"I've got Gin on the phone, he's asking for you sir., @TM-Scarface explained to me. It sounded urgent."

Finishing up on the acai tree branches I was feeding off of I made my way towards Tm-Scarface. We had planted a few of my favorite trees in the back courtyard for me. They were a great addition to the headquarters but I always had to keep an eye on JewishJake, he was obsessed with the hard wood trees. @Gin was always calling around this time to shoot the shit so I figured it wasn't anything new. Once I got closer to TM-Scarface it was apparent that things we a lot more serious then I could tell. 

"Giraffe, I don't think you heard me. This sounded urgent.", TM-Scarface said with a stern voice. 

Picking up my pace I galloped inside into the headquarters, down the long hallway, and inside of my oversized doors to my office. I walked to the desk and picked up the phone with my mouth. There was no one on the other end, just a dial tone. Hanging up the phone I picked it back up and put it to my ear , but it was still dial tone. 

"Is this some kind of joke I was enjoying my leaves TM-Scarface. There isn't anyone on the other end of the phone. You've been hanging around @JewishJake too long your playing practical jokes at the wrong time!", I said jokingly to TM-Scarface.

TM-Scarface walked in behind me and didn't seem very responsive to my humor.

"Sir with all respect, Gin was on the line. He was it was time to makes the move. I wanted him to be the one to tell you. If he wasn't on the other end of that phone then he is on his way here by private jet. I've already set up his pickup from the airport upon arrival. I didn't mean to stop you from eating but..."

Stopping TM-Scarface mid sentence I picked up the phone with my mouth and motioned for TM-Scarface to dial the number to JewishJake. It picked up right away before it even rang once and Jakes answer was normal as always. "Hey, I'm busy what's up?" He's the busy one and apparently forgot he was obligated to a life of crime.

"It's time JewishJake, get back to the Headquarters now! Your brother is on a private flight to Pasadena it's for real this time.", I explained to JewishJake.

I hung up the phone before he had a chance to argue or get out of helping. I lifted the phone right away after putting it down and asked TM-Scarface to dial another number for me. He gave me a wide eyed look with a smirk after I asked and he didn't question it. It rang a couple times and he finally answered, wherever it was it sounded busy like he was moving.

"I need an insurance policy, we are making the move tonight.", I asked.

He cleared his voice as if he was taking a long drag of a cigarette on the other end. With a light chuckle he hung up the phone without saying a word. We had plenty of things we needed to accomplish before Gin got there so we had to act fast if we were going to make the open window of time. I put the phone down and TM-Scarface looked at me as if he wanted to tell me something else. He had my full attention.

TM indeed had quite a bit on his mind, a caper of such magnitude all the gears needing to turn at one time to pull off. He had his moments of carelessness sure but now was not the time. He looks over at @Giraffe whos patiently waiting for him to speak his mind to which he knew he had no fear to do so, especially in times such as this.

"The logistics of it all in short my worry is do we have enough to haul it all, if its as big as they say. That much coke you know I want it all. Not even a crumb leftover for any of those fucks!." TM Remarks to @Giraffe before continuing.

Thinking maybe a few extra trucks, drivers... Boats? Nobody expects boats. 

"I trust we will have enough." @ Giraffe responds confidently 

TM listens to yet a statement of warning. There better had be. He understood the reading between the lines and had no intention of letting something so trivial fuck up something so important.  He knew @Giraffe be hearing so much of his logistical discussions he probably knew them all by heart by now. Himself remarking, 

"Don't worry everything will be where it needs to be."

TM excuses himself for a moment to head to the other room promptly pouring himself a drink and taking a large sip. grabbing the phone he dials making a call to the local depot which had been under The Animal Houses thumb for quite some time. The degenerate gambler manager answering, more then keen to wipe some of his debt with the labor of his workforce.  

"Oh you better play ball or ill take you out to the ocean and feed you to the fucking sharks alive!"

TM yells as he hangs up the receiver after a much heated conversation, but he knew the man would deliver the trucks that they needed. One less thing to worry about he thought, grabbing another swig of his scotch. As time continued to pass he found himself growing more and more anxious, every so often looking out the window.

"I wonder when in the fuck is....."

In that moment his words cut off by the arrival of a vehicle at the main entrance, one had recognized been sent to the airport. Cono he mutters to himself as he makes his way down the steps to the main door, catching his breathe for a mere moment before it is swung open and he is faced with @Gin whom he promptly shakes hands with.

"Glad to see you here so quickly @Gin, I trust the flight was charming. Enough time to spare before we go meet your brother, Common @Giraffe is just inside."

TM escorts Gin to where Giraffe was waiting for them, himself pleased seeing the man after his fabulous move to Hollywood. TM was keen to hear of @Gin's preparations. Almost a much as he was eager to get it all started himself. He smirks seeing the pleased look @Giraffe has upon Gin's entrance.  

Stumbling into Giraffes office he smells the faint sent of cheese which appears to becoming from down the hall, he was eager to deliver the details of his findings but the smell was growing

"Do the two of you not smell that?" Gin asks

TM and Giraffe both nod and Giraffe speaks

"JewishJake took over your old office and replaced your liquor cabinet with a cheese cooler, you know that man loves his cheese."

Gin smirks

"Ahh yes, cheese and trees how could I forget.  Can we pour a few drinks gentlemen? The jet had a great selection but you all forgot to make sure that car you sent was stocked I'm sobering up. Plus that smell man."

TM pours three glasses of whiskey and passes them around, the three drink and Giraffe speaks

"So what of the production site Gin? I hope you were able to see straight enough to get the layout. "

"Giraffe you know I'm always able to see straight I'm a professional. The deal is it was unexpectedly lowly guarded, I stacked out for a couple days and the night guards spend most the night drinking and gambling in this hut to the far left of the operation. I swear if their boss knew they'd all be dead.  We will need trucks, drivers and a few extra hands to load, I'm thinking a boat of ready for us at port to load and get it to Los Angeles."

TM looks over at Giraffe

"Boats, I was just telling Giraffe I had the same thought" 

Gin refills the three men's glasses and speaks 

"Look where is JewishJake we need to get this plan finalized and make moves, and he needs to clean his damn office, I don't understand how the two of you deal with that stench"

The two men chuckle 

"We used to deal with your drunk ass stumbling around knocking everything over so let's say we are used to nonsense around here at times, TM see if you can find out how far out that tree hugger JewishJake is at and Gin one more round yeah? I'm empty over here"

TM finishes his round of whiskey before walking the bottle over to both men refilling their glasses before setting the bottle between them. He could only smirk knowing just the one more poured wouldn’t be the last by far. Setting the glass on the table he remarks to Gin.

Trying to find where JewishJake is? That’s like trying to unravel one of the greatest mysteries of life. We called him a while ago he should be here by now. 

He smirks before he makes his way out of the room over to the phone to give @JewishJakes residence, after a few rings he hears the call answered.

JewishJake, you were asked by Giraffe to make your way down here when he called you quite a while ago… Look I get your having fun… but hello?…

He hears nothing but silence on the phone. He found this odd..And much to his shame it wasn’t Jake on the other line it was that pet rat of his. The moment he hangs up the phone rings. It was of course none other then the missing man of the hour.

I swear to god if that rat can dial I will…

Yo it’s me, I’m not to far from the site man. Just like we planned. You all show up load up go in.

That was the old… actually not a bad idea Jake, we will be on our way. However we do need to talk about the cheese cooler and the rat after okay?

TM promptly returns to Giraffes office. just having been stopped by a guard whispering something to him. He smiles hoping by now the bottle let alone the liquor stashed still remained. Everyone would need it for the ride.

Sorry interrupt @Giraffe and @Gin,  Jake got in touch finally!… he’s there instead of meeting here. says there is a good spot to load up, beats getting nabbed with it on the way over…. Plus he did have the hardware for the job with him… so...

He lowers his head before taking a moment to refill the glass he left behind with whatever was left around to drink. Taking a large swig, His anticipation and excitement returning to his calm demeanor when he remarks. 

oh there will be boats…Time to head out @Giraffe?

"It's go time, lets get Gin another drink and head out. I've got a surprise parked outside for us, your not gonna believe what the cowboy let us borrow."

Finishing off the bottle because none of would allow it to just sit there as we were leaving. We were determined to make this mission a success no matter how difficult things turned out. We had put in a lot of time and effort to survey this land and made the plan precisely to execute with no casualties on our side.

We clanged the glasses together and finished our drinks as I kept an eye on Gin. He was drunk when he showed up and had already taken in the same amount two times over since arriving at our headquarters. I knew the man could hold his liquor better then I could and I was already feeling the affects. Those two men would out drink most people on a normal day so I was always caught in the middle of it and a victim of circumstance.

As we walked outside and around the back towards the garages stood SpaceCowboys private jet and pilot. The two men looked at me wide eyed and almost sober when they saw it. Things quickly became more serious as we boarded the jet shaking hands with Alfred SpaceCowboys pilot as he was standing outside waiting for us. Once inside we got situated in our seats and TM-Scarface lined out some cocaine onto the table for Gin and himself to steady there nerves and contribute to their personal addictions.

"I figured that this was going to be our quickest way down to the pier where JewishJake is waiting for us."

We traveled light with only our personal arsenal with us. The expectation was that JewishJake had the boats ready for the departure, the trucks ready with the weapons to come in hot and take the place down. The other trucks were meant to offload the product from the warehouse and back to the drop spot in Downtown Los Angeles. 

The men took a few more lines and I licked the table clean after they were done. We were getting close to landing and I could feel the jet lowering. It was an expensive plane and borrowing it came with a price of not just payment but trust. Once we landed Alfred took off and headed back towards to his home. It was extremely expensive to fly the plane so I didn't ask to borrow it for the entire time though I wish I would had.

Once we were on the ground and no where near sober we had already stumbled upon our first road block. It was a major problem and we had to think quick. JewishJake was nowhere to be seen and it put us in a bad spot. He was the one in charge of making sure everything was there ready and waiting for us. All we had was our own personal fire arms, luckily enough TM-Scarface always packed around his little friend so we weren't in immediate trouble. 

No trucks, no boats, no weapons or extra help. Our way in had just taken a flight outbound and left us alone to fend for ourselves. What was once a precise plan had quickly turned into a mess. Without hesitation TM-Scarface walked up to a civilian driving down the road in a box truck and pulled his gun on him. Gin ran to the drivers side and pulled him out and throwing him to the ground. The two kicked him a few times before he managed to run off down the road.

"No time to fuck around, get in and let's go we can't be seen just sitting here. Plans changed get in the car we are still going for the prize even if we have to go it without the back up. They are short staffed and the patrol is weak we know it from Gins intel."

We hopped into the truck as TM-Scarface drove Gin and I towards the warehouse. Gin started reloading all of his guns, started looking around the truck pulling open the glove compartment finding a bottle of opened booze.

"Cheers gentlemen, it doesn't look good, but it won't be bad either."

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the booze or the situation. Either way we had taken the short drive from the pier to the coke warehouse manufacturing site we intended on heisting. It was now or never, we jumped out the truck I used my long tongue to pull the trigger killing the first guard at the entrance. TM-Scarface and Gin sent off many rounds connecting with how many I didn't know as we all ran towards the building I knocked down the door. I shot the next to armed people right away as the went to draw their weapons after we entered the building. That's when we realized that the coke had not yet been processed and it was all still leaves. I went cross eyed looking at the lovely coca leaves and began eating them right away without hesitation. After eating a few dozen leaves I instantly felt the side effect and began to become irate. More guards started showing out and I took out a few more running out of ammo so I used my neck to smash them into walls and unconscious. We were slowly becoming outnumbered and it was time for TM-Scarface top unload his friend from the violin case.

We were holding them at a steady pace off while drunk Gin loaded up the only truck we had with their product. Gin ran back in yelling from the outside and we couldn't make it out over the loud sound TM-Scarface little friend made mowing down the enemies. TM-Scarface stopped to reload and that is when we heard it.

"We are surrounded we gotta get the fuck out of here here we are already too late, LETS GO!"

Following Gin out the back of the warehouse and loading up into the back of the truck TM-Scarface took the passenger seat as Gin was ready to roll out. He hit the gas and made his way for the exit realizing it was completely blocked off. We were outnumbered three to one and it wasn't looking good for us. With there weapons drawn on the boxcar we came to a slow stop hesitant to get out. If we ever were in need of a favor or prayer it was right now as things were starting to look grim. 

A few days ago Alfred had alerted his boss of Giraffe's request to borrow the private jet for what he claimed to be a promising business trip but he couldn't give out any more details. SpaceCowboy gave the nod for him to use it but only on the condition it was a one-way trip. Something didn't add up and SpaceCowboy had this eerie feeling that something bad may come from this trip. It was in his best interest to tag along unknowingly to see how things played out.

The plane begins to land near a secret hideout SpaceCowboy had kept hidden from everyone except for Alfred who was currently landing the plane. Once the plane came to a hault Alfred quickly opens the door and shouts.

"We need to go now Sir! I heard some of the details from their plans while piloting them to their destination and it seems @JewishJake may of fucked them over by not communicating some critical details. I don't know much more than that Sir."

SpaceCowboy waves his hand in the air giving the signal for the select few bodyguards he had chosen to attend in this mission, along with @Char_Aznable and @JohnnySilverHand who were the first onto the plane. @ClassyLady was lagging behind trying to carry all of her luggage for what she was to believe was a vacation based off a lie to get her to agree to come.

"C'mon let's go!"

The plane takes off and after God knows how long, it begins to land at the last place it had landed when dropping off @Giraffe, @Gin and @TM-Scarface. SpaceCowboy rallies up his crew while Alfred wheels out crates of some of the newest, most top notch guns and artillery America had to offer.

"There's plenty of weapons to choose from, don't be shy on taking more than needed. Rather have it and not need it right?"

SpaceCowboy chuckles to himself as he loads up his pistols, stacking up on shit loads of magazine rounds and extra ammunition. In one of the crates marked "Caution! Explosives!" he opens it to see loads of TNT packed neatly. Placing it in one of the back packs SpaceCowboy had brought, he felt it may come in handy later.

Suddenly the gang hears gunfire inside the warehouse, it sounded like a warzone inside and they didn't have time to wait around. SpaceCowboy places the TNT at the front of the building before running to take cover behind a building before Char_Aznable hit the detonate button. The door blows up into debris that hits the enemy inside that were blocking the door. The group moves in shooting at any and everyone they didn't recognize, better to shoot first and ask questions later. 

SpaceCowboy had killed a little over five armed guards before finding himself in front of a running truck inside the warehouse. It was Giraffe and the gang!

"Guys I found them! Move in!"

Running over to Giraffe and the others SC takes cover behind the truck, swerving past all the bullets.

"Looks like you guys could use a hand"

Smirkingly SpaceCowboy looks at the group before unloading some of the new pistols and ammunition he had brought along with a special present for TM.

"I saved the best one for you my friend"

Reaching over his shoulder SpaceCowboy hands TM a bazooka and winks knowing he will know what to do when the time comes.

"I brought some reinforcements with me so lets watch each others backs and make it out alive!"

Making some hand signals the group splits up. Gin was so liquored up and high on cocaine I don't even think he knew of the plan exactly but yet he was the first one out of the vehicle with his guns a blazing.

Giraffe took the front lines following Gin in the middle with TM on his back firing his bazooka at a cluster of enemies. JohnnySilverHand and ClassyLady took the right side of the room, clearing out all of the armed men who were firing at Giraffe. Char_Aznable and SpaceCowboy took the left side covering the group while killing anyone in their path. After what felt like several hours of killing and dodging bullets the gang eventually meets up in the middle of the room.

Everything got real quiet and there was dust that clouded up most of your vision inside the building. No one spoke a word, waiting to hear if there was any stragglers left in the room.

Just then...some shadowy figure enters the room coughing while waving smoke from his head...it was fucking JewishJake!

"Hey guys, who's hot boxing in here and didn't invite me!?"

The gang bursts into laughter at the lack of his awareness, fully unaware of what had just occurred. The group takes turns kicking JewishJakes ass before having him carry all of the cocaine leaves back to the private jet where they headed home and lived happily ever after.