Mutt was sleep when there was a huge “BANG!!!”  His woman leaped out of bed running towards the bedroom door.  By the time she had turned the knob and opened agents were already in her face. “GET THE HELL ON THE GROUND NOW!” One of the officers yelled as two other badged men started to pull her to the ground.  Mutt flipped in his bed reaching to the nightstand to grab his .45 revolver.  “Ah ah ah Hands where I can see em you fucking punk!”  Mutt did not appreciate the disrespect but what else could he do, he had at least 4 9mm pistols pointed at his head.  He slowly raised his hands in surrender. 
 

“5 minutes till chow time!” Clank Clank Clank. The guard banged his club on the jail bars.  Mutt opened his eyes and thought what was to eat today. Hard wheat cereal, burnt toast ? Maybe even an egg.  He made his bed, wiped the crust from his eyes with a damp cloth.  The cells down the whole block began to get opened.  Mutt stumbled to the chow hall.

While waiting in line for his tray he noticed a man of Spanish decent sitting alone.  He decided right then and there that he was going to aacompany him.  After grabbing his tray with oatmeal and burnt toast he took a seat by the man.  “The names Larry but my friends call me mutt?”  The man responded with roscoe.  The conversation stayed pretty stagnant until roscoe started to talk about his homeland back in cuba.  He also allowed mutt to know he was locked up for trafficking tobacco.

Mutt had a crazy but intelligent idea, If roscoe was going to continue trafficking Mutt could be the retail seller here in the states.  The business could potentially go from east to west coast due to mutt having friends in almost every city.  With his mob family connection in Philadelphia he would be able to provide up front cash to get the business up and running.  

Larry described his plan to his new friend and over the next couple of days they had hashed out the details.  Roscoe would get the cigars brought to America by boat through states island.  Mutt will already set up a driver to pick up the load in New York and bring it straight to the shop he would open back in Philadelphia.  From there it’s on mutt to distribute the smokes to all the Puffs cigar locations and sell them at a hefty price.  The profits would split 25%-75% in mutts favor.  
Roscoe thought this was a good idea because it would give him about 100,000 dollars more than before and agreed the two shakes hands and now it was time to make the plan come to life. At least in 4 months when they both would be set free!