((OOC: This is a story that I intend to publish in three parts, and I intend to be part of a series))
Darkhawk764 sat at a table in the corner at a little coffee shop in St. Louis, sipping steaming hot coffee from a white mug. Despite the heat, he wore a long black duster that covered the Colt Police Positive revolver hanging from his belt in a holster. He looked up at the clock on the wall as it ticked, the minute hand crawling towards 3:00 as he waited for his meeting with Rico. Droplets of sweat dripped down his face; damnable heat.
The door finally opened and in walked his family's right hand man, RicoSwave, carrying a suitcase and wearing a finely-cut Italian suit. He took a seat across from Darkhawk, ordering a coffee from the waitress.
"I got a call today from Mr. McKennon. He said that the order was coming up the Mississippi as we spoke. It should land at Thieves' Harbor next weekend. Will you be able to make the pickup?" asked Rico without pretense.
"Yes sir, I got my schedule this weekend. My only problem is McKennon; isn't he from Delaware City?" replied Darkhawk, taking another sip from his cup.
Rico shook his head, pausing before he replied as he accepted his coffee and stirred in milk, sugar, and a generous helping of alcohol from a flask.
"He is, but I trust him. Not everyone from Delaware City is a trait-" started Rico, but he was cut off when Darkhawk looked out the large window.
A black, nondescript Ford Model A pulled up in front of the window, stopping. Three men stepped out, armed with Thompson submachine guns. They took aim at the pair sitting at the table.
((OOC: To be continued)) |