Kenny was sitting in his couch on his apartment waiting for a phone call. It was the beginning of the morning and he was already with his bottle of whiskey in hands. After the death of his best friend Aleks Tomson, Kenny went crazy on the alcohol, even got hammered one night and woke up on the cemetery, a thing that didn't happened in months. He had a cigarette between his index and middle finger and was leaning against the couch, looking outside through the window.

The phone call he was waiting was from a man called Anthony Soprano, a new business partner. Kenny and him met in a dice game in the NY Casino and they talked about business and how House is mean and a particular topic was discussed: Cocaine. Anthony told Kenny that he had a supply of the best Cocaine money could buy coming from Colombia. He told Kenny a story of a time when Anthony was in South America and did a dangerous job for a dangerous drug lord from Colombia. A few months later, he went to the US and this particular drug lord chose to pay him with a lot of cocaine. They didn't discussed all the details of the delivery but Kenny knew Anthony was going to ask for his help. They agreed to talk later. Since Detroit was an empty city at this time, a truck full of Cocaine to be sold there would be very profitable because there wasn't enough mobsters to move the drug in the city and sell, so it was a place where big money could be made. Kenny planned on suggesting that when Anthony calls him.

The phone rang and Kenny quickly got up from his couch, he placed the bottle on the nightstand, next to the phone and picked it up.

"Kenny here." He said then took a drag out of his cigarette.

"It's Tony. Let's meet in Charlie's bar. We'll talk the details of the deal."

Kenny hung up the phone and walked towards the exit of his apartment. He grabbed his coat and placed it on his shoulders. He opened the door and then closed it with the key. Kenny made his way to the garage where his car was parked, he got in, turned the engine on and drove off to the place of the meeting.

Kenny arrived at the bar Anthony_Soprano mentioned at 10 AM. He walked in and immediately made his way to where they kept the booze. He sat on a stool, placed his coat on the counter and ordered four shots of whiskey, three for him and one for Anthony. The bartender nodded and went to pick up his order. Kenny reached for his wallet and pulled 50$ and placed it in front of him, already paying for the full bottle cause he knows he'll drink all of it. He looked aroun, looking for Anthony but didn't spotted him, he probably was late. Kenny pulled an ashtray closer to him and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, he lit one and took a drag out of it while the bartender served the four shots of whiskey. Kenny expelled the smoke out of his lungs and grabbed a glass and necked it down.

"Strong drinker ain't ya." Said Anthony, pulling a stool closer to Kenny and sitting next to him. He smiled at the sight of the whiskey. He grabbed a glass and took some sips out of it. Kenny looked at him with the corner of his eye and necked down another shot.

"So, what's this job you want to talk about?" Kenny asked placing the cigarette on his lips and looking at Anthony. The man took a few more sips out of his glass and started talking.

"So as I said a Colombian drug lord will pay me with lots of coke. They'll deliver it in Philly docks tomorrow. I could use some more protection. I'll give you 10% of the coke."

Kenny grabbed the last shot of whiskey and drank it. He shook his head and looked at Anthony.

"Detroit has high demand for coke right now since there isn't any families running drug rings there. We can put the coke in a truck and drive to Detroit and sell to the dealers. They'll pay double for it since there isn't much Coke left there." Kenny raised his finger, asking for four more shots of whiskey, the bartender nodded and filled the four glasses. "I have a truck in Philly. I have some boys who works for me in Philly. We can make a lot of money in Detroit. But I ain't accepting this shit 10%. I want 50/50."

Anthony scratched his chin and thought about the proposition. He was a smart man and knew that deal would be profitable. He finished his glass of whiskey and grabbed another while looking at Kenny.

"I like the idea. Can you make it to Philly today? And you sure it's safe to drive from there to Detroit? It's a long road filled with cops."

"I can be in Philly tonight." Kenny said drinking another glass and taking a drag out of the cigarette. "I have the local police on the payroll. I also have a route where they don't patrol. Only problem is if the FBN get us. Then we'll be in trouble."

"And where is this route?" Anthony asked, curious.

"In my apartment in Brooklyn. We can go there once I finish my drinks. I have a copy so you can study the route."

Anthony nodded and lit a Cuban cigar while Kenny finished his drinks. The bartender grabbed the 50$ and placed it on the cash register while Kenny necked the last shot down. He got up, grabbed his coat and tilted his head towards the exit, Anthony followed.

"I hope you don't mind the mess." Kenny said while opening the door to his apartment, both men walked in and the place was a true mess, clothes all around, bottles of whiskey laying on the ground, cigarette butts all over the place and a horrible smell of tobacco all around the apartment. Kenny walked towards his wardrobe and opened the biggest drawer, grabbing a rolled up map. He walked towards the table and opened it up. Kenny had the police of Detroit on his payroll, the problem will be hauling all the Coke to Detroit since the roads were known to be patrolled by the FEDs from time to time, and there is no bribing the federals. Kenny walks towards the end of his table and grabs a pack of his cigarette, slipping one out. He drives it on his lips and lights it. He takes a long drag out of it.

"I transport alcohol from Philly to Detroit and Chicago. I've never been stopped by the cops before. We can use the same means that I use. Two in the truck - Me and Jimmy, my guard. He is solid, we can trust him. You get yourself plus three boys in the escort car." Kenny places the cigarette on his lips and leans forward on the table to explain the map to Anthony.

"See the red lining?" He places his index finger on the Philly part of the map then follows the red lining with his index finger. "This is the path I use to haul my booze over to Detroit. We stay off the main road - less trouble this way since the local police are on the payroll. We only take the main road in here." He places his index finger in the middle between Philly and Detroit. "We are forced to take the main road there. And it's the only time where shit could happen. There are rumors that the FEDs patrol that area undercover. If we get stopped we don't have any choice but to kill them." Kenny looks at Anthony, who seems to be understanding what he is explaining. He closes the map and hands it over to him. "I already have the path on my mind, Jimmy has too. Keep to yourself and study it a bit."

Kenny walks towards the phone and dials Jimmy's number. The man picks it up.

"Hey, Jim. Anthony's truck is around?" Kenny asks the man, Anthony looks over at him and raises his eyebrow. "My brother is called Anthony too." Kenny says. He always keeps a truck parked nearby all his three bars. Jimmy says that its parked on the place they agreed.

"Alright, we have a gig tomorrow. Get some gas on the truck and meet me in front of the bakery. Full tank, alright?" Jimmy says ok and hangs up to do what he was told, Kenny walks back to his table and grabs bottle a bottle of whiskey, taking a long sip out of it. He sits on the table and looks at Anthony.

"So, we need to load up the truck with the Coke when it's getting dark then travel to Detroit at night. Better when it's after 11 PM. I'll catch a flight to Philly in the afternoon. We can meet at my bar in Philadelphia where my truck is parked, from there we can go to the docks and load it up."

Anthony nodded and they said their goodbyes, Kenny stayed in his apartment for a few more hours before packing a little bag and heading over to the airport to catch a plane to Philly.

Kenny arrived at his bar on South Philly to meet with his guard Jimmy and Anthony. Jimmy was already there because he used to sleep on the backroom of the bar since he didn't had enough money to afford an apartment. Kenny walked in the bar and into the backroom, where Jimmy was seated on the couch where he sleeps. Kenny walked towards the little bar and grabbed a bottle of rum, he opened it and handed it over to Jimmy.

"Good morning sunshine!" Kenny smiled as Jimmy grabbed the bottle and took a swig out of it. Kenny walked to the bathroom and washed his face while speaking loudly so Jimmy could hear. "Ready for the gig today? It's going to be complicated." Kenny exited the bathroom and walked towards Jimmy, he sat on the nearby table while the man took some more sips out of the bottle and got up from the couch.

"What's the plan?" Jimmy asked rubbing his hand against his face and handing the bottle over to Kenny. He took a swig out of it and began explaining.

"First we get the truck and pick up Anthony, then we go to the docks. Philly police is on the payroll so it should be an easy job. The problem it's going to be where we need to take the main road to Detroit. Rumors are that undercover FEDs are patrolling that area so if we get stopped we'll have to pop 'em.

Jimmy nodded signaling that he understands.

"Go and get ready, I'll mingle a bit at the bar." Kenny said leaving the backroom of his establishment. He looked around, there isn't much movement lately in his Philly bar, nonetheless he sees a lady alone and goes embarrass himself trying to flirt. 

"I need to get going, nice talking with ya!" Kenny said as he spots Jimmy leaving the backroom. He gets up from his seat and gives the lady a wink and walks towards the exit of the bar with a cigarette dangling on his lips, Jimmy followed. Anthony was supposed to be there already but as usual he was a bit late so Kenny and Jimmy hung out a bit in the front of the old bakery where Kenny's bar is hidden. After a few minutes a black car arrived, a guy opened the passenger seat and from there Anthony left the car. He was smoking his Cuban cigarettes as he tipped his guards with 100$. The guard thanked him and went to the driver's seat, driving off into the direction of the docks.

"Good to see you Anthony. Walk with us, the truck is parked nearby." Kenny said, starting to walk. Anthony and Jimmy followed him. A few steps they were where the truck was parked, Kenny threw the key to Jimmy and he opened the back of the truck. Kenny signaled to Anthony to take a look.

"Lots of space, right?" Kenny asked, trying to boast.

"Didn't thought a shit truck like this one would have a big compartment." Anthony sent a sarcastic smile to Kenny who showed him the middle finger and laughed. Kenny closed the door and walked towards the passenger seat of the truck with Anthony while Jimmy jumped on the drivers seat. They sat there as Jimmy drove off in the direction of the docks. There was some time to discuss how the job would go.

"These Colombian guys, you trust them? They ain't going to try anything?" Kenny asked lighting a cigarette, he asked Anthony to roll down the windows and he did.

"They know better than to fuck with me." Anthony said, finishing rolling down the window. He reached for his pockets and grabbed another Cuban cigar while Kenny extended the lighter to him. He lit his cigar and continued speaking. "Also, it's a gift. The job I did for that drug lord made him win some kind of turf war he was losing. He was very grateful."

Kenny was impressed. He heard of Colombian gangsters and drug lords and how ruthless and cruel they are. For Anthony to be involved with them means he is the same, but a ruthless and cruel man it's exactly what Kenny likes on an ally, because that's what he is too. A few more minutes and they were in the entrance of the docks. Kenny and Anthony jumped off the truck and went to talk with the guard.

"What's up, mate?" Kenny said, searching his pockets. He grabbed 100$ from it and handed it to the guard. "Good to see you're still working here. Hows the family?"

"Good, good. What business do you have here?" The guard asked as he grabbed the 100$ from Kenny.

"A coke delivery so keep an eye out for cops and anyone who looks sketchy. We'll be in and out. Send your boy if something weird happens."

The guard nodded as he opened the gate and Jimmy drove in, Kenny and Anthony followed the truck, finishing their smokes and talking.

Jimmy parked the truck outside a warehouse where the meeting was supposed to take place. As he parked, he turned off the engine and threw the key to Kenny, who walked to the back of the truck and opened the compartment. Kenny ordered Jimmy to stay at the truck and keep watch for trouble, he nodded then Kenny and Anthony walked to the left door of the warehouse, they opened it and saw three men standing next to five yellow crates. Kenny approached them with Anthony, slowly. As they were close enough, Anthony opened a smile and hugged the three guys, they seemed like good friends. The guy who looked like it was in charge of the delivery opened a crate and there it was, a fuck ton of Colombian cocaine.

"You want a taste?" Said the man, pulling a knife from his waist. Anthony shook his head. "I trust you guys. So, help us load the truck?" The men nodded as two went running to open the big warehouse door, Anthony and the man in charge started speaking spanish and Kenny had no clue on what they were talking about. He just lit a cigarette and waited for the other men to come back. When they arrived, both of them grabbed a crate and carried it to the truck, Jimmy came to help. Kenny placed the cigarette on his lips and went with Jimmy to pick up a crate and bring it to the truck. Anthony and the other men did the same as the other two came back to pick up another.

"That's heavy as fuck!" Jimmy said. "Anthony did promised a lot of coke" They placed the crate on the back of the truck and Kenny jumped in to organize the crates. He pushed them to the end of the compartment, the five of them. He grabbed a rope and tied all crates together then tied the rope to the compartment's hook. It was tight so even if someone hits them the cocaine would be safe. Kenny jumped off the truck and went back to the warehouse to meet the delivery men.

"So, I know it is a gift but accept this." Kenny grabbed his wallet and pulled a lot of bills, combining 600$ "A tip, share among yourselves." The man in charge grabbed the money and thanked Kenny. They said their goodbyes and made their way back to the truck. It was the end of the afternoon so they would have to drive to Detroit soon.

"Drive us to the bar, Jimmy."

They arrived at the Russo's bar in South Philly and it was already dark in the night. Kenny agreed to meet some of his biker friends of a motorcycle club in Philly to do them an escort. Kenny jumped off the truck and walked towards the entrance of his bar where he saw a lot of bikes parked. He opened the door and found the bikers seating on a table having some drinks, Kenny approached them and sat next to the president of the club. The man handed him a bottle of whiskey and Kenny took a swig before saying.

"Truck is loaded and we are ready to go, are you guys?" Kenny asked looking at the unknown biker faces. Kenny was only friends with the president and the vice president, the rest he didn't knew. It was a dream of Kenny to join a motorcycle club and hit the road with friends, feel the wind on his face but his rank in the mafia wouldn't allow that. He always needs to keep catching planes and keep moving.

"We're born ready." The president drank a shot of whiskey and got up. "Move your lazy asses to the bikes! Kenny is here." All of the bikers finished their drinks quickly and went outside, Kenny and Phillip waited until the last man left and then they exited the bar.

"So, what's the plan?" Phillip asked lighting too cigarettes, he gave one to Kenny who placed it on his lips and started talking.

"I want you and your best guy near the truck and the rest a mile away from us. If you see that shit hit the fan you turn back and rally your boys to help out. We'll not fight back until you guys arrive. Jackson knows the route so let him lead."

Phillip nodded and went to talk with his guys and let them know how the plan is going to be. Kenny walked back to the truck where Anthony was chatting with Jimmy and Kenny told them to get on the truck, they did, Jimmy drove off slowly as Phillip followed with his bike on the right side and his best man was on the left side. As they turned the corner the other bikes started following.

The travel was quiet until certain point. The plan was when they reached the road where FEDs used to patrol, the bikers would keep some distance from the truck. They kept driving and Kenny kept his eye open for any suspicious car. They were near the end of the road when they reached a roadblock made by the police. Jimmy stopped the truck and Kenny told them to chill and stay calm. He jumped off the truck and walked towards the police officer who was making his way to Kenny.

"Officer? What seems to be the problem?" Kenny asked, extending his hand. He bribed the police officers that patrol this road, so he wasn't worried.

"Mr Russo, I'm sorry. We have FEDs on the department. They caught a hint about you and your boys and ordered us to roadblock here and stop you guys." He tilted his head towards a guy who was wearing a black suit walking towards them. "That's him."

"What's your name, boy?" Kenny asked the young police officer. "It.. it's John, sir." He fearfully replied. He wasn't a dumb guy. He knew what was about to happen.

"Do yourself a favor and say that your kid is in the hospital." The FED arrived, looking at the truck. Kenny smiled at him and said. "Hey sir! Hows it going? There is something wrong?"

"We received an anonymous tip about someone moving coke in a truck yesterday. We're stopping all trucks going to Detroit. So, mind if we have a look?"

"Of course sir, follow me. Jim! Throw me the key to the back of the truck." Jimmy threw the key and Kenny grabbed it. He walked side by side with the guy with in the suit. He left his gun on his truck, so he would've to deal with him on the old-fashioned melee way. They arrived at the back of the truck and Kenny opened it. Showing all the crates to the federal agent.