Yellow floodlights illuminated approaching black vehicle outside the warehouse entrance. The crunching noises of tires against dirt gravel, comes to a complete stop. Micky steps out of the vehicle, accompanied by her bodyguards. She walks past the bustle of goombas carrying crates back from the docks. 

"Micky, good to see you," a short, stocky man with piercing blue eyes walked up to greet her, holding out his hand as his thick gold watch protruded from his hairy tanned arm. 

Micky shook his hand firmly, as the man's charismatic smile met with her soulless dark eyes. "Great news, your coke has arrived. No issues...operation went completely smooth. Also, Don Shadow wants to speak with you."

"About what?" Micky replied bluntly. 

"Oh, no no... I didn't discuss why with him, was on my way out paying my dues when he told me to call you in. Now back to work, I have a good price for you. $7,714." 

"As we last discussed, you said $6,310." Micky silently watched the man tense up, yet his smile remained unwavering.

"Ahh yes, Shane did set the price recently, it changes a lot, you see. We had to deal with inspections, getting it across the border," his voice sped up nervously.

"This is amazing, take a look at this," as he grabbed a rusted crowbar, unhinging the crate. Inside was another wooden crate, filled with large cans of tomato sauces. Taking a pocket knife, he stabbed around the rim, tomato sauce leaking on to cement floor like blood. He signaled one of the gang members to bring him a towel, as he dipped his thick stubby hands into the can, pulling out from the glob of sauce a thick, black brick double wrapped in plastic. Wiping his hands and knife with the towel, he cut the brick up to reveal the fine crystaline powder.

"Best of the best, see?" his smile and hypnotic eyes resting on Micky for approval. "This is better quality than before. I can do $7,000."

"Don't waste my time." Micky responded dismissively, causing shuffles of her bodyguards next to her. "$6,500. I will be talking to Don Shadow after this." A subtle reminder to who he was really answering to.

"Of course Micky." His smile firmed into a more serious thin line. "It's yours. Thank you for your business."

Micky nodded, signaling to her bodyguards to grab the units, loading it into the trunk. She returned to the vehicle, preparing for her departure to meet with Don Shadow.