"We Got a Job for you Charles, The 12th Street Gang of Papa Franco want to buy 70 Units of Cocaine at $50,000 Per Unit, this is big money and we want you on it understand? The Boss wants no more fuck-ups!"

Timeline: After The Detroit Job

Charlie remembered the note he had gotten when he had stopped over at the Blackhawk Restaurant, it was a nice little place that he hoped to have a date soon, but for now, he had a job that needed doing for his Boss, Marie Lucania. Something that was so important, they give a Lincoln K Series Car, to which it was reinforced slightly, but only just, as to not arouse suspicion from Local Law Enforcement.

Charles was dressed in his classic black Leather Jacket with the sleeves rolled up, which showed off the scars that his father had given him. His hand had run over the scars with a shuddering breath, almost not wanting to reveal it, but he knew that he would not feel comfortable with the full long sleeve and instead opted to roll them up. 

"Another day, Another run for the Lucania Drug Mule...what a joy"

Charlie looked across from him to find a Duffel Bag that was worn and looked to fit its brown leather material. Charlie shook his head to himself, finding that he did not know what to do, he had to run this bag of cocaine, but he knew if he was caught, even his CA would not be able to get him off this one, there were 70 Units of Cocaine in this bag, worth 3.5 Million Dollars, Charlie could take the bag and run.

Only he had something to prove, he was ready to prove he could be the son that people would want and tell him that he did well. Charlie sighed, picking up the rather heavy Duffel Bag filled with Coke and maneuvered it so that it lay on his shoulder. Charlie walked out of his apartment, knowing that he would be followed to the meet with a rather Heavily Armed Escort of Gunmen...

The Meet

"It's all there Papa Franco, Don Marie Lucania does not wish to break good faith, she is not like the common thug, please do hand over the cash, so that I may leave this cesspool of a Social Club..."

Charlie had whispered softly out towards The Boss of the 12th Gang, who looked like he wanted to beat the little shit down, but he knew that this guy was easily connected with many people and before he could lay a hand on him, his men would open fire and he would be strung up around the room like Party Decorations...

"You know, there is such a thing as Respect boy, I've forgotten more about this business then you'll ever fucking learn!"

Charlie bit his tongue to keep from saying a witty retort, knowing that nothing could be truly good between the 12th Street Gang and Chicago if he kept up with his cheek. Charlie leaned back into the booth, knowing that this was going to be nothing but spectacular, he looked as The 12th Gang started to count the units with such an incredibly slow pace that Charlie was sure he could get a Meatball Sub from Philly and still they would be counting 5 Units.

"You know...there is such a thing as trust, Marie Lucania oversaw the packaging of this delicate cocaine, she did not want anybody skimming!"

Charlie watched as Papa Franco was about to retort, but only a Gun Loading was heard from behind them, Charlie with wide eyes, immediately ducked, his trauma of being shot at and stabbed coming back to him like wave after wave, Multiple men had already been killed on both sides and yet, Charlie wished to know who was attacking, who had gotten info on the deal?!?

"Protect The Package! Protect The Package!"

Charlie heard the voices of The Chicago Enforcers, knowing that they were among the best that Marie Lucania had to offer in terms of security. Charlie was crawling towards the back exit, but before he truly made it out, he noticed the Money and Cocaine laying untouched, still in the Duffel Bag and Briefcase.

Charlie lived up to his nickname as he latched his hands onto the items with ease and started to sprint out of the Club, knowing that something was too happen, Charlie had quickly ditched the Briefcase and Duffel Bag in an alleyway, knowing that he could not be seen carrying this much money and drugs, in case the cops asked to search.

"Shit...Who the fuck-"

Charlie was cut off as a shot was heard, but Charlie did not hear it, because he was in too much pain to care, his body felt like it was on fire. Looking down, Charlie noticed a bullet wound in his stomach, He was still standing and turned around to find a man of obvious Latino descent looking at him with a blank face, until another shot rang out and Charlie fell back onto the floor with an almost deafening thud, his breathing was so shallow that one would think he was dead...

Charlie Pavanno lay bleeding out once more and would he survive this encounter? Or would this be his final resting place...?

It was that time of the day Lo found the street very peaceful. She liked to talk a walk, every evening, after work without fail just to enjoy life. She was not expecting to find a boy struggling with it. She said boy and she was exagerating - he was not much older than 17, she was sure. Lo wasn't much older, but something about this man-boy reminded her of her late brother Francis. She had not been able to save him then, but she wouldn't let this person suffer the same faith.

He had been shot in the gut and was now lying in a pool of his own blood. Lo was scared she hadn't made it in time but still she decided to do the best she could. She ripped a piece of her dresses' hem making it revealing short and applied pressure to the area when, at the same time, she was trying to keep the boy awake. He didn't talk, but was responding to voice commands. She managed to tie the fabric around his stomach and, with all will and might, she dragged him towards the back room of her book store that doubled as a medical room. Lo let him rest on top of the table and she started to work - she needed to remove the bullet.

Nasty things, bullets. If he was lucky it would still be intact, if he was not... all she could do was pray. She grabbed the scalpel and did a deep cut for her to be able to reach the metal death wish. He was bleeding like a bloody fountain on the inside and she just hoped he didn't need to stitch a vein. She didn't had the tools for that! Turns out God was on his side and the bleeding was nothing special and the bullet was intact.

'I hope you know how lucky you were' - Lo said to the semi conscient boy - 'We'll talk when you wake up'. And then he closed his eyes again, drifting into sleep.

Groaning as he awoke, Charlie's vision was blurry, his eyes adjusting to the light that shone down on him like it was picking him out of a crowd. Charlie tried to sit up but found that he was in too much pain to even do so, although he believed that he would have died in the alleyway, it seems someone had enough heart to save him, something that he did not entirely like. 

Charlie looked to the side, finding himself looking at a small bedside table that held medical equipment and some cloth, the cloth was blood-soaked and he guessed that it was his, because who else would have come to a back room for medical attention? Of course, he found himself questioning, who was the one that patched him up?

"Hello, is anyone there!?"

Charlie wildly yelled, hoping that he was going to find a response to his calls, but the only thing he heard was the creeky opening of the backroom door, he heard the wooden floors of the backroom let out a whine, almost as if stepped on a little hard, Charlie looked up, finding himself looking at the woman who saved him and the only thing he could say was,

"Who in the fuck are you?"