It was an early Saturday morning, George Jung and his consigliere Bonasera found themselves pulling the anchor from the bay as they set sail into southern Mexico. They were aboard Georges small shrip boat called the "PaulaWalnuts". Though the boat was actually used to catch shrip and other crustations. He used the boat as a cover for his illegal cocaine distribution from Mexico back into the United States. Taking only one associate with him made it less suspicious if he was ever spotted by the coast guard.  George had a close call recently this month and it wasn't the brightest idea to be back out in the Gulf of Mexico again, but the supply and demand for his product was extremely high. This was a risk George was willing to take to make some major profit back in the states.

A few hours after leaving the dock Bonasera and George find themselves slowly sailing close to the Spanish hideout where there Columbian hookup had his factory. The factory that was once used as a sweat shop had been restored into a cocaine refinery. Outside the big city the factory was located in a small port town. The underground traffic from the cocaine was the number one industry for the small city. Though it was ran as a small fishing town just like George ran his shrimp boat.  A plan that seemed to work everytime though Georges careful planning always played a major role into every exchange.

 Cesar Chavez was not a man to be messed with, but the owner of the cocaine factory had made a common bond with Georges money. So as long as George kept the money flowing into the cocaine kingpins hands there was never anything to worry about. We always picking up the same amount of coke for the same price. This way we never had any suprise conflict arrise, though there was a time when I was  when George got shot in the right shoulder over being $500 dollards short in a $15,000,000 cocaine exchange. It was an honest mistake by his accountant that went swimming with the fishes as soon as George arrives back in New Orleans.

Arriving at the dock of the harbor they were always met by the same deckhand. George throws the rope off of the boat and Jose catches it looping it around one of those large wooden columns. After dropping the anchor Bonasera and George make there way off the boat and down the port to the factory. While being escorted to the factory by Jose, George and Bonasera slowed there pace to get a couple words in before entering the factory. George checked with his partner making sure that he had his small machine gun loaded and the safety off. Bonasera nodded and George flashed his two 9mm pistols that were holstered on each side of his suite. Both men always wore trenchcoats to ensure transporting the weapons was never noticed.

As the men entered the factories lower level you walked right into atleast 100 men, women, and children all working hard creating the cocaine from the coca plants. No matter how often George was there it always excited him seeing how everything came together to manufacture his drug of choice. Walking up a large spiral set of stairs the men were now led by two large men both holding shotguns. The men took them to the same room every time where Cesar was always waiting. The man had so much to do, yet he was always there waiting for us at the table. Entering the room there were another two men with Cesar, both carrying sub-machine guns. Leaving George a little unsettled he entered the room regardless. He had already made the trip down so there was no time to be pre-cautious anymore.

Before sitting down at the table Cesar Chavez got up from the table and greeted each man with a salutation and a strong handshake. Returning to his seat the two other men also took seat on the opposite side of the table. The product sat in two large cargo duffel bags behind Chavez against the wall. George always let Cesar count the money before she enjoyed the tastes of his favorite distributor of cocaine.  While counting the money Cesar looks to the men and explained to them how it was all there,  the two heavy set men grabbed the duffel bags and placed them on the table. One man opened the bag and pulled out a large brick of cocaine. Cutting it open, he propped it on its side and dumped more then enough onto the table for everyone to enjoy.

Only problem was Cesar wasn't going to get a chance to hold onto Georges money for to much longer. Bonasera looked to George as they were both finishing up another large line of cocaine as to signal that he was ready to follow through on there plan. George had a high tolerance for cocaine so a couple of lines would not affect him as much as the other in the room including Cesar. Just at that time Bonasera and George jumped up from the table flipping it over on Cesar leaving him on the ground. Both Bonasera and George grabbed for there weapons as quickly as possible to react before the other two men in the room. As the two men lifted there machine guns to shoot it was already to late.  Bonasera had slid aside his trenchcoat and sprayed the two with the machine gun. There bodies quickly hit the floor.

At an almost automatic responce from the two men waiting outside each side of the door they entered spraying a couple quick shots into the room at nothing in particular. George holding both of his pistols in front of him had side stepped the two men as they entered the room filling both men full of lead. As the four bodies lie on the floor George looked to make sure Bonasera was in good health and that the plan had been executed properly. Bonasera gave him the thumbs up and both looked toward Cesar on the floor. As soon as the men looked to Cesar he had pulled his own pistol from an ankle holster and shot twice at Bonasera, having one of the shots connected. Bonasera dropped to the floor in pain as her had been shot in the left calf muscle.

Now killing Cesar was never part of the plan, but George had to act quick. Having a couple shots left in each pistol he ran right at Cesar. Taking his last two shots one in each pistol connecting like a one two punch combo right into Cesar head. As the man lay dead on the floor George returned to the aide of his friend. Unable to walk , but in good spirit Bonasera slung an arm over George and allowed him to carry him out. With one bag over Georges shoulder and the other in Bonasera hand the men made it out of the room and down the stairs. Alarmed by the site of the men the workers all began to scream and run out of the bulding. Something that the two men didn't plan for.

Making it down the stairs carrying two large bags weighing close to 100lbs a piece was quite a feat in its own. George had his partner on his back as well so they almost stumbled down to the bottome, but barley made it there when more of Cesars men began to enter the factory. Dropping both bags Bonasera looked to George and told him that the bullet went straight through and that he would be able to stand on his own just couldn't run out of there like they had planned.  As the men reloaded there clips and prepared for another round of shooting they hid behind a large cabinet.

Grabbing both duffel bags of cocaine George tell his family member that he is gonna unload on the guys that just came in and make a run to the boat so we didn't lose the product. Bonasera nodded and cocked his machine gun. As George turned the corner he instantly started unloading round after round taking out two of the five men that were scurrying through the bottom level to get to them. As the clips emptied George took off though the side door in a dead sprint to get his product and money to a safe location so he could return to Bonasera aid. Reaching the boat George loads his final clip. Knowing that Jose is a part of Cesar cartel his shoots his dead on and watches his body fall into the bay. Throwing the large backs overboard into the boat George begins to run back to the facility as fast as he can.

Re-entering the factory George hears gun shots coming from where he had left Bonasera. With pistol drawn he makes his way back to where he had recently been. There was nothing left but Bonaseras machine gun and a blood spot left on the floor. George was uncertain about the life of his partner that he had brought a long as help. George couldn't hold up to his end of the deal to get them both home safe. Now Bonasera was in the hands of a Mexican mafia that knew we had killed there Godfather. George needed help and he had to act quick. There was only one person he could call on in a time of need like this.

To Be Continued...

can't wait till the sequel he ain't going to be in the hands of the mexican mob for long. (: