Tristan walked into Eckerds with his attroney Popavich and four members of his secruity team.  The manager met them at the door and introduced himself as Aaron Grasso an hand picked associate of Devante's.  The old man escorted  them back to the office.  They spoke for about two hours before as Tristan explained his expectations.   The Lucchese's agreed that Tristan was the one the heir to the throne too the vulcano.  Aaron informed Tristan that they had been resupplied with his Heroin and coke.   Marcus and Carlos walked the sales floor when they returned to the office they stated that the potential was bigger then they thought.

Ennio picked up a bowl of chili. Traditional style. Nice.

Before heading out he found nail cutters, aspirin, along with a few coca colas. He gave a quick look around the place but did not recognize anyone and returned to the street. Sitting on a bench, enjoying chili and a few cokes. PicNic in Detroit.

Tristan and the guys were talking on the sales floor and helping customers find product.  they were their to observe the transactions on the product coming in, testing and distribution to the dealers.  Devante told Tristan many times they the team was well orgainized and they shipments were flawless.  Tristan was happy that it was indeed just that.   They all gave the nod of approval as none of them spotted anything out of the ordinary as they were watching for something from a distance.  It was like clock work.  The store hasn't had a mix up since it opened. 

Pete walked into Eckerds to order a icecream float.  He loved them and as he sat there he watched as certian men came in and made large purchases and picked up there medications.  Pete saw that all of them were getting lots of small bottles yet they did not look like they were in need of any meds.  Pete then smiled as he realized that they were moving weight and wanted a peice of their action.  Pete went to a pay phone and made a call to his attorney to see who the onwers are to make a purchase for the company.  

Tutte could need a hot dog right now, he had been a bit hungry for at least four hours and now he must have something for his belly to have fun with.

He pays for the hot dogs at Michigan's Echerd Pramacy, long name for a hot dog-seller at a street-corner but the hot dog were good so he fast bought a second one since they were pretty small but truly tasty.

Pete returned to Eckerds this time he was now the owner and as he sat at the food counter he ordered another ice cream float and a chili dog, fries and a grape soda.  Pete was hungry he woofed down the chili dog and fries then started on the float.  Pete also counted the customers that came in for there prescriptions and walked up with their drugs.  Pete was moving both coke and H and making money faster with less risk then the guys that purchased larger quanities from him.  Each on of his stores were moving 10-12 pounds a day of each product.  

Pete was back in Detroit he was making his rounds and Eckerds was a business he loved.  It moved more drugs out of here then anyone and the cops never looked his way most were now on his payroll others didn't want the hassle.  Pete loved the city and this place was growing.  while he was collecting he sat at the luncn counter and ordered two chili dogs with fries and a soda.  He eat slowly and laughed with Gina and Rita as they kept an eye on his operations in detroit and chicago.  

Joker was told about a old joint that sold drugs to drug dealers in front of the public and they made a mint.  Joker was toldhow it worked and loved it.  He wanted to be their supplier and they would sale the product and take 20% off the top.  Jokerwould keep them rolling and the dealers would get street ready product at a value.  Joker talked with the owners and the manager.  they were in need of a supplier but they wanted 25% they had customers also.  Joker agreed and the first shipment was sent that night with their normal delivery.  Joker told them he would be in weekly to check on things and if anything gets twisted they needed to call immediately.   

Joker was back checking on the shop, the money was good and the shop was cleaning its own money.  The income was just as good as the casino's and Joker was happy with the arrangement.  He watched the product sold and the money handed over and the cash placed in the registers.  The people buying bought other stuff to boost the sales on the receipts.  Joker nodded then walked over and got himself a milkshake. 

Meliodass decided to visit Eckerd, a drugstore tucked away in Largo, Florida. As she stepped inside, the scent of vintage remedies embraced her. Her eyes scanned the menu on the slightly worn board, drawn to the unique offerings. A 5-cent ice cream scoop seemed like the perfect indulgence for the moment.

Approaching the counter, Mel ordered, "I'll take a scoop of your finest ice cream, please."

The person behind the counter, unaware of the extraordinary nature of his customer, prepared the simple delight. Mel, with a demeanor that spoke of elegance, received the ice cream in a humble bowl.

Taking a moment to enjoy the treat, she surveyed the surroundings. The drugstore, with its unassuming facade, hid more than met the eye. The 5-cent sodas, 7-cent hotdogs, and other seemingly ordinary items on the menu masked the existence of a secret world within Eckerd.

While savoring the ice cream, she discreetly observed the list of "under-the-table" items: Opium, Heroin, and Cocaine. These weren't openly advertised but were available to those with the right connections. Mel, familiar with the art of navigating such clandestine realms, noted the offerings with a subtle acknowledgment.

The atmosphere carried a distinct mix of yesteryear charm and captivating mystery as she savored her pocket-friendly 5-cent delight. With a glance that hinted at untold stories, Mel left the drugstore, having left an indelible mark on Eckerd's hidden history.

Back in Detroit to check on his rackets and to visit a frew friends in Canada over the weekend.  Joker was happy to see things in Eckerd moving as fast as they were.  This operation pushed out five kilos a day.  Joker had cops in the store eating hotdogs while just a few feet away someone was getting a forth of a kilo.  The Mayors wife stood behind two drug deals getting their re-ups and spoke with them like they were your every day next door neighbors or businessmen.   

Joker eat a chili dog as he spoke with a customer whos husband was a city counselmen she was there to get her motherinlaw a sundae and a hotdog because she was to sickly to leave her house.  Joker paid for the icecream and hotdog and told the lady he hopes her motherinlaw feels better soon.  

Joker was back in Eckerds His shipment was late and they were down to the last of the coke.  The drug store was a great way to get product out and have some on hand the money was clean and no eyes were on his business.  The Commision however were selling the same product but they got there product else where and kept running into issues such as moving the product to the street level users.  

Joker didn't have the means to solve their issues but he did sale them product when they were short and did help them make a few low level street dealers.  They kept selling to their own dealers which kept ratting them out to the locals law enforcement agencies and the cops on the pad could only do so much.  The cops were also taking the drugs from the evidence lockup and then selling it or using it themselves.  

Super Al was making his way through the Detroit businesses with great haste! There was no slowing this hero! Except that fat joint he had before he suited up and set off - that was taking it's toll.

He was hungry - still no chance to grab food, he was far too busy for that! But that didn't matter because he'd stumbled across a drugs store that sold food but also drugs because it was a pharmacist.

Al scratched his beard, a little perplexed by such a wide choice. Alexa would surely love the idea of this, Prime could make some real money delivering for these guys! Unfortunately, much like every other place he'd landed in today - the place was a ghost town!

He rushed behind the counter, rooting through the drawers and storage spaces. He wasn't in search for food - he couldn't be arsed to eat right now, he was on a mission! No... What he needed was cocaine!

Unfortunately, the little toe rag unsponsored motherfuckers wandering the streets outside had clearly helped themselves to the stash! Well why wouldn't they? The place wasn't manned!

"Fuck..." Stressed, Al takes a quick piss in the corner and continues out the door and on with his adventure.

Joker was back in eckerds and having fun he heard some drunk took a leak in the corner the night before.  The store staff cleaned the mess up they had dealt with things like that before.  Joker went to the store and just smiled as he looked around and saw the people working hard to service the customers.  The product from the drug store was doing well.  It made money for the Joker so he was good to go.  

He was eating a chilli dog and drinking a grape soda, he was talking with the server about how much things have changed since 1923.  Joker listened to the old man and he explained that every twenty years america makes a dramatic change in they way of the american people lives, he said he watch them grom from horse drawen carrages to automobiles to now people can get on planes and fly coast to coast.  Joker nodded as he read about all the changes in his history books when he was in grade school.  

Joker was sitting at the lunch counter eating a chilli dog and fries.  He had a softdrink as he waited on Clay Barrel to arrive.  They were there to increase their order and Jay wanted his cash up front.  Clay was a connection by request from someone Jay trusted.  He wanted to talk first and see if this guy was worth exposing himself and a piece of his operations or was this going to be a one off.  The man dealt in selling guns Joker never sold guns but to buy drugs for selling was a double no go.