It had only been a short while since the departure of Don Freeman  from his old home in the downtown district of Los Angeles. Still even in this short absences minor powers move to claim the rackets left behind after the move to Pasadena. Rackets that TM knew he had to get under his Families control at all costs. After a long wait for any information a tip comes across the wire about a huge sash house. Normally he would just stick with his regular cocaine. But the young families coffers light and TM’s ambition to make his impression on the world of organized crime.  Clearly this early on lacking the manpower to delegate, he sits at his desk puffing away at his cigar. Mind amused with the prospect of telling Boogie- that his big raid was going to be a two man job. A lot of potential for risk he thought, but after another dip into the pile of coke on his desk the numbingness taking away any consideration for the risks. He knew that if the two could manage to steal the product and house it long enough till a wholesale buyer could be found it might just tip the financial situation of the families of downtown in his Favour. Ashing his cigar he stands up from his desk...trying as hard as he can to brush the coke smears off his suit, it only taking a mere moment for him to gather his composure before he calls his trusted bodyguard Johnny Papalia into the office.

“Johnny Pops. How’s the weather treating you... ey ey shut the fuck up and listen.. I need you to find Boogie- last time I heard he was shacked up with some broad after the big party... And you know this guy once he finds a good one he can be underground for days.. Probably isn’t even in the city anymore god forbid because I need him for this job. Now if you’ve ever woken up Boogie- from a Hennessy and fuck fest is that he’s not in the best of moods... So best when you find where he is just give me a call alright... thanks Johnny boy your a good man”

TM dismisses his bodyguard before taking a deep breathe wandering back over to his desk he takes a look at the blueprints to the stash house  a gift to him from the Hounds Of Justices guy in the building department. Although this was a two man operation he could always count on the support of his old families logistical network. Time passing by as he wonders if Boogie will ever be found, line after line of cocaine keeping him awake and focused on trying to find a way to steal the goods without catching the attention of the now more bloodthirsty then ever FBN, or without the whole show erupting into a giant firefight. TM wasn’t afraid to be shot... not for the right cause... war.. honourable death like that... but over heroin? Common?! Never the less he knew the extra caution was needed to assure both he and Boogie- were making it out there. His phone ringing as he picks up, Johnny on the other line informing him of where Boogie- is shacked up. Sure to find this little trip amusing he departs his home and hastily makes his way to the hotel to give his RH a much needed wakeup call since work needed to be done. Arriving at the hotel he has his bg’s wait out front as he makes his way inside past the front desk straight for the elevators. While taking the very slow ride to the floor Boogie- was inhabiting the business man in him wondering why he never opened up a hotel. The ding of the bell brings him back as he finds himself exiting the elevator making his way to Boogie-‘s hotel sweet, it not taking long for him to pick the lock and make his way inside... Seeing his RH sleeping with some random next to him he can’t help but resist a practical joke.. With a flick of his wrist a match is lit, and soon the dormant room is alive with sound and thrills as firecrackers go off waking both of them up. TM laughing his head off. Especially at Boogie-s reaction when he realizes he isn’t under fire.

“ wakey wakey... relax your not dead although with the amount you drank you probably wish you were. Sorry for gag but I couldn’t resist... common get your shit together we got some things to do.I know I know we should still be celebrating but when opertunity knocks we kick the fucking door in no? Meet me downstairs when your presentable eh?”

TM heads downstairs to the hotel lobby, blueprints and ideas of the caper still in his hand. A cup of coffee and a muffin later he finds all the papers sprawled over the table. He knew he needed some things before an attempt at the great grabag was to be done. The Inventory he came up too followed as such. Two Choppers drum mags.. “that should scare the shit out of those heroin pushers” Figuring he could borrow a car off the street and ditch it for the quick get away. Knowing already the vehicle must disappear a short time before the caper to prevent it from being reported in.. Although he had spent a considerable amount of time looking over each detail again and again. The only thing bothering him. The unknown factor that always effects every job no matter what the precautions.. His mind wanders to the bank job that got him incarcerated just briefly. failing to notice  Boogie- already making his way to the table. Looking up as his RH takes a seat. TM inviting him to paruse the information, wondering what if any additions his trusted Underboss would have to add...

The days that followed the rise to Leadership of their former beloved left hand were tumultuous for all of them...  Figuring out the dynamics, bringing up a new left hand, just figuring out what was what, was unsettling to say the least.  For all that Hope tried to stand alone and self sufficient as well as she could, she found that she leaned and relied upon those around her more than she'd like to admit.  TM and Boogie both had been very crucial in their family in more ways than one and as much as she would like to never admit this out loud, she missed them both something fierce.  Now don't get her wrong...  She was incredibly happy for the two of them and knew that they'd do great things...  But the bar seemed so empty without them and she found herself longing to just go and spend time in their company.  For a couple days now, the young Right Hand Hound had been considering dropping in on the newly christened HQ of her former hand counterpart.  She had yet to check it out and get the tour.  Then again she figured they needed time to get things sorted and settled in.  But today was the day!  She was going to go and pay them a visit.  Yet on her way out, she caught one of her family members coming back in from visiting the very people she sought to invade, in the most loving way possible of course.  In a brief conversation she found out what was going on, and even a mention that TM was heading to a nearby hotel to collect Boogie and do some kind of exciting job.  Now that she could get behind!  But it concerned her because she was fairly certain that it was still just the two of them in their budding family...  Depending on the job, having only two people was risky and she wasn't about to let them take unnecessary risks if she could do anything about it.

She was uncertain if her company would be welcomed, but frankly, she didn't care.  She really was working on that respect thing, but her love for her former family members outweighed standing on ceremony.  Preparing herself, with the limited information that her crew member had, she set off toward the specified hotel grinning slightly with eager life shining in her eyes.  She didn't know exactly what they had planned, but if she knew TM and Boogie, it wouldn't be lacking in excitement.  Making her way into the hotel, she hardly paused at the desk except to find out what floor they had headed to. Once the information was given, she didn't hesitate to board the elevator and head right on up with a smile lifting her countenance.  She knew that she would soon see TM and Boogie, and if they didn't object too much, she'd be in store for an exciting day.  It couldn't get better truly!  Well so long as they didn't manage to get themselves killed, it would be like the old times never ceased.  She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to say to the two of them as she barged her way into their job, but she was sure she'd figure it out when she saw them.  But all thought of what she would say was quickly banished from her mind as she heard what sounded like gunfire coming from down the hallway.  No...  No no no!  They couldn't be getting into trouble already could they?  Or was the job to be done here?  Either way, the boys were in trouble and heck if Hope was letting them go down without her trying to save them!  Without hesitation, she reached down, pulling her trusty little piece and steadying it in her hand.  She quickly moved toward the door her face steely and eyes glinting.  Whoever decided to mess with her boys had another thing coming. 

It took her no time at all to reach the door, adrenaline pumping, heart racing, gun drawn, and who did she meet as the door opened?  But a rather amused and pleased looking TM.  No gun in his hand, he didn't look remotely worried until he came out to meet a very hostile looking Hope with her gun drawn.  Confused and perplexed, he quickly set to placating the young woman and without missing a beat, Hope followed him back down to the lobby very confused herself.  Holstering her weapon as they headed for the elevator, Hope furrowed her brows a bit trying to calm herself and come off the intense high she had just sent herself upon.  "Afternoon TM...  I heard that a job was afoot and figured that you might could use an extra body..."  This was certainly not the quippy line that she had in mind for the mafioso.  That interaction was supposed to be much more impressive.  Instead she came off more like a child caught in a naughty act, but naturally with all the best intentions.  So instead, she allowed it to be TM's move, casting him a bit of a tiny sideways grin, the only notion that she might be able to laugh at her own blunder.  At least she didn't shoot anyone.

So many things run through your mind planning a job, especially a job that at the end of the whole thing could wind up being buried in some pit, or worse doing a life stint in prison. Making sure every part of the plan was flawless, had to make sure the guns were untraceable, had to make sure the get away vehicle couldn’t be identified to any of the guys along with the job. Had to make sure we knew how many of them were in the house before you bust down the door. All these meticulous details were making TM’s head run in six different directions, he had always been apart of jobs like these sure but it was his forest debut of planning one. So there was a tiny bit of worry in the back of his mind. One of the very few instances since he’s moved up where he is able to laugh seeing Hope_ barge in ready to take on an entire enemy force TM could only smirk, knowing fully wel the woman standing before him was more the capable of dishing out justice and a fair bit of pain along with it. Respectfully He rises from his seat to shake Hope_’s hand, paying the underboss of The Hounds Of Justice and not to mention a good friend of his respects. In the back of his mind tho, TM just begins to wonder just how she became privy to what’s been going on, he had figured the only two people that knew were himself and Boogie-, although greatfulness in his eyes upon the woman’s offer of assistance, but a lay of worry lay in the back of his gaze wondering if she knew how many more knew... if the people they were about to  heist knew. He invites Hope_ to sit with him as he begins to speak.

“As I still live and breathe, the greatest gun fighter in the old west, ha!. I’m kidding put that piece away before you get me and the other patrons of this fine hotel riled up. How have things been with the old family? You crazy kids miss us yet?...Ahhh I take it your not here for a social call considering you came in heavy and ready to drop a few.. You know I will always appreciate your help but, bottom line if something happens to you lord knows what the fuck Roman would do..... Not to mention I personally wouldn’t want that on my head...”

TM knew even if he tried his hardest there was no way in the word he would ever sway Hope_ from coming along on this caper. As was mentioned he felt grateful to the woman for coming in his hour of need, but at the same time he couldn’t help but worry for the young woman’s safety. Now don’t get things twisted, he knew she was very more then capable of handling herself. The mafioso had seen in a dozen times if not more. But still, the potential of putting someone whom he deeply considered a close friend in harms way bothered him. But he knew better then to argue with her, taken from previous experience it really wasn’t something he was he best at winning. Just the woman’s gaze alone forcing him to sigh as he slides over some of the intelligence for the job, in hopes maybe that Hope_ was at least familiar with the area or the small gang they were about to hit. At the same time he sends Johnny back upstairs to wake Boogie- up again, figuring the prick must have just rolled over in his sleep.

I didn’t know what was better. Waking up to the greatest supermodel of all-time, or TM playing a prank on me. One thing was for sure though...he wouldn’t like the retaliation. Once things cooled down I rolled out of bed with all 10 inches of me hanging. Last night got real. And it happened really quick. That was the thing about drinking Henny. You didn’t know if you were going to wake up in a hospital or wake up cuddling with the toilet. Making my way to the bathroom only to be surprised by three more naked supermodels passed out on the floor definitely answered my question about what the fuck had happened last night. As much as I wanted to go for round 17, there was business to be had. I dressed in the finest attire, brushed my pearly whites, then guzzled the half of gallon these noobs left unfinished on the bathroom sink.

I was never the nervous type, but if TM wanted to sit down and plan something out it had to be big. Really big. He was usually the shoot first ask questions type. Especially when his nose was tickled. “Fucking cono” GLLLTTTT GLT PEW PEW. The memories of previous jobs were still fresh in his head. Seeing Hope_ was definitely another surprise. People always thought she was so nice and well spoken. She was. And then she could also turn into the miscellaneous female on the news who just left 20 something people with holes in their head. Ridiculous. You just had to fucking love L.A.

I sat down at the table while TM was daydreaming waiting for instructions and information on what was about to go down. There were blueprints on the table that Hope_ had been examining. We needed money. Why? Because too much money ain’t enough money. 

TM couldn’t believe this guy, took him that long to get his shit together and come downstairs, it’s a miracle he didn’t have Boogie- just meet him at the job, knowing the man would have most likely been late. His mind crosses the images of all the beautiful company Boogie- kept upstairs, TM just chuckles to himself knowing he wouldn’t want to leave such a party either. But alas there was killing to be done turf to take and money to be made. TM invites Boogie- to join Hope_ and himself and take a seat. Taking s drag of his cigar after he finishes up a cup of coffee, it only taking a brief glance from the mobster before his cup is refilled. Having the waiter fill the cups of his colleagues.

“So you finally decided to join us you sleepy prick you, sent Johnny upstairs to fetch you but I guess he was going up when you were coming down.. I wonder how long it’s going to take for him to realize you fucked off... Now Hope_ here has offered to give us a hand with what needs to be done, I however insist that she dosnt take the risk. Underboss of LA tad more important over a shitload of heroin no?”

TM threw out the suggestion Hope_ refrain from the job again, the safety of his godfathers most prized RHW paramount. He had not been immune to loss in this life before but the loss of either of the fine colleagues he was sitting with would be utterly devastating. However he knows any attempt to deter Hope_ will only entice the woman more, he decides to change topics and get back to business. 

“The car and the weapons are safely stashed at a pickup location, weapons cannot be traced back so after the job we can just leave them in the car. From what I hear there is enough white China to keep the addicts happy for quite a while, enough to bankroll a few future enterprises. It is vital and I mean vital we take hold of this shipment before it’s on the move, and to send a message to those hoodlums I’m thinking there should be nothing of the building left when we are done... Was talking to that guy that sells heaters, got a bite on a place where I could snag some dynamite. All in all if this goes well, those fuckers will be blown to hell.”

TM could only smirk, in his mind he can already envision the explosion. The thought of whatever hoodlum survivors stumbling out of the place on fire bringing a pleasurable feeling over him. He could imagine standing at the doorway unloading the drum of his tommy into everything that crawls out. He takes a deep breathe and sighs, jobs usually never going the way you envision them, TM’s smile starting to fade as he remembers holding his dying cousin in his arms. The memories forcing a sharp pain through the Don’s temples as he swiftly trades his coffee for a much needed gulp of his flask. Still waiting in wonder of what if anything his two friends would have to add.

Honestly Hope wasn’t exactly certain what had gotten into her today…  Was she just chomping at the bit so much that she was just needing a fight and looking for one at every turn?  Goodness sakes!  As soon as she realized that the man she was thinking about taking a bullet to was the very man she had been seeking, she didn’t need further prompting, and her trusty tiny piece was quickly stowed deftly back in it’s obscured location.  “For crying out loud… I’m sorry TM.” She spoke softly, even if apologetic tones didn’t exactly color her words.  Sure she would have honestly been sorry if she had actually shot the man, but in all honesty she had trouble being very sorry for being willing to run in, guns blazing, when she heard trouble where her friends were supposed to be.  In any case, she offered a smile, returning his handshake firmly.  Without him asking the question, Hope wouldn’t think to assure him that she didn’t hear of this heist except to hear some whisper of TM visiting one of their contacts to gain information.  Past that it was hunches that she went on by herself.  How she figured out the proper hotel, she was still a little at a loss for, but she had found them and was quite glad she did.

She accepted his invitation and settled herself, in her typical poised manner, in the chair he indicated.  “Done and done my friend.” She spoke, now with the tiniest hint of sheepishness coloring her tone as well as her cheeks.  “Things have been reasonable, and what kind of question is that?”  But she left that answer ambiguous, amusement dancing in her eyes.  Of course she missed TM and Boogie…  But you wouldn’t catch her saying that without quite a bit of alcohol on board.  She hardly wanted to admit that to herself, much less anyone else.  But she heard him out, more or less glaring in his direction rather irritated that he would even suggest her not offering up her help to their cause.  She knew that TM was moving to build up his new budding family, and Hope couldn’t back him financially, so why shouldn’t she help him out with her other talents?  Resolutely refusing to interrupt him, she merely listened and waited until he paused before speaking, her voice dripping like honey laced with venom.  “Now TM…  I am fairly equipped to take care of myself.  It’s true, I didn’t directly speak with Roman on this, considering I honestly didn’t have a plan until I figured out where you two would be…  Have you thought about the flipside of this statement?  I agree, I don’t want to come to a sticky end, but if I open tomorrow’s paper to find the shot of you boys in the obituaries, I’m not sure my heart could take that either…  Better you have another able pair of hands on this sort of…  Venture no?”  Hope fixed TM with that stare that almost dared him to tell her she can’t join them.  “Roman won’t mind, and even if something did happen…  It wouldn’t fall on you.  My choices lead to my consequences.”

As the plans were slipped in her direction, her eyes shot down to the table as she began to survey them rapidly, nodding slowly and thoughtfully.  “I know these streets…  Not a good area in the least, but I suppose that fits with the narrative doesn’t it?”  She mused quietly to herself nodding slowly.  “If nothing has changed, there’s a spot just here that had been weakened by a fire…  With any luck the crazies haven’t completely shored it back up…  Possible entrance?”  She was mostly talking to herself…  But also mostly talking in complete thoughts that TM might follow.  She nodded quietly to herself as she continued to pour over the notes, hardly noticing Boogie-’s approach until he was at the table.

Finally she looked up, blinking rather in bewilderment.  She had been fairly lost in what she was reading and almost forgot that Boogie- was coming.  Attention span of a goldfish indeed…  But her bewilderment quickly shifted to pleasure at the sight of the man before her.  “Good day Boogie-, I trust that you slept well?”  Her voice lilted with a thinly veiled amusement before glancing back to the plans before her.  “This is solid TM…  I think we can pull this one off.”  She nodded firmly, her eyes alight with anticipation.  Sure, there was just a spark of nervousness there…  People could be unpredictable, especially when drugs and money were involved…  There was always the chance of taking a stray bullet…  Or spray.  Or worse, TM and Boogie taking them…  How did she explain to Roman that his new upcoming shining stars were taken out by lowlife scum…  Easy, she would simply not get into that position if she could help it, which brought her full circle as TM once again suggested that she didn’t come along as he spoke to Boogie.  Hope didn’t bat an eyelash, nor even acknowledge this as a possibility.  She knew TM wouldn’t tell her no outright…  Even if he likely could and get away with it.  Hope cared deeply about what the man beside her thought and said…  She even took it into consideration more than she did the words of many others.  But heck if she was letting them walk into the fire without her doing what she could to aid them.  Taking a sip of the offered coffee, she smiled as the taste tickled her taste buds.  She always did enjoy the bitterness, even if the smell was far better than the taste.  “Thank you for that comparison TM…  But even the Underboss isn’t more important if family is putting themselves in danger…”  She cocked her head to the side, again daring him to argue.  She knew he likely would, but hey…  That’s what kept things interesting. 

Hope listened intently as TM detailed something about getting hold of dynamite and how they would leave this heist in style.  She nodded her approval, trying not to look too eager.  She liked explosions.  She liked explosions a lot.  “Every bit sounds solid, just have to make sure we pull off the execution.”  Her voice took a little bit of a dark drop to it at the double meaning of such a word.  She did so love the English language and all it’s double meanings…  A little off to be sure, but Hope wouldn’t be Hope otherwise.  Wouldn’t her mother be proud…

It was time, TM knew the trio only had a small window of opportunity to pull this off. After letting both Hope_ and Boogie- peruse the battle plans he quickly folds up the papers shuffling them back into the file folder. He reaches into his coat tossing a matchbook over to Boogie- sitting just under the matchbook cover a name with an address. TM begins to explain.

“Boogie- I need you to go here and collect the dynamite, should be all wrapped together with a timer and everything, now that timer is going to be running the moment you collect the bomb, if you fuck this up there will be no evidence. However I’m more likely sure this will not be the case right? You’ve never let me down before, and I don’t think your about to start now my old friend. I’m hoping to fuck that Hope_ and I can be out of the place before you show up with the package, there’s a garage in the back of the place drive right in dash out into the alleyway and we will scoop you up. I have nothing but my full confidence in your abilities to see this through, your a fine Underboss. Make this district and make this city proud brother.

TM smirks as Boogie- nods in his direction quickly departing to pick up the package that awaits. Knowing that time is now a major factor he quickly rushes out to the vehicle, but being the gentleman that he is opens the door for Hope_ before hopping over on his side. While on the way TM implores the young woman to find a weapon that best suits her style, couple of Thompson’s and Shotguns lay in the back seat, along with a couple of pistols. TM knew he would be walking into the stash house holding a Chicago typewriter that was certain. He didn’t just want to steal the heroin, he wanted to send a message to every petty hood fuck operating on his turf.

“Alright... I’ve had my guys watch the place for a while now. Naturally it has more traffic under the cover of darkness, guys coming and going stuff like that, but broad daylight nice and quiet. Assuming they don’t want to draw attention to themselves, and that’s why we’re hitting them while the sun still shines, they will be undermanned and I’ll prepared to put a stop to us if we go in guns blazing. And truth be told hun, I’m in the mood for mayhem”

TM can’t help but chuckle, it a line he’s used on the regular anytime he had to hit the streets with the fine young woman sitting next to him. And truth be told, the waiting masses got their mayhem and chaos in droves when the duo decided to get up to no good. Their little trip through the downtown district slowly but surely reaching its climax as they draw closer and closer to the stash house. He pulls up just a few short paces away... TM could only grin as he notices His bodyguard Rocco make his way over from the observation point, in his clutches a man draped in a blindfold gag and restrained with his arms behind his back. TM recognizes the man as one of the hoodlums, knowing full and well the kid would be his key in the door... TM pulling the chopper from the back window of the car runs it along the guys back before he presses it hard.

“Walk the fuck forward nice and slow and you might just make it out of here in one peace”

TM knew very well the young hoodlum wouldn’t be making it out of this scenario alive. But anything to get the hostage to put up less of a fight was aces. Hope_ at his back as he marches the hoodlum up the steps. Removing the binding from his hands and lifting up the blindfold, having Hope_ place a set of keys in his hand, the same keys that were swiped off the young buck by Rocco. Having the prisoner unlock the door before TM kicks him in, startling his buddies who immediately begin to shoot him. TM starting to open fire with bursts from his Thompson shortly after cutting down the first two as he rushes through the doorway. By now he knew that Boogie- was mostly well on his way with the package, he also knew Hope_ and himself had to clear the building and fine the stash quickly. Time was ticking......

Hope quickly and rather roughly suppressed a shiver.  They were to be outnumbered and Hope wasn’t entirely sure by how much.  But she knew one thing, they would be successful.  How did she know that?  She had no clue…  But she was very much convinced of this fact.  They would make it out alive.  All three of them.  Just then TM was talking and putting away the plans, only to snag and toss a matchbook to Boogie-.  It took all Hope had not to reach out and try to snag that thing from the sky.  Good grief she had less of an attention span than a Golden Retriever.  But she tried…  Goodness she tried.

Listening to Boogie- get his instructions, she nodded quietly.  Half of her was glad that this wasn’t to be her part in all of this…  Even though she was fairly certain that it would be a fun part even if it were.  But she was very sure that with Boogie- at the head of this piece, it would be carried out with pinpoint accuracy.  But her blood ran cold for a moment as TM alluded to what would happen should he fail.  But she would avoid letting this unease show on her features.  Death does not bother a Mobster as it were…  At least not on the outside.  Before long Boogie- stood and departed and Hope’s heart hammered as it was just the two of them left in the room.  Had she not arrived, it would be just TM…  This fact rang out in her mind and once again she was pleased that she had arrived when she did even if TM didn’t share her enthusiasm about her involvement.  Heck if she was letting him get himself blown up if she had anything to do about it!

Bristling a tad, Hope hurried along with TM, knowing that time was now of essence.  If Boogie- was faster than they were, if they ran out of time…  Hope shuddered inwardly to think of what could happen.  On the outside she tried to look ready, even bored.  She was having some success at this, but she knew that TM would see through her BS clear as day.  A brow was quirked as TM came around to her side, and opened the door for her…  She had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at him something about wasting time on chivalry.  But instead all that came out was a quick “Thank you” before she slid in and closed the door in one smooth motion.  She wasn’t used to riding shotgun in things like this…  She had gotten very good at playing the getaway driver…  But he knew better than she did as to where they were going.  Well, as he was driving, he implored her to choose a weapon.  She blinked at him in some slight bewilderment as she drew her tiny piece without even thinking about it.  With a raised eyebrow from TM and a statement about how they’d need a little more firepower than that, Hope huffed softly.  She always used her own gun and it served her just well.  But she would do as he asked and survey the arsenal he had brought.  She wrinkled her nose a tad.  Sure she had practiced with a few of these guns before her at the range…  Her shoulder still smarted where she had fired a shotgun without it correctly seated.  That memory was fresh in her mind…  So she reached over to snag a Thompson, although it felt large, awkward, and unwieldy in her hand.  But she’d try in any case.  She hadn’t been terrible with it at the range after all.  Well she was ready.

Listening intently to his explanation as to why they were out doing this in broad daylight, It made perfect sense, but Hope said very little in response.  His closing statement brought a smile to the woman’s lips and a glint to her eye.  She often was fairly certain that Mayhem should have been her middle name.  “My favorite kind of mood…”  She murmured, clear in her appreciation and approval of the man before her.  Well it took little to no time before they arrived.  Hope let herself out of the car murmuring to herself.  “Alright now where was that spot…”  But she froze when she saw TM’s bodyguard coming over with presumably someone from the inside, who TM quickly set to making him move up and open the door.  “Or we could do it that way.”  She murmured, a certain appreciation in her voice, her whole body tensing as he pushed him right up to the door, where Hope pressed the keys into his hand.  She hadn’t realized just what these were for until that moment.  But now she was with the times. 

It all happened so fast.  One moment, the young man was opening the door, the next, he was getting kicked right through it and taken out by his own comrades.  Hope waited just a moment to wait for the gunfire to take a breath before surging in behind TM, careful not to hit him either with bullet or the tip of her gun as she too began to unload upon the unsuspecting hoodlems.  Oh yea…  The shouts reached her ears and they were absolutely musical as they caused no shortage of panic and insanity.  Now Hope was not one who enjoyed the ending of one’s life…  But even so, she couldn’t deny the adrenaline of the moment.  Without pausing, Hope pushed her way into the house, her practiced eyes raking everything she could see.  They had to find this stash and fast.  She more or less waited for directions from TM, but she knew the mission and she was not about to be around when Boogie- arrived.

In the moment I was only dropping the hoodlums I could see, one down... two down, just as I saw the third pop out with a shotgun in hand he was dropped just like the fourth emerging from the other side. TM takes a deep breathe realizing right there if he didn’t have Hope_’s company and or beyond exceptional marksmanship skills he could very well be laying down with a few slugs in his own chest. The fire fight only lasting a few brief moments and even fewer Bursts of their Thompson sub machine guns, the extended 100 mag drum assuring no reloads would be required. TM steps over a few of the bodies as he frantically begins to search around.

“It’s got to be hidden somewhere, I just fuckin has to be... Could you imagine all this noise and ruckus for nothing?.

Cabinets forced open and all of its contents sprawled out on the floor as the Don frantically looking for the treasures that were promised, with each failed location searched he feels himself getting closer and closer to the prize. But time ticking away by now Boogie- making his way over with the vehicle full of explosives. The RHM making damn sure he didn’t hit any bumps or flip the vehicle knowing that if he did, it would be his end and the end to the missions grand finale. TM still looking from room to room, almost at the point of giving up when he hears Hope_’s voice return faith to him with an “over here”.

“Cono... fuck that’s a lot more product then I could have imagined.... quickly... we got to get this stuff out of here.”

TM grabs one of the empty duffel bags and begins to pile in package upon package of the heroin, his mind only on his task as he fails to see the wanabe gangster sneaking up on him, only when Hope says his name does he notice the blade stopping it from nicking his throat with the timely arrival of his hand. He cries it feeing the sharp blade dig into his flesh, ignoring the pain and the cocaine assisting in this factor he pushes the knife away just as he turns to sock his would be attacker.. one punch turning into two... three... four... five.... until the point TM is the only thing keeping him on his feet, the mans knees buckling as TM olds him up his bloody fist clenching his shirt before the Don tosses him back into the floor. He looks back at Hope_ with an obvious look of gratitude, the woman had saved his life yet again... He couldn’t help but smile in her direction before he hears a vehicle pull up in the back... it was Boogie-.... 

“Thanks Hope... really thank.... oh shit.. shit shit shit.... toss the gun grab the bags!”

TM grabs one of the now full bags of heroin over his shoulder, assisting Hope_ with grabbing hers as both of them begin to make their way out of the house... Just managing to clear the doorway and scurry down the steps before they meet Boogie- running up the walk way on the side of the house, the trio making a dash for the get away car. Bags of heroin being shoved in first before the three of them scramble to get inside.. the car starting to go just as the explosives go off, the body filled stash house blown completely off the map. TM laughing with his two companions as they rush to take the Heroin to their own lock up. First phase of chipping away at the rackets completed, although just finishing the job and in need for a much deserved drink, his mind already working on the next phase of the plan... The deal....