It was no secret that Seattle was a major hub for alcohol distribution during prohibition. Being so close to Canada where Alcohol was still legal made it a choice stop for most runners. There was a lot of money involved which sparked the interest of MickeyAnderson and his Malicious Enterprises. Mickey had set up a squad of cars that would run the liquor out of Canada to his distribution center in Ballard. Everything was going smoothly till a few of his vehicles were torched and couple others were impounded by G-Men. Now Mickey running low on transportation which was effecting his bottom line he called up IllFated to straighten it out.

Ill got the message to meet with Mickey in his office. Mickey rarely called meetings in his office unless someone was getting their button. He already got his button and was part of the family, so he couldn't figure out why the meeting was being called. It really didn't matter Mickey wanted Ill there so he was there. He made it to the office and Mickey looked disgusted. The two men had a sit down trying to resolve the issue at hand. Someone was trying to put Mickey's operation out of business. All Ill wanted was a name but that's not what Mickey wanted, he wanted Ill to retrieve a few more vehicles to keep the operation running smoothly like it was. He explained that he needed wheels to keep the booze flowing.

Ill told Bruno to round up a few guys and meet him in the headquarter bar. Ill was already behind the bar searching for that aged bottle of whiskey him and Mickey always drank. He heard some noise looked up and seen Bruno walking in with some of the men from the crew. Taking another look he found the bottle grabbed it and set it on top of the bar with a smile. He than grabbed a few glasses than set them next to the bottle.

He looked over to the men and said "Mickey got a hold of me told me to round up a few of the men he had a special job for us to do." he paused for second looking at everyone. "I'm not sure if you guys have heard through the grapevine but Boss has lost some of his vehicles for the bootleg operation hes been running. He's pissed off, he don't know what the fuck happened to them, some disappeared and a couple others were set on fire. We're not sure whether the g-men lit them up or rival bootleggers but he needs us to round up some cars. He said there's one rule DO NOT steal any vehicles from any other mafia faction." He than started to spread the glasses out on the bar top one for each of the men that showed up. "Last time he sent me out he told me he needed wheels and I jacked 3 sets." Ill pointed over to the corner where the rims and tires sat. "He was pissed! It was my fault I thought he just needed the wheels but he met the whole damn car." Gazing in each of the men's eyes as he spoke. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured some in each glass. "Drink up guys!"

"Now there's a few ways we can do this. We can go around Seattle and grab a few vehicles but that's like shitting where you eat. I say we all jam in one ride go up to Canada where the booze is coming from and jack a few of them up there. If we get them from Canada we can bring them back to Mickey's chop shop and make the big man some more money." Ill sipped his drink "So you guys ready to do this?"

Mr_Hughes had been to Canada as a kid several times with his dad for his business trips. He knew a few places quite well and, having heard that his boss was opening a new business, he decided he was gonna visit a few of his old familiar areas there. 

A few days of scouting, and some well placed hush money scored him a lead on a truck full of Canadas finest hooch. 

Cam was not that new to the crew but he had yet to make his mark and really help with any big scores. He was told to go meet IllFated and that there could be some serious work that would get him noticed in the family. He oiled his gun and put on a long coat and hat. The crew bar was a relaxed place but he wanted to be ready. He went in and took a stool at the bar, getting a glass of the bosses favorite whiskey he sipped at it while the rest of the guys made their way in and sat down.

He listened to what IllFated had to say and when the time came to stand up, he did. "I'm ready to do whatever the family needs!" He slammed back the rest of the whiskey in his glass and smiled at the RHM. "I always wanted to go see Canada anyway"

 A bunch of the crew showed up some headed to Canada immediately. Ill walked out from behind the bar grabbed his coat than walked to the door. As he made his way up to the exit he looked toward the crew stuck his hand in the air waving them on. He watched as everyone finished their drinks and bundled up for the trip up north.

They hustled around back of the headquarter where there were two vehicles warming up ready for the trip. Everyone piled in till there wasn't any room left to breathe.The trucks pulled out off into the icy streets of Seattle heading North to where they crossed the border. It was a long trip and their pass was an old dirt road that was located in the north east from Ballard. They couldn't take the border as most were known felons and would be at the least hassled. They finally made it to the old road and it was covered in snow and ice but they came prepared and chained up the tires. One of the vehicles had a snow plow on the front to clear the path for the ride back.

It was a rough ride that took a few hours but they finally made their way into Canada. First they needed to get cars so they stopped at the nearest populated city. As the trucks stopped everyone began exiting. Some stuck together and some went off on their own but the plan was the same boost a car and meet at the distillery where Mickey's connection would take care of them.

As he hopped out of the truck he buttoned his jacket up all the way and ducked into the nearest alley. Not trying to get seen by the cops he moved in the darkness searching for a vehicle that would be sufficient to use bootlegging but would also bring in a high price at the chop shop. Looking out from the darkness he seen a patrol car and quickly stepped back out of sight. He played hide and seek for a while till finally coming across a Chevy that would be a decent score. Perfect, Ill thought, he walked over to the car trying the doors but they were all locked, lucky for him Mickey showed him a trick to jimmy the door open. He slid a long piece of metal in between the window and the door and with one smooth quick motion the door was unlocked. Now his next problem was starting the motor. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a screwdriver jammed it into the ignition gave it a turn and the engine roared.

He stuck the car in gear and sped off trying to remember the way to the distillery. He took few wrong turns but finally got on the correct path. He turned down one road speeding and the car hit an ice patch. Not phasing him at all he steered right than left till he straightened the car out. He continued down the road till he saw a huge wooden warehouse in the distance. He turned down the muddy driveway and stopped the car and backed it up to a huge sliding door.

IllFated jumped out the car lit up a smoke looked around than walked around to a nearby office. This was Ill's first bootlegging mission Mickey had sent him on so he only heard stories of Liam. With no thought he did exactly as he was told walked up to the door turned the handle walked in and asked for him. A worker pointed to a door in the back where he could find his boss. Ill walked over opened the door and conversated with  Liam for a good half hour before exiting and heading back to his car. Soon after Liam sent some goons over to load him up and they did till the springs were bottoming out. As he was getting ready to leave he heard a couple cars come racing in. He took a look at one of the drivers and nodded as he sped off.

As Ill drove away he felt a chill than realized he could see his breath as he exhaled. He reached over to turn the heater on, waiting a few minutes for the air to warm up and nothing happened. He was no mechanic besides this car was hot on the way to the chop shop so he gave it a swift wack on the heater controls but that had no effect on anything except a pain in his hand. He made a fist brought it to his mouth blowing air into it trying warm it up. He continued down the road for a while and began to smell something, he looked around as he sped down the dirt road towards Washington and noticed a puddle of antifreeze on the passenger side floor, the heater core was leaking. 'FUCK' he thought to himself. Now not paying attention he hit a pot hole in the road popped the rear tire than yelled "FUCK!!". Ill pulled the car over hoping to find a spare tire in the trunk. He got out walked back around to the trunk opened it up so he could unload the crates of whiskey off to the side. Finally he got the last crate out moved  the false trunk floor revealing the spare and all the tools to install it. It took him about 15 minutes in the cold to change the tire and reload everything.

"That's one thing out of the way, now next problem." he said out loud to himself.

He now walked to the front of the car and opened the hood, took a look around and seen the hoses connected to the heater core. Ill went back into the car and took the screwdriver out of the ignition so he could disconnect the hoses to delete the heater. He looked down at the clamps, he had a flat head but they were Philips head, it didn't matter the flat head would suffice. Undoing the hoses and connecting them back to  the water pump he didn't have to worry about the leak anymore. He popped the radiator cap and noticed he was low on fluid, he knew he had two choices melt some snow or pour whiskey into the radiator. With darkness getting ready to fade to sunlight he gave the whiskey a shot and topped off the radiator. With the car rigged up to run he peeled wheels down the dirt road getting sideways before the tires got any traction. He looked ahead and seen the clearing where the paved road started. Putting the pedal to the metal he made it out on the road and cruised to Ballard.

After dropping the car off at Mickey's 'Florist Shop' Ill headed around to Mickey's office. Strolling thru the warehouse with his bodyguards, Ill looked around making sure everything was in order before reporting back to the big guy. He did his normal perimeter walk checking making sure all was secure and entrances were locked, he grabbed one of his hired help and directed him to split up and check the other side to complete the task faster. Going from door to door grabbing the handles pushing and pulling on them the two men met back up towards the Mickey's office.

"Bluto go out front watch the floral shop." IllFated pointed towards the front entrance.

"Bruno take a few guys with you and do an exterior sweep. Make sure there aren't any suspicious vehicles out there and if there is you know what to do." he said with a wink.

"Jimmy John wait here while I speak with Mickey." He instructed his newest guard.

The men all went their separate ways as instructed by their boss. Bluto walked out to front looking around at the flowers making everything was all clear. Jimmy John watched as Ill walked into Mickey's office than turned around with his back to the door looking out to make sure there would be no surprises. Than Bruno exited the building with a team of guards, leaving one man to watch where they exited. The other men that went outside split up in pairs and all went in different directions.

Ill walked into Mickey's office where he found the big man smoking a big fat Cuban cigar sipping a glass of the finest whiskey counting stacks of money. Ill closed the door behind him locked it than continued over to his boss with his hand extended, the two men shook hands and exchanged a quick manly hug. Mickey pointed to the chair in front of his desk, that's when Ill took his jacket off and sat down.

"Looks like business is going good boss!" He said as he looked at piles and piles of money that was being counted.

"I'll tell you what Mickey I was scared the whole time stealing that car almost getting seen by the Canadian Mounties to popping the door with the slim jim. Good thing you showed me that trick or I may have never made it back." he laughed

The men spoke, Mickey offered Ill a cigar and poured him a drink. Biting the end off and putting it in the ashtray he brought the stogie to his lips. He than searched his pockets for a match but before he could find one the boss man whipped out his fancy zippo and gave him a light. They both sipped their drinks and smoked their cigars laughing the entire time.

"Anyway boss man like I was saying I was scared than it turned into Adrenaline as I sped off with the booze down that icy road. I want to go again, I think I am getting addicted but there is only one way to tell." he paused "I want to go again and give it another shot!"

Luc was laying low in Detroit since leaving New Orleans after handling some sensitive business.  He had to put a rival organization in their place so that they didn't screw up everyone else rackets.  Their leader was found dead in a truck flipped over in the woods after he had a few drinks to many according to witnesses.  Luc was down there meeting with a childhood friend Silver Dollar Sam who was now in charge of New Orleans.  Luc had friends in Detroit the Purple gang trusted Luc and Chicago was partners with Luc.  He was among friends and he had the Detroit Combination ensuring his safety to Charlie and Meyer's.  

Luc was with Apples and Popeye having a drink in the Canadian Club.  He smiled as he was the smuggler for seventy percent of Canadian whiskey into the states.  The Purple gang run security for his operations from Canada to Detroit.  Luc felt it was best to keep to himself as he approached the pool tables. While practicing his billiards a beautiful woman in a business suit in high heels with her hair in pig tails walked up to him.  Luc looked up at the woman and smiled asking her how the hell did she know he was here.  Rain smiled and told him that a lady never reveals her secrets.  She even wiggled her hips when she walked over with her pool stick and remember him that he lost once before in this game to her.  Luc smiled as he looked at the ceiling and then whispered to her.  That loss was a win from a certain point of view.  

He watcher her leaning over on the table mid shot and stood up straight puffing out her chest. Flashing a smile at him as he ordered drinks and  a wink at Rain.   She chuckled to herself as she walked around the table before taking her next shoot and winked back at him.   He also laughed a bit as he was impressed by how she carried herself; a woman with class and free to live her life her way.  Sipping his fresh drink as he handed her her drink.  Then he took his shoot and made four in a row, She nodded and took her turn and mad another three in a row as she sunk the eight ball Luc stood in shock as she really did beat him at his game.

a gentlemen approaches him chewing a tooth pick wearing a leather jacket and denim pants. His hair was as greasy and he was cocky looking at Rain up and down as he asked to play a game.  Bently walked over and whispered and the kid went to play at another table as he appologized to Rain for his behavior.   Luc looked at Rain and shrugged his shoulders as she shook her head smiling.   Luc realized that she can not only handle her self well but he had great protection.  Luc reracked the table as she broke and sunk two balls and took solids leaving Luc the stripes.  Luc grinned as he looked at the break.  Rain didn't leave him a shot and she was showing her skills.  

DW walked around the block a few times before he felt comfortable knowing no peering eyes were watching him enter the warehouse.  Of course he had a few men with him but he knew nothing in life is for sure.  

Upon entering he noticed a few goons clutching at there pockets for what he perceived to be guns...he held his hands away from himself, introduced himself and said I think Ill would like to speak with me.  After a few minutes Ill came out of the back room and greeted his friend with a hardy headshake and hug.  DW how are you mate he said.  Not bad was the reply seems you have things going good here my friend.

Heading back to the office Ill offered up a fine brandy to the new upcomer in the crew.  DW took a sip and nodded great approval of this fine cognac.  Reaching into his jacket he produced 2 fine cigars offering one to Ill with a light.   

Ill, DW began I have a propostiton to make you.  Taking another sip of the fine brandy and puff on his cigar, I have a place in the backwoods of PA that can produce some outstanding "white lightning"  I have some excellent connections in Ohio and Kentucky that could make this very profitable for the entire crew.  We would not be stomping on anyones dick where I am talking about.  I would just need a small start up  say 10k and I think we could easily start turning  20k a week that would be YOUR profit...We would also be kicking up a nice dividend to Mickey and of course I would make a few bucks myself.  Extigusihing his cigar and finishing off the excellent brandy DW stood up and said Thank You for the drink. Let me know what you think my friend...Pretty sure we could all benefit off this little experiment.  

Fated was busy rounding his bodyguards up as they were spread out around the 'Florist Shop' on the look out, he noticed Deathwish was on premises. Knowing Deathwish was one of the boss's top earners it peaked his curiosity to see what he was up to. First tho he had to get his men in order and dispatch them how he see fit. He gathered up the troops and they huddled around him as he gave them their daily orders. A few of the men left going about their business while others kept a close eye on Ill. Kicking back in his makeshift office Deathwish entered to have a chat.

"Deathwish, how's it going my man!" Ill said with a smile as he extended his hand

They shook hands and gave out manly hugs. Than Deathwish whispered into Ill's ear they had business to discuss.

"Hey guys back it up, I need to talk privately with Deathwish, over hear!" he told his guards. They knew the deal and backed up giving the men room to talk and also locked down the area making sure there would be no interruptions

Deathwish was giving Ill the run down on the proposition. Ill's eyes got wider and wider running the numbers in his head as if it was a calculator. He stood there nodding and listening carefully. Deathwish handed him a cigar he took it out of the metal container brought it to his nose taking in the smell of a fresh Cuban before lighting it and puffing on the stogie.

"You know me, Im all about that money! Is there any chance I could get a taste test of this white lightening?" knowing already what it tasted like Ill couldnt pass up s sip on that sweet nectar.

"Weather or not you got that sample or not Im in on this..You say it will cost a mere ten thousand to get his up and going" He waved one of his men over and directed him to get Deathwish the startup funds to test the waters out on this latest venture. He came back shortly after passing off the money to DW.

Ill raised his glass in the air looked at DW and said "Heres to fast women fast cash and fast cars!"

They tapped glasses and finished off their drinks than Ill added "And I'll take them in any order!" he said with a chuckle.

DW stood up excused himself for a moment, went to the door and motioned one of his guys over.  Speaking softly to his man, he quickly disappeared.  DW sat back down and small talk was exchanged with Ill.  A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door.  DW knew what that meant strolled over to the door and opened it.  He was handed a small briefcase, he closed the door behind himself and walked back over to Ill's desk.  Laid out the case and opened it...He noticed Ill had a wondered puzzled nervous look on his face.  As DW reached into the case he casually said, "Its not a bomb my friend and laughed a little bit then added however should we ever need one I know an expert"  He produced two fine looking hand made goblets, and a clear enchanting fine designed etched bottle of what looked like water.  Setting the glasses down he popped the cork of the bottle with an explosive sound.  Then gave the bottle a nice surely shake, Ill looked on in amazement as it looks liked thousands of tiny little bubbles were being produced out of water.  DW nodding and almost laughing at the same time, poured out 3 fingers of the "Water" in each glass.  Handed one to Ill and taking up the other for himself he raised his glass and Said "To a great new journey my friend"  Tapped Ill glass and took a nice little drink, Ill stilling looking amazed immediately grabbed his glass and took a quick liitle sip.  

"Damn DW that is good, even better than your cigar he said"  DW Laughed and sat down again saying time for business my friend.

"THis is triple filtered, Top of the Line hooch.  My man  in PA can produce about 5000 gallons of this a week, as he is the BEST at his craft we can cut back the filtering process a bit and produce Very Good, and Good."  Each grade of course just a bit cheaper.  The cash you are fronting me will support a 2nd and 3rd still which will produce the lesser grades but we can sell those to the the ones that cant afford the truly prime stuff.  I have the players in place for distribution.  I have an excellent bookkeeper that will be dropping in to see you probably tomorrow to let you see the actual costs and profits associated with this liitle venture.  

Finshing up his glass DW stands up walks around to Ill who is still somewhat stunned by the pure smoothness of the hooch.  They shake hands and as DW turns to leave he say" The rest of the bottle, the briefcase and glasses are yours to keep my friend oh and of course this is not the way we normally package it.  Laughs turns to leave and as he is by the door looks back and says "Pretty sure this will be a fantastic venture even though Woman are not involved" 

He watched as Deathwish left with his entourage. Picking up the bottle he couldn't help but pour himself a little more before setting it off to the side so MickeyAnderson could get his cut of the bottle. Money was now coming in from all directions North, South, East and West. Thinking about it only made him smile and think  that he needed a bigger mattress to stuff all the cash in. He grabbed his coat threw it on getting ready to make an exit to get on his way back to Canada. Ill wasn't doing it cause he had to, he was going for the pure thrill it.

Getting ready to leave he stuck his thumb and his middle finger in his mouth to whistle to get his guards in order. "Okay guys I want to make another run to Canada. Need to get this show on the road."

The bodyguards followed IllFated, everyone that could fit climbed into the massive panel truck. Ill said shotgun with all he business deals he had going on he didn't he didn't want to have to pay attention to the road also. They took off sliding around corners stopping short at stop signs.

IF looked to the guard who was driving and sternly said "Take it easy pal, we aren't trying to draw attention to us. I don't care if Mickey got them all in his pocket, we use that for bigger things."

He pulled out a stogie, one of them special Cuban's MickeySpillane gave him on the arm. He wound down his window while biting the end off than spit it out. Rolling up the window he stuck the stogie in his mouth grabbed his matches striking it on the dash and lit it. He began puffing on the end while looking at the driver.

"This is your last chance, you really been pushing my buttons lately. Watch the road or be part of it." He said while letting out smoke.

Sitting there Ill watched the road himself and looked back at the driver every few minutes, he had it out for him now. They continued North to the old dirt log road Mickey had secured for safe passage. Now turning down the road at a high rate of speed Ill turned to the driver as he raise an eyebrow. With all the good business deals going on he tried to keep his cool and sat there puffing his cigar and looking out the window. The ash was building on the end of his Cuban so he cracked the window just enough to get the ash out the window. As Fated stuck the cigar out to re leave it of  the ash "BAM" there was a loud crash, the driver hit a pot hole in the road and Ill's cigar smashed the window causing red hot ash all over him. he quickly brushed the hot ashes off himself before it could damage his clothing or burn his skin.

"What the fuck?!?!? Pull this thing over!" he yelled as he pushed his legs against the floor to raise his body off the seat making sure he got all the ash. The truck came to a stop Ill opened his door and hopped out waving for the driver to follow. He had enough told the man to follow him into the woods, the two disappeared right after a loud bang IllFated emerged by himself. He got into the driver seat pulled off and continued the way.

Last time in Canada Ill had seen a church that had a few perfect vehicles that would serve as an excellent bootlegging vehicle. He headed straight there pulling in the crew split up grabbing all the cars. Before heading off to see Liam, Ill made sure that no one had a problem starting the cars. Now it was a long ride to the distillery out in the woods but making the trip before Ill had it memorized. They all followed in a single file line drving cautiously as they seen Ill's temper earlier that night. Finally pulling up to the distillery they all lined up by the rolling door as Ill went to meet Liam. Gone for some time sharing a cigar with the him he showed back up with the workers to load them all up.

Once the last case was loaded in the cars they took off thru the darkness headed back home to Seattle. The ride home was less adventurous than the ride there it was a relief to everyone. Finally turning onto a paved street they left the back woods entering Washington. It wasn't long before they made it to Ballard hiding the cars in Mickey's warehouse. IllFated walked over to the rolling doors closing them quickly while with his heart was racing.

"Safe and sound." he said as they packed it up for the night only to continue again the next morning.