It had only been a short while since Hope_, Boogie- and TM himself raided the stash house and blew it completely off the map, in the process slaughtering most of the hoodlums that opposed TM’s ascension within the downtown district. Those who survived the legendary and quite frankly based on what side you were on horrific attack, found themselves scrambling to find new homes, some raised the flag and decided to join TM’s operation, and some when they heard of the bloodshed decided to get out of the business entirely. 

Over the past few weeks, TM and his crew had been hitting more and more vehicles carrying the addictive substance, each time adding and adding to their own growing stockpile spearheaded from the raid at the stash house. He was pleased with the progress himself and his family were making in the name of Downtown Los Angeles, and of course their beloved Godfather Chairman Roman. But despite the acquisition of such a large amount of product TM faces a large problem, heroin was not his market nor did he have the network to distribute such a drug, refusing to let those associates of his slinging coke to switch to the much more addictive heroin just because of the risk of addiction and the more likelyness for the dealers to lose their souls on their own supply. 

There was one or two men in the city whom TM thought could help him with this specific situation based on their experience and logistical fortitude and that was of course his Godfather Chairman of Los Angeles , and the other The Godfather Of Pasadena . And while briefly debating to reach out to the Lucania Crime Family to take the heroin off his hands he knew he didn’t want that shit anywhere near the streets of downtown after it was sold. Surly the two most powerful men in the city would know of someone who would take the vast amount of product off his hands, and for a fair price too he had hoped. TM felt he had sat on the he product long enough to finally let the whispers of its existence spread through the streets, TM of course was ready for anything that might come up.....

“ I want the product constantly watched, starting to put the word out there now. I wouldn’t be too surprised if someone tried anything cute. Including one of our own, fucking constant eyes on everyone you understand me fellas? Good... good”

TM remarked to the group of shotgun clad bodyguards guarding the store house filled with heroin. Although he trusted his men, the easy profits of drugs sometimes blurring the line of loyalty for some. Why take a chance he thought? Nothing can happen with everyone watching each-other like a hawk, a few months back a kilo of cocaine went missing and it was tracked to a former employee of his.... That was a long night, a long and painful night for the thief. TM could almost remember just the pitch of the screams it bringing a smile to his face, if there was one thing the former hound loved, dishing out justice. He does his walk about the store house making sure the perimeter and all the entry points are sound, as he takes this strut he has one of his men write a letter as he delegates.

“Godfather Chairman Roman, Godfather Freeman, I am writing each of you both on this day to respectfully request your assistance. As I am sure it is no surprise that I am in possession of a large quantity of arm candy. Both of you know me by reputation know that normally I don’t go near the stuff, professionally and personally. Desperate times and opportunity would be the only reason it’s in my grasp. Both of you have vast networks and connections. I am writing each of you in hopes that you would be able to find a reasonable buyer, naturally a finders fee will go both your ways. I await word from yourselves or any representatives you may send on your behalf’s. I thank you both in advance sincerely and always respectfully -TM”

With the final words of his letter TM despatches two of his bodyguards to have them delivered personally. Entrusting MichaelScott with the store houses safety he returns to his vehicle, mulling over the future potential deal and anticipating what the Godfathers would have to say. He takes a deep breathe wondering just if he will get the assistance he requires, but a smirk comes to his face because even if it was the worst case scenario he would always have Hope_ to count on.

I sat at my desk in the headquarters as Hope_opened the double doors and walked in. She always had a smile on her face there was just something about her attitude that always kept me upbeat. Though instantly noticing she had another pile of mail from that dreaded mail man in her hands.

"Geez! Third time today, doesn't he know he can come back tomorrow? I mean we are gonna see him anyway!", I said yelling for no good reason.

Hope_ just laughed at my frustrations and told me that is was gonna be alright and that today was a good day! She always had a way of making things better. She exhaled as she let me know she had skimmed through the mails and had prioritized them for me by importance. I thanked her for dealing with the mail man and allowed her to exit back to whatever it was she was doing before.

I grabbed the letter off the top of the pile as I just slid the old ones I hadn't read from earlier into the garbage bin. Examining the letter I noticed it was from TM, he must of been out of town he didn't usually contact me through mail. I hadn't heard from him in a few days and I was starting to get suspicious as to what he had been up too anyway. Using my letter opener I'd been gifted from Insomnia back in my New York days I opened the letter and removed a piece of stationary from the envelope. Unfolding it I took the time to read it as it looked like it was rather important.

Godfather Chairman Roman, Godfather Freeman, I am writing each of you both on this day to respectfully request your assistance. As I am sure it is no surprise that I am in possession of a large quantity of arm candy. Both of you know me by reputation know that normally I don’t go near the stuff, professionally and personally. Desperate times and opportunity would be the only reason it’s in my grasp. Both of you have vast networks and connections. I am writing each of you in hopes that you would be able to find a reasonable buyer, naturally a finders fee will go both your ways. I await word from yourselves or any representatives you may send on your behalf’s. I thank you both in advance sincerely and always respectfully -TM

My eyes widened as I finished reading his letter. TM was the king of the cocaine business, he supplied cocaine to the biggest dealers in the seven cities. What in the hell was he doing getting involved in the heroin business? It was a serious drug and one I knew not to fuck with, but if the money was right it was an opportunity I didn't wanna miss. I quickly reached for my phone and began to dial, putting the phone to my ear it rang a few times before I got an answer on the other end.

"This is Freeman, what's up?", Freeman said answering the phone.

"Have you checked your mail yet today? If you haven't been out to that mailbox yet I think I might need to come over and pick you up. TM has gotten himself into a serious situation and I think we better go over there and check it out.", explained to him.

Freeman agreed and was willing to roll over and meet me at TM headquarters. I hung up the phone and left the office area and headed downstairs. Hope_ gave me a look of question and I explained the situation to her that she was probably going to be needed as well. The heroin was a dangerous drug and I wasn't sure what we were quite getting into. 

In the car we pull up outside TM family HQ and wait a few minutes for Freeman to show up from Pasadena. At this point Hope_ and I are already standing outside the car talking to TM who is standing there with us. Freeman exits his car and makes his way over to us shaking hands with us all. 

"TM has explained to me that he has some men guarding the stash house they'd rolled and still had the heroin inside. Before we find a buyer I think the most important part is getting the product to one of our warehouses safely.", I said to the group.

They all agreed and TM said he would take lead driving. We followed in two separate cars behind him making our way over to the stash house. Making our way deep into the suburbs of downtown Los Angeles we made our way to what I had assumed was the stash house. TM accelerated to a high speed for some reason and I had a hard time keeping up with him. Coming to a screeching halt quickly he jumped from the car and ran over to what looked like someone deceased outside the house. Once I got parked and got closer I could see that it was one of TM family members. I pulled my revolver from my waist line and Freeman and Hope_ followed me doing the same.

TM ran out from inside the house and frantically approached us. He had a look on his face I hadn't seen in a long time. I knew that look, he was out here looking for revenge. 

"They took it all, the house has been cleaned out, he said enraged. Nobody fucks with me OK?"

TM was pissed and I could tell there wasn't anything that was going to stop him from getting his product back. I prayed the Lord had mercy on these people because once we got our hands on them it wasn't gonna be pretty.

Not many in the city of Los Angeles would be brazen enough to attempt such a caper, especially considering those involved in the cities daily dealings off and on the books. The amount of heroin was substantial, no simple car took the amounts held out of TM's formerly secure location. A truck was packed with the product, and no small truck either. But he thought there was a slight chance of catching it due to its obvious lack of speed compared to the vehicles driven by Los Angeles's Elite. He had no time to grave for the dead, the rage that had built only amplified by the consumption of cocaine earlier,  it just consumed him. Times like these it would always consume him, he was a viscous hound looking to sink his teeth into the neck of those responsible. Justice by Execution. Perhaps this was one of the hidden traits that made him so useful in situations where shotgun diplomacy is the only way to resolve the issue. His own pride just making the hate resonate, he could only be thankful he was in his own car, even he wouldnt wish for Hope to see him like this. 

"Who in the fuck do those fucking fucks think their fucking with huh?! Cono! Think they can come into my fucking neighborhood and take my fucking shit? Going to bring a war on those fucks...there going to be dead in the fucking street!"

Again he could only be thankful that it was just himself in the vehicle as it speeds through the bustling streets, passing vehicles just a blur as he stares at the road ahead of him, his words almost making him foam if he were a true hound he was sure. It didn't help that despite it all he was still tuning up, the rush just making the hunt more thrilling, it also making what was about to happen to the unfortunate individuals that much more unpredictable. Tunnel vision consuming him the moment when you can only see one thing, and all the man saw was blood.

Even still reputation and respect had to be taught to the young hustlers calling the Gang capital of the world home. It was these lawless murderers that took the smack, and it was only fitting. TM would have any one pushing horse downtown shot, the lifeless districts of the grand cities a testament to the epidemic, that has swept the Cities South Central. And if a truckload of arm candy was going somewhere it was going to the community that would eat it up like fucking hotcakes at Sunday breakfast. Even as TM raced down the streets he was still trying to figure out just where such a truck could be housed if they could not intercept..The district littered with garages and small gangs. Even still there were plenty of dope king pins under the radar.  One of them coming to mind, especially because of the individuals logistics to pull off such a heist. TM was a little puzzled at the brazenness, but TM's need to keep the junk out of the city angering those who's bread and butter was stealing the souls of citizens and mafioso stupid enough to be ensnared.  

TM knew this man and most of the others would kick up an undisclosed amount to the chairman of the city for the privilege to operate. But as more and more of the cities supply of the drug was "confiscated". The pushers found their well of money starting to dry up as things became scarce, and if things continued for them they would have nothing to kick up to the Godfather Chairman, and thus reach the end they were soon to meet if TM had any say about it anyways. Damned if you do and damned if you dont, underworld principles dictate in this instance the line was crossed, for such an insult to be displayed towards a captain of the chairman a line never to be crossed especially by those not connected to this thing of ours.

An abandoned small haul trucking garage comes to mind, he knew it is where product came in and was broken down. Dope money kept the cops off their backs so they wernt completely unorganized, but even still confidence in his company confidence that he will see his revenge through to the end. He was still ahead of the rest of the group, perfect he thought. But each passing vehicle not being the truck dashing his hopes for an interception, and if his memory suited him right the lot for the garage usually blocked with a couple of cars and various amounts of scum walking about. There wasn't a lot of options for him even as the lead car..most of his weapons were in the display case at his house, just a couple of pistols and yes...yes the last resort. He takes a calming breathe, only to Finnish off what leftover cocaine he had. He had an idea...a stupid one but an idea, and as he turned down the road towards the garage he started to prepare himself. 

"This has got to fucking work, they wont forget this anyone who makes it out of that place will fucking remember this...You want to see an entrance...Ill show them a fucking entrance ill show them who they are fucking with those whores... "

The drive in to the fenced area blocked by a couple of cars and as the young don predicted the grounds had various people protecting it, more then usual he can only grin knowing he found the right spot. Being the catholic man he is he says a prayer, may god watch over himself Godfather Chairman Roman, Godfather Freeman, and Hope, especially Hope. And for a breif moment he is taken from his anger, and can only smile for a moment before he removes a gift from his jacket. "Say Hello To My Little Friend" In that moment he begins to slow the vehicle down using his knees to keep the wheel steady as he pulls the pin from the grenade he had in his jacket... Letting the fucker cook before he drops it on the floor next to him the door to the car opening as he jumps out the out of the car catching the guards attention before it detonates, several other vehicles falling suit in the massive fire ball. TM close enough to where his ears were ringing he had hit the ground hard during his little dash.. Everything around him dizzy....

It had become abundantly clear to him even as the fog and shock of the explosion started to cease and the don started to make his way to his feat. He had lost the others somehow, his extreme driving perhaps? The turns and bends he took to reach this location perhaps? All he knew is that he had made an error, he had rushed in like he had always done in the past. For the most part this move usually planned out for the don, but the man felt himself not as sly and as spring as he was earlier in his career. More and more time would and was required for him to reach 100% and if he made it through tonight he defiantly knew he would be sore in the morning. Wiping the dust and debris from his eyes he gasps for breathe as his vision starts to return to him, it still blurry as fuck but he can start to make up shapes, a dark blur making his way over to him as he still struggles to gather all of his senses. Friend or foe? Was the question on his mind as the figure drew closer and closer, he had almost thought friend until he heard the sound of the hammer click back.

“Dead Now Mother Fucker”

TM had closed his eyes as he felt the barrel of the gun press up against his skull, this was it this was the end. All of that hard work, and all the trials and tribulations struggled and sacrificed for all gone due to a moment of stupidity. All the people that had depended on him, cared for him and in turn all the people he cared about to disappoint them and in turn die for nothing was the hardest part of the moment he was facing. He could see all the faces one after the other in the eyes of his mind, and could only gulp at the thought of the look on Godfather Chairman Roman’s face, Godfather Freeman’s face, and Hope_ oh dear god sweet Hope_, he takes what is his final breathe, making sure the last thought on his mind was her. All he could keep muttering to himself was “Im sorry hun... im so sorry I fucked up”. To die in the service of his City or his beloved ones, a status of honour what any loyal soldier strives to achieve in the end. But he would die alone hands and knees in the dirt like so many of his own victims. He was ready, he was helpless and he only wished he could see his friends, his beloved one last time. Regret filling him...

*Click* “What in the fuck”

Is what he hears before his eyes opened Jammed the gun jammed... by the gods above by whatever miracle just befallen him the mother fucking gun jammed. His own pistol just a few yards away but he is stopped when he tries to reach for it. A mele between both men begins, each side trading blows. One thing about TM, moments of one on one contest personal to him, and each time he is hit the more and more of his rage grows. Stopping the butt of the jammed gun from being brought down on his face as he reaches for a rock nearby slamming it against the temple of his would be assassin. Another strike caused they guy to fall over to TM’s side as he crawls over and begins to strike the man again, and again and again. Not stopping until his victim is a puddle of blood, teeth and brain matter. Not even twitching anymore as TM rolls to his side to catch his breathe. Retrieving his own fire arm he returns to his feet managing to catch a couple more of the petty street gangsters coming out of the garage to investigate the commotion. He was cut off, but in the moment could find some barrels to take cover behind. Returning fire when he can, in the back of his mind he can only pray for anyone to arrive to help him. This job clearly too big for him on his own, but with sure will power he would see it to the end or die. Just like he almost did. The discipline of the mafioso playing key as he seems to hit his targets before the street thugs can fire off any shots, even so he found it amusing how some would hold their pistols to the side. All TM could do is chuckle and fire back, wondering how in the fuck they could hit anything.