Wednesday 9:38 pm, Interrogation Location

A large garage door slowly opened upward as John bent over and made his way underneath it. He was wiping the blood off his hands when Coltrane's motorcade pulled up in front. With a flick of the wrist John sent the rag tumbling off into the garbage heap next to the garage door. A man jumped out of the car and opened up the back door for Coltrane to step out. He quickly waved the man off...

"How many times do I have to tell you to cut that shit out? I can open my own damn door." He shook his head at the man.

John scowled at Coltrane as he approached....

"...and you, what are you looking at? Huh?" The two kept a serious tone for a moment more before laughing and embracing, "So John how has it been going? What news do you have for me?"

"Well, even though we thought that Wise Guy was just out of the loop. I think after having a conversation with a Capo from this new Waterfront crew that their intel on us just ain't too good." John motioned for Colt to step into the garage first.

"You're sure of this? I mean how do you know for sure?" Colt was concerned about this new threat in their city.

John smiled, "I made the bastard sing a sweet sweet song of information for me Colt. Some of his info matched up on locations or business fronts, but when it came to the structuring of our whole organization here in Seattle......well let's just say he didn't know shit. This was the top Capo for those fucks so if his information is all over the place that means they came here without much of a plan to truly take us out or do any damage."

Colt nodded as he walked up to the Capo who was sitting motionless in the chair. After circling him and observing the damage John had done he turned back to him....

"So...did you kill him?" Colt seemed....satisfied, but also a bit disappointed.

John took a few quick steps and put the end of his cigar on the mans arm....

"Ahhhhhh, fuck!" The man came to life breathing heavily, "Why? I already told you what you wanted to know!"

"Well it ain't about me feller, it's about talking to the big man in charge. Which as I kept trying to tell you it ain't me or Marcella. You got your districts all turned around." John shrugged at Coltrane, "Also, why would the Walker Brand be run by somebody named Robert Morris? You assholes really don't know anything about what's happening here in Seattle do ya?"

"I just know what the intel that our boss got before we made the move into this territory from down south. We were a decent sized crew of about twenty five or so before we brought on a bunch of goombas and gangsters after our arrival. He wanted to bolster the ranks a bit. But I already told you all this!" The man was distraught. 

"I know. I just wanted Coltrane to hear some of it for himself before we said our goodbyes." He pretended to wipe a tear from his face.

"No no no no....you said you'd let me live and release me once you took out my boss!" John rubbed his chin and then look at Coltrane.

"I guess I did say that, but that was also under the pretense that somehow I was running this city like he thought I was. But that ain't the case so....I guess that promise don't mean shit now. Unless my Godfather Chairmen is feeling generous today?" He gestured at Coltrane as he walked in front of the man.

"No. No I am not." He quickly pulled the gun from his holster, placed it to the man's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

Sunday 7:22 am, Secret Apartment

It had been a few days since John and Coltrane met to discuss the intelligence he had been gathering for their counter-measures against this new crew in Seattle. This morning he was woken up at the empty apartment where he was hiding out with a few men by a phone ringing non-stop. Eventually one of his men got up to answer it....."Hello?".....There was a slight pause before he came back into the room.

"It's for you boss. Sounds urgent and it's one of Coltrane's guys." John jumped up out of bed in nothing but his cowboy hat and a cigar in his mouth. 

The phone felt like it was a thousand feet away once he heard it was urgent and it wasn't Coltrane calling directly himself, "Hello? What's happened?"

"No worries John, so you can calm down. Colt wanted me to call you and let you know that he is ready for an attack on one of their main hubs of operation down near the docks. A distillery that they set up to counter the Walker Brand's output." John remembered the place as they had scoped it out on Friday evening. 

"Okay, where does he want me to meet him?" John waved for his guy to grab his pants.

"Actually I'm supposed to meet you and drive you there myself. He already has a miniature army here so he just wants you and maybe one other guy." John felt a bit of concern at the request, "So you said 'here' so can I speak to Colt?"

"Sorry, I'm at a payphone down the block since there isn't a fuckin phone in the building we're hiding out in. It's an old warehouse building that was pure storage. No office or nothin." He paused for a moment, "Well can you give me your location so I don't have to go bother Colt again? I'll be there as soon as I can with a nice ride."

"Yeah sure, I'll give the phone off to my guy Pedro and start to get my shit together." John handed it off to Pedro to finish off the conversation.

Sunday 8:07 am, Sidewalk outside the apartment

The car pulled up out front after a short wait on the sidewalk. John and Pedro got in the back since the two front seats were already taken by the men sent to pick them up. John nodded at them and began to just look out the window as they drove on. After about fifteen minutes in the car John decided to take a look back up at their new friends in the front seats...

"So, you two new or somethin? I feel like I ain't seen you fellers before." John slowly put his hand on his holster without notice. 

"Not that new, I mean we got hired just before this new threat showed up." The Driver pointed out to John, "So we know you're John Marston, is that William Walker next to ya? We haven't met him yet."

The question was a bit odd to John, but he figured he'd keep digging now that he was a bit concerned....

"No, this is Pedro. One of my bodyguards and trusted guys. Wouldn't William already be there or on his way?" Pedro caught on to John's suspicious questioning.

The car suddenly turned left into a parking lot outside an old warehouse, but before the conversation could continue the car stopped and the two men turned around guns drawn. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as John turned to Pedro and then back to the men in front of them. He didn't want to get captured or killed, but he also didn't want to risk Pedro's life either.

"Well if this isn't Mr. Walker then I guess we don't need him..." Before John could get his gun out the passenger pulled the trigger and scattered Pedro's brain and blood across the back window. 

John's revolver was halfway out of the holster when the driver swung at him and then all John could see was the darkness of his eyelids.....

Unknown Time, Unknown Location...

John woke up with a bag over his head and voices whispering nearby....

"Hey! HEY! You fellers gonna let a man get some fresh air? This bag has the scent of possibly being used already. You can't even afford new bags for captives!?" A fist found it's way to his gut cutting him off and the bag was pulled off his head.

The only thing John could see in front of his was water as he was inside what must have been some sort of boat house as there were docks inside the structure. He couldn't hear any other noises besides the water and a few birds floating upon the the small waves that were knocking into the building. 

"You can shut your clever little mouth Marston. We'll ask the questions soon enough and you can start talking as much as you want then." The man draped the sack over John's shoulder and walked away.

"Well fuck me..." John said under his breath.