Fred had a burlap sack removed from his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself in the company of an unsavory gang of Serpents in some sort of dingy hangout. There was a pool table, what could be described as a mini-bar and a tv that did not seem to match the rest of the decor; perhaps stolen.

"So what's the next step in the plan? Are you going to make me strip naked and shout 'shame' like in that one show?" Fred joked. A few of the serpents laughed but the one closest to him remained very serious.

"You're a funny guy, Fred, once the big man on campus. There was a reason we called ourselves the Fredheads..."

A million of proverbial neurological bridges formed in Fred's mind. "Jimmy?" he asked. He did not initially recognize him. He had a very weedy look about him, looking very unkempt and slightly malnourished. His demeanor, however, remained very confident.

"That's right, the occasional keyboardist when the occasion arose."

"You know, now that I think about it, I was against the idea of having a keyboardist. That was more of F.P.'s idea. I always felt keyboardist just wanted to hijack a band and feed off their popularity."

Jimmy crossed his arms before he spoke up. "Fred, let's cut to the chase. You probably have an idea why you are here and it's time to get serious." Jimmy said in a psychotic way. "See that computer over there. You are going to log into and transfer all your asset into a separate account."

"You'll need the URL for that," Fred noted. There is a reason these guys are criminals rather than able-bodied workers, he thought.

"Fred, did you think we would be so retarded as to not realize that. Do you not remember some of us here used to work for you?"

A chill went down Fred's spine. "Yes, yes. I do see some former employees in the room. None of whom I had a hand in letting go. That was... someone else."

A burly member of the gang spoke up with a very thick Northeastern accent. "Don't be so dang secretive Fred. We know you were screwing around with Hiram's wife. She was the one who had the pants on in the company. You couldn't be a man and step up for the guys. You were whipped buddy. Can't say I blame you either. She's a mighty fine specimen."

"What was I supposed to do? Let the guys who were brought back go? They were my original guys."

"Yeah, the same ones who left you." Fred recognized the man who spoke about as a patron from the bar. He had a large frame, with a mullet and had tattoos very prominent on his large arms in a cut-up vest.

"Loyalty must be an issue for the Andrews clan apparently. Can't keep your employees straight and you wife won't screw you anymore." The Serpent Gang began to chuckle and jeer while Fred remained straight face.

"Oy, I heard the chap likes to box. I say we set up a little fighting ring and see what he is worth."

"Trust me, you don't want to do that," Fred answered. Jimmy did not respect his wishes. He whistled and his fellow serpents moved in a circle. Only Fred and the man from the bar stood within it.

"Carl, you heard the man, give him a fight. Give him the Charlestown welcome he deserves."

Fred got him and immediately put his fists in a defensive stance. The man was much taller and huskier than he was, so he knew he would have to move with alacrity to win the fight. To his shock, Carl immediately came running at him and head-butted him in the stomach.

"This is an anything goes kinda match Fred...Generations change, ideologies change, fighting changes. What was once Boxing is now MMA." Fred pushed forward toward and dodged one of Carl's punches. He jabbed toward his head before thrusting forward with his other hand. Carl winced in pain and Fred took the opportunity to kick him in his kneecap.

"Let's just stop this, I don't want to have to hurt any..." Fred got hit in the nose before he could finish. Fred grabbed his neck and pulled him into a headlock. Carl started flailing around before Jimmy stepped in and broke up the fight.

"Very well, I think Fred has gotten his anger out. He'll need it when we steal everything important from him." My ass, there is only one thing that is truly important in my life.

"Who is to say I'm going to login and give you my information. I don't think that's the real reason I'm here. If I learned anything from F.P., this is a hostage situation. And if I learned anything from F.P., the serpents work to protect their own. You want him out of prison. My assets are secondary."

The serpents looked at each other quietly before Carl spoke up. "Ofcourse we're not petty thieves. We have a much bigger plan that extends beyond getting back what's ours."

Fred looked on confused. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's going to be pure anarchy," Jimmy answered. "After what will happen tonight, Southside will practically be a no-go zone."

"- Oy Jimmy, we have something you might want to see." What Fred saw next broke him.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Archie said. His hands were tied up and he looked traumatized as he walked into the room.

Fred's whole system collapsed. His knees started shaking uncontrollably and his pulse rate probably broke a new record. "Please... Please don't hurt my son."

"Transfer the assets and nothing will happen to him. You have my word."

"Don't do it dad, he's bluffing. They want F.P. I know for a fact," Archie interjected.

"Archie, just stay quiet while I deal with this." Fred entered his password into the site and did as he was asked. That was, until yet another serpent entered the room.

"Jimmy, we were being trailed. I caught two people trailing us outside and they just suddenly ran off and drove away. Jefferson is following now, but they probably told someone about our location."

"Goddammit!" Jimmy exclaimed. "I knew you were hiding something from us Fred." Before he could finish his comment, a serpent pulled out a pistol and shot Fred in the chest.

The last thing Fred could remember was his son screaming in anguish while Jimmy angrily shouted out loud.