul glanced around as the car continued down the road, not noticing anything out of the usual. "The Irish are attacking Donnie's men, I believe we may be next, prepare your men in any case, I'm going to get my daughter." He hung up and threw his phone into his pocket.

"You know where Alexandra is, no?" Stanislav nodded. "She is with friends, Dmitri is there." Paul twisted his neck around, it cracked and immediately felt less sore. "Good, we go there fast." Stanislav still focused on the road, but he became more and more tense. "What about Ivan?" "We drop Ivan off with Alexandra, no point in taking two trips." Stanislav nodded, and returned to driving. After a few moments, he spoke again. "My gun is in the glove compartment, just in case." Paul nodded. "Good to know."

@GingerBoi123@Princeofhearts @Carlsberg

Starting with the first shot that Donnie fired from his gun, he wounded the goon in the arm, it was suppose to be a kill shot but the boy braced himself and shifted his body to get shot in the arm as a scream escaped his lips while he went for cover. that shot along with the shot the WMP heard from behind with one of their men getting hit in the spine and laid out, Donnie thought of one thing "Nine..." while he waited for anyone else who would probably try and come in next. The WMP was a little in panic as they moved from out the way realizing the 66 were strapped.

Things got a little wild quickly as other 66 members who were not too far from the diner got the call that they had company, and the few closer ones started emerging from different directions, bringing the fight to the posse. Big Zeke noticed Nine and and watched Layla head to her motorcycle. "Nine, I thought you was at the other buildin'?" he said curiously. He then looked over at Layla and had 4 members of the 66 in the diner provide Layla back up. The noise outside which contained, yelling, cursing, pinging sounds of a bat or pipe making contact with someones skull, Donnie went to peek outside to deal with the leader of the WMP, Keith...who also goes by the name in his gang, K-Kash. The moment he opened the door to find Keith, three shots from the gun were aimed at Donnie but dodging back to take cover, Donnie closed his eyes for one moment and opened them "Ay, Kash!....is that all the fuck you got!" Keith retorts to the Wolf Oh I got sumthin for ya, bring yo punk ass out! With a smirk, Donnie turned the corner, blasting as Kash, with wide eyes, went to take cover behind a few cars and blindly fired back.

The fight was spreading, and the group that were fighting in the front of the diner was just the frontal. Kash had split his group so that he would have an advantage in cornering the Block 66 group. there was another group of about 10-15 guys, which some were armed with guns, coming the back way. They were about two streets behind where Deuces Wild Diner is located and they were ready to pop in from behind with the purpose to try and take out the top guys of the group.

@CommisarJhon@Rusalka@bluetommy2

With the vans splitting up, except for 3, they headed towards different locations which were considered chosen targeted areas that the Irish Mob were going to hit in order to weaken and destroy the operations and manpower Ivolgin possessed. Delaney was not among the vans that were traveling. No, instead, he was waiting in his gray Mercedes-Benz C-Class W205 with 3 of his men. He was waiting until his men did enough damage in Little Moscow and have plowed through Ivolgin manor. Pulling out his phone and looking out the window at someone walking their dog "How sweet...I'm itchin to kill...maybe I should start with them to get warmed up..." the man sitting next to Delaney spoke up "I'd reconsider that, lad. We'll kill soon enough...not worth wastin ya pellets on. I hear that the West Memorial Boys have already started their assault. So...that Donnie mate and his group is not of our concern now. Shall I give the order to start?" Delaney, looking a little disappointed about not taking this chance to kill, laid his head against the window "Sure Boy-o, why not? have them start..." The man next to him nodded "Ok then...and I sent 'him' out to play seek and destroy the little wildflower(Anna) the Russian has." the man said while giving the ok to everyone in their positions and ones on their way to their positions.

The assault started in different locations as the five men who had their eyes on Anton and were looking around for any other possible enemies. In their ear piece, they heard the words from the adviser and second-in-command give the ok to start the assault. It was like clock work, the moment they got word, the moment they'd unleash hell. Swiftly, the five men, pulled out their weapons, 3 who were wearing trench coats, pulled out a couple of AR-15 Armalite Rifles, pointing them towards Anton and his friends along with the other 2 who pulled out twin heckler koch usp pistols each and started with the spraying, showing a forecast of an evening bullet storm.

The three vans that stayed together were on their way to Ivolgin's place to pay him and his acolytes a visit.

@King Tai

Lyn switched on the tv in her office, changing to the news. She remained calm as she heard about the large gunfight taking place near 66th Avenue.
"Interesting," she said, taking another sip of tea.
She pulled her own personal mobile out of her trouser pocket, quickly dialling a number. The contact name simply said 'Donnie'. She put it up to her ear as she heard the dial tone.

As Layla drove to the area where the other gang was at, she quickly hid behind an alley noticing a few of them standing right there but some of her gang members were already fighting them. "Damn it..." said Layla while staring down at her pockets to see that she had no weapons with her. That was so great, why come to war without weapons? Oh well, she'll have to fight her way through with her hands. Layla took in a few breaths, relaxing herself before running towards the war zone, making a front-flip to avoid a few bullets as she slid on the ground to kick one of the enemy gang members on their leg, making them fall on-to the ground. She reached for their hand-gun and ran behind a car to take cover while she reloaded the gun up.

@King Tai @Rusalka

Suddenly they were under fire by five irish men. "What the fuck!?" Screams Vasili. Anton and two of his comrades were shocked by firepower from Irish, bystanders and workers have panicked, running to the kitchen. "AAGH!" Delino got hit two times to his body, collapsing to the Irish might. Barely häving any cover to be in, Anton yells "We must run to the service desk!" but Vasili disagrees "But Aleksi were goddamn under fire! AND what about Delino!?" "Delino is knocked down! We must find better cover and deal with Irish first, THEN talk about how insane i am okay?!" tough disappointed, Vasili reluctantly nods. Anton and Vasili were forced to run to the service desk to find cover from heavy fire. Tough they found good cover, Anton got shot to his left leg and Vasili got nasty scar to his face by Irish. As soon as they were in cover, Anton started firing back with his Fort-17 at the Irish. He manages to hit one of the Irish men in the head, killing him. Vasili starts also firing back with his Micro UZI, wounding one Irish man. Irish pissed off by Anton and Vasili, start slowly getting inside the cafe to finish them off.

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@CommisarJhon@King Tai

And then all Hell broke loose...

The moment Anna saw the men whip out their guns, that's when she snapped to it. But nary a shot she would fire, at least not first, as she crept over towards an alleyway close to where the Irish fucks were standing, unloading every last round into the cafe....the cafe Anna was certain Anton and his boys were before the shitstorm came rolling over the hills. She got behind one of them, a bloke a bit further away from his mates, then...she got him.

The garrote uncoiled from the sleeve of her jacket, like a Death Adder reeling back for the kill, and then within seconds, it was around his neck, his alerted scream immediately diffused into a fit of coughs and sputters. Anna, her face burning a heated shade of blood, tightening and tightening the metal wire around his throat till it was embedded in his flesh with gory results, even as he struggled, kicking and choking on his own blood seeping from his lips and soaking Anna's hands, she continued to strangle the life out of him with a sickening satisfaction...of seeing the life drain from his very eyes. Once he was dead...she went to work on the others.

The AR-15, supposedly semi-auto, but these boys must've converted them to fully. The 5x56 platform Anna was familiar with, though she preferred a bit more stopping power, like the Motherland's Kalashnikov, when it came to assault rifles. Either way, it would work. First her procedure, and she had to do this quick. She racked the charging handle first, the dust cover popping open, then she dropped the mag, grabbing a fresh one from the dead man's tactical vest he wore under his trench coat.

Once she was locked and loaded, she popped out of cover quickly, delivering two well placed headshots to the men advancing on the cafe, two loud bangs erupting and two bodies hitting the pavement hard, both a satisfying squelch of red mist and brain matter.

@Rusalka @King Tai

Anton and Vasili realized that they and irish werent only ones. When two irish men got headshotted by unknown, Anton finished last irish men, firing three times at his chest. Now with building cleared, Vasili immediatly goes to check Delino. Well this was fucked up. silenly says to himself. Anton goes to check who killed those irish men, he realized that it was no other than Anna, Russian mobs hitwoman. He sighed Little late, but still thankful as always. Seems leprechaun werent that lucky after all. he takes one of the dead irish phones and checks messages. Holy shit...he looks somewhat shocked. Vasili! Get Delino and drive to the Andrews house! Vasili nods, carrying Delino to his car Anna you will come with me, we have some leprechaun to kill in Ivolgin's manor. he slowly walks to his car, getting his bullet proof vest and his SMG.

@King Tai@Princeofhearts

Jayce heard the voice of Layla, the Block 66 hacker, warning them a little late of the imminent attack. Jayce ducked behind the wall under a window as a brick was thrown through the window. Jayce pressed his finger to the ear piece. "Yeah, no shit! Where the fuck are you?" He yelled. Jayce overheard Big Zeke, the massive bruiser who shared Jayce's talent in killing fools. "I was at the other building Z, but this shit is going down right now, so where am I suppose to be!?" These pointless comments pissed Jayce off. There was a war breaking out and Layla piped up two minutes too late and Zeke decided to question his previous whereabouts? Why the fuck would that matter? Jayce peeked up, noticing men going around the side of the building. Jayce didn't shut the backdoor either.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Jayce dashed back around the counter, keeping his body low to the ground as to avoid direct fire from the front assault. Jayce went back through the kitchen, drawing his bowie knife. Jayce hid to the right of the backdoor, waiting for bad guys to come through. Sure enough, three men walked through the back entrance. With his knife poised to strike, Jayce lunged at the first one. Jayce stabbed the man in the chest, running the blade through as deep as possible. Using the body as a shield, Jayce fired a shot at the second guy which buried itself in the stomach, and a second round into the head of the third assailant. Jayce kicked his body shield away, taking the knife out with him. The wounded man had some guts and endurance, as he was still standing, shakily raising his pistol. Jayce smirked as he parried the gun away with his knife and proceeded to stab the man in the eyeball. Pleased with his handiwork, Jayce sprinted back into the kitchen, hiding behind the side of one of the ovens after closing the door separating the kitchen from the restaurant. Jayce flicked the blood of his knife as he holstered his berretta and drew a second knife, this time being his Tanto knife.

@CommisarJhon

As the old Irish addage went, May you be in heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead. And the devil, in this case a pissed off redheaded Russian woman with a penchant for bloodshed, sporting quite the vicious scowl, knew well those sukas were dead before they even reached the pearly gates.

She slung the AR over her back; it would come in handy later for the bloodbath that was about to go down at her boss' manor in the countryside. Then, taking a few more spare mags from the bodies, along with one of their USP .45s, she nodded to Anton, knowing well where they were going. He didn't even have to say anything about it. She got over to her bike quick enough, slapping down the visor on her helmet and revving the engines with a fearsome war cry. Somebody wanted to fuck with the Bratva today? Then certainly they were gonna have Hell to pay.

The manor wouldn't be the only place though that was getting an Irish shitstorm courtesy of Delaney, that fuck. No, all over Little Moscow black vans would be pulling up. Guns would be blazing, people would be screaming, and blood would be flowing. Apparently they had one hell of a bone to pick with Ivolgin and his associates, those Block 66 guys came to mind. Good bunch of typical gangbangers. Not the sort Anna would really associate with, unless she was looking for someone to grab a drink with from time to time. Nevertheless, they were all walking around with targets on their backs, even her...and of course their boss. A bone to pick. Anna would be picking more than just bones out of their bodies when she got through with them.

She pulled up beside Anton in the middle of the street, signing over to the Russian attack dog quickly, "I'm going on ahead, comrade. Warn the others they've got hell coming. They probably know by now."

@Rusalka

Anton nods, he text about situation, he also texts about irish messages, then sends to every single Russian mob member he knows, including to his boss. While hes doing that, Vasili placces Delino inside to his car, then he goes to driving seat and drives away. After sending message, Anton gets inside BMW. Time to teach the lucky ones about not messing around with a bear. He starts driving, following her bike.

@Carlsberg

Throughout the chaos that has already taken place, with both leaders of their respected gangs runnin and gunnin, Kash tried taking cover and call for help, only for anyone who did, to get hot in the head by Donnie and allowed Kash to make a run for it. Donnie had enough trust for the rest of his gang to handle to problem while he chased down the leader, who have started going through an alley towards another street. With Donnie in pursuit, something happened at possibly the worse timing, his phone rang. While keeping an eye out and his glock still in hand, he pulled out his phone to see Lyn calling. With a sigh, he answered "Yeah, what is it Lyn? I'm a little busy at the moment."

@Princeofhearts@GingerBoi123

2 members of the WMP checked out Layla when she joined the fray. The Hacker, the other gang heard about but felt she was not as strong or tough as the others. When the braniac got behind the car, two of the West Memorial boys went after her, one shooting to try and draw her out as the other was hiding on the other side of the car to pick the right time for the attack. The other members who were suppose to defend her were fired at, with two getting shot down and the other two running for cover and tossing a molotov cocktail as a distraction. The one who was in hiding couldn't wait, he dove behind the car to go for the tackle on Layla, wanting to wrestle the gun from her.

Zeke, pulling out a shotgun to defend the diner, looked over from what Nine said in response to his question only for Zeke to snap back "Don't you snap at me! If yo ass is a good hitman like you say you are and was in a position that gave us a better advantage, you shoulda stayed there and lay these fuckboyz out from another angle!" he yelled back, blasting at the next guy that came into the diner. Watching Nine going into the kitchen, Zeke felt it was the best idea to defend not only the front but also the rear. In the midst of all that was going on, Zeke went calling for Rose @greywolf375 to find out where she was. He wanted to make sure she was not only ok but to have her eyes actively watching for anymore surprises that were coming their way. That same surprise that Zeke was concerned about was coming closer to behind the diner as the extra force of 10-15 men heading there with automatic and semi-automatics ready to come in with sweep.

@Rusalka@CommisarJhon@bluetommy2

With the bloody slaughter that the five Irish mob members suffered, being of three head shots, a strangle session and a finishing of a wounded who chowed down on a three piece bullet dinner, this only served as the beginning of the comeback that the Russian mob was going to bring. Not too far away, screams, gunshots, and explosions were heard as this warzone broke out through little Moscow with associates, and a few other members of the mob getting killed or injured from the attacks. both sides were indeed getting it. bodies from both mobs were laying on the streets and sidewalks with a few trying to get away and take cover, some struggling to get away, thanks to a half blown off leg, blood loss, dizziness, or any other injury hindering them from getting away quick enough to get the treatment they needed.

One of the captains of the Delaney Boys (Which is another name people call Delaney's Irish Mob) looked around after a shootout commenced and ended with their victory in this skirmish. With a smirk, he ordered his fire brigade to clean the area. He didn't want to leave any loose ends or anyone alive to fight back or tell about what happened. Two men with flame throwers came from around the van with a man who was covered in flames, running in front of them, screaming in pain wanting the fire put out. Others with guns (amounting to 6-8) watched but avoided having the burning man run into them as he finally fell to the ground burning to death. A few meters away, there was a small group of women and children who were too afraid to get away but have already been spotted. the captain called the fire brigade over "Come...give them a head start in burning in the blazes of hell...Delaney's orders..." he said. With the next act about to happen, 3 more members of the Ivolgin's mob came out of a suit store firing only to be fired back at while not able to get close enough to stop the fire brigade.

Getting very close, if anyone was to look out of the window from the third level inside of Ivolgin's manor, they would noticed some movement with three pairs of headlights riding closer on the narrow road that led to the mansion. Getting about 100 meters from the front gate, the men in the van watched closely, wondering if they had a trap waiting for them, preparing their weapons so to off the old man who wielded such power. The men were to make contact with Vallon, Delaney's right hand man, to announce their arrival and wait for further instruction on what to do. If things were to go as planned, Delaney and Rory Vallon would make their way to the manor to finish this once and for all. The orders that Delaney was giving, involved finding Ivolgin's closest family and hold them hostage so to cause more suffering in the worse way.

@King Tai

Layla turned her head slightly over to the others whom was helping her out with the shooting. She might have been the hacker of the gang but that didn't mean that Layla was the weakest one. "Oh, come on!" yelled Layla before getting herself tackled by one of the enemies. She was punched on the face which drew a bit of blood out, as soon as she saw that Layla quickly kneed him on his private part and pushing him away. She wasn't a killer but that didn't mean that knocking them out wasn't in her book. Layla clocked him on the face, knocking him out before turning around to start shooting the other gang members. "Guysss, it would be so nice if some of you come here and end this already."