Trucks would always come and go within Philly. They brought in most of the main sources of booze and cigarettes that weren't supposed to be getting sold within the city. With prohibition becoming an even bigger pain in the ass these days, people were finding it harder to get hold of the stuff.

Eddie had began his own little business enterprise in producing his own whiskey, Stobart's Finest, and selling it within Philly and some of the other major cities of the country. He'd been making this and making these runs for the past few weeks now and it had proven itself to be a massive hit with business coming to him from all directions. Everyone was beginning to want a piece of the action that he had going on right now.

Figuring that this business was now a success, Eddie wanted to branch out a little bit. He knew that he needed to start selling various items to keep the custom coming his way, and he figured that cigarettes would be a big hit to go along with the whiskey. That's when it had hit him. He was going to hijack one of the biggest cigarette delivers within the country, and it would be passing right through Philly in a couple of days.

Eddie picked up the telephone at his apartment, and he started dialling the phone number of William_Bowden to bring this plan to his attention.

"Mr Bowden, Eddie Stobart here. Can you meet me down at Stobart's? We got business to attend to, and I have something that I think you're going to be a big fan of."

After several more minutes of talking on the telephone, Eddie hangs up the receiver and puts on his jacket. He lights himself up a cigarette, inhales the smoke and places the lighter back inside of his pocket. Heading out the door, he begins to whistle to himself lowly then makes his way outside, gets into his car and heads down to Stobart's to have his meeting with Mr Bowden.

Sounds like Mr. Stobart has another business plan. Having seen the success of his whiskey shipments, it was certainly a point of interest to check it out. William's business rarely gave him pause these days, but some of the day's tasks could certainly be delayed for a Stobart plan. The man always seemed to have a way with money and with both of their stars rising as they had been, enabling his schemes would only serve to keep the momentum going.

So it was that William Bowden found himself arriving at Stobart's Distribution a short time later. He nodded at the doorman and once again took in the sight of the bustling business as he passed to the back of the house and Eddie's office. It seemed this place was bigger and more full of people and crates every time he passed through.

"Mr. Stobart it's good to see you. I trust you're about to tell me how you can make us filthy rich?"

William had found his way down to Stobart's as Eddie had requested, and he found Eddie sitting in his office drinking the usual whiskey. He was talking with fbn agent Daniel O'Mullan which seemed to make William raise an eyebrow to question what Eddie was doing with a fed in his office, which was right opposite a warehouse full of illegal liquor. 

Eddie flashed William a smile, then stood up and drained the rest of the whiskey that was in his glass he was drinking from. He fastened up the buttons on his jacket and held a hand up to show the agent where the door was.

"Now Mr O'Mullan, if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to. I'll be in touch."

The agent grimaced slightly then turned on his heels and stormed out of the office and out of Stobart's Distribution. Eddie resumed smiling at William and held his hand to the now vacant chair and respectfully ushered William into it. Eddie went to the small round table that was in the corner of the room behind his desk and filled up another glass of whiskey for his associate.

He brought the drink over to the desk and set it down in front of William. Sitting back down himself, Eddie ignites the end of a cigarette and inhales some of the smoke, looking William in the eyes. He places the cigarette between his fingertips then points his fingers in Williams direction, although not in a rude or mocking manner.

"Mr Bowden, you are correct. I have something that could potentially make us fucking millionaires. If you're interested I can go into the details for you."

Seated at the desk, William could smell trouble. He'd always made a point to keep his visits with the FBN strictly to those he planned. He hoped that Eddie's plan would be worth it, and somehow he suspected it would, but caution was advisable in such moments. He picked up the glass and took a slow sip of the fine fluid inside.

"I think you'd better. I don't like guessing about men in uniform." 

William gently swirled the glass of whiskey and thought about the profits they'd made from the existing racket. An FBN agent was a risk this close to production but Eddie wasn't the sort to take foolish risks. He must really have a hell of an idea.

It looked like William was in. Eddie knew that he could always rely on William as he was yet to let him down for anything. Anytime Eddie had a business proposal for him, he was usually in and would always come good for Eddie and his masterplans.

So Eddie started to divulge in his newest scheme to make them a lot of money, and he was hoping that William would be interested in the latest plan. It would be a simple plan, but one that could prove tricky to follow. But as long as they had the right guys for the job, Eddie reckoned that they could pull it off with ease.

"Alright, so as you're more than likely already aware there is trucks coming in and out of Philly lately owned and financed by none other than Fred Allen. Mr Allen you'll remember was the former Mayor's aide and was a right horrible bastard."

"Anyway, there is a certain truck that will be coming through Philly in a couple of days. This truck is going to be filled with cigarettes, and a couple of hundred thousand worth of gold bars. I think that with the right hired guys, and a solid plan we can heist the truck and bring it back here to Stobart's."

"From there we can sell off what was stolen, and split the proceeds. Of course, Mr Mezzo takes a cut and we all go home richer than the monopoly fucking man. Whadda'ya think eh?"

Eddie wasn't exactly sure why he was asking if William was in or out. He fucking knew the guy was in, he was always in. The both of them was in the money making business after all.