Marty goes to the bathroom and changes into the guard outfit. He walks out to see Don and Sal talking.

Fits perfect, a bit tight around the crotch though. Your turn, Don.

donmorrison followed and did as Marty. When he returns from the bathroom he makes sure that his outfit is fitting correctly and doesn't make him stand out too much. He grabs himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat. Then he patiently waits for the next step.

Salvatore does the same as the gentleman, get's changed and goes back to the desk.

Right, i'm glad it fit. Marty i'm actually surprised it fit you that good. My inside man couldn't find your size so he went to the women's dept and got one roughly the same. And someone lied about their shoe size..

Salvatore, pointed his finger to Don. Salvatore was happy he chose shoes two sizes smaller than the ones he requested.

But anyways, back to the plan. Were gonna walk straight into there, grab the bags and walk out of there. All we need now is a big car. Anyone, know anyone? 

Marty looks at don on the way to the door.

You  know what they say, right? With the shoe size?

Marty puts a 1911 in the guard holster and pulls a set of keys out of his back pocket.

I have an old Great War truck at the shop, we can use that.

Haha. Of course I know what they say about shoe size. But I didn't lie about the size by too much if you know what I'm saying.

donmorrison makes sure to have all of his guns in the correct places as they are walking out.

So, is this Great War truck in good condition? I don't want us to show up in something that screams at them that it's a set up.

Marty continues down the sidewalk beside Don and Sal.

The lockup's right down the road, and they won't think none the wiser, tehy'll think we're national guard or something. Unless you guys have an idea of getting in without bloodshed...

Marty hears no arguement from his accomplices and tosses his cigar off to the side as he slows to a stop.

We're here.

Marty pulls out a keyring and after fumbling with the keys, he singles one out and unlockes the lock on the garage door. Inside was a large green truck.

You two get in the back and hide until we're inside, I was sent from the FBN to load up the contraband. Alright?

Sal, nods his head and was proud of the leadership being shown by Marty.

Whatever you say... Boss! 

Salvatore winks and goes off to hide.

donmorrison runs to the back while putting out his cigar. He knew the time had come to get serious.

Sure. Let's go. 

He hides away the best he can.

Alright, if you guys want just pull down the flaps, it'll get chilly tonight.

Marty got in the cab of the truck... He put the key in the ignition and turned it, it roared to life, the Gas meter rose to the 'F', and Marty pressed the gas... He was driving west, far west. He hoped Sal and Don were comfortable...

2 hours later.

Marty nodded awake, he almost fell asleep... The compound was about a mile away... Marty honked to alert Sal and Don, they were still out of earshot, but near, so they should start to hide, if they were doing anything on the trip there. Not long from then and he went up to the gate.

Hey man, FBN sent us, clean up crew, getting that shit out of here. We got a tip that the mob's going to try and steal the Heroin...

Sure man, I know the deal, head on in, it's warehouse 2-B.

Marty breaths a sigh of relief and drives in and turns down the grid of storage complexes. The door to 2-B was open, and Marty drove on in, backing up the truck incase of a quicker escape. Marty turns off the truck, and grabs his Thompson from the passenger seat. He knocked on the side of the truck...

We're hear boys, watch out, if we know about this, other mafiosi do, too.

Marty closes the garage door so no guards come snooping around.

[OOC: This is now 100% open RP, I know all RP is open, but this is just to clarify that any and all participation is advocated and encouraged. All I ask is that you put effort into it.]

Sonny screw the silencer on his 1911... He heard a truck pull in, and a knock on metallic. The garage door closed, and Sonny knew that he was trapped. He popped up from cover.

Freeze, you and your friends!

The man lunged towards the truck, and Sonny shot three times... A gurgling sound quietly echoed through the warehouse, then all was quiet. Sonny ducked behind cover behind the railings/boards and silently panicked. It was his first job, and he just killed a rival mobster... Shit. He sat there behind cover when he heard a rustling, it sounded like the fabric flap to the back of that truck, and Sonny just waited...

Salvatore, watched as the masked assailant let bullets rip from his from his sub-machine gun. He turned around to see a local thug they hired to be the look-out shot dead. 

Shit!

Looks like there's another family here Sal thought. He took out his gun and fired at the man who was now behind the railings. Salvatore NEVER missed. He aimed it at the man's kneecaps and watched him buckle and drop his gun. He ran towards him and..

STOP!!! JUST STOP FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! I DIDN'T MEAN TO WACK YOUR FRIEND!!!

Sonny held his hand up, obstructing the line between the barrel and his head.

Please. Don't shoot. I just started into this mob stuff. This is my first job, Honestly!

WHAT? YOU NEVER MEANT TO WACK MY FRIEND. 

Salvatore, raised the gun to Sonny's head. 

You took the safety off your gun and fired at us. Did you not? Anyways, why the fuck are you here? 

I was sent... My boss wanted me to get a hold of some cargo... We needed funds and he saw this as a great deal... Besides, people die, right? It's part of the job.

Sonny stammers through The last two sentences of his statement, scared out of his mind.

Hold on.. you work for Slaughter don't you? A man who was an associate to my CL just like me. He was a good friend of mine and he was a special person that chose to set up shop in LV. As for that.. i'll let you be. Only. Only if you assist us in this mission.. since you took care of my hired thug. I need someone with a gun. 

Salvatore, lowers his gun and extends his hand.

What d'you say?

Sonny takes the hand and half shakes it and half pulls himself up.

Sure.... Thanks for not killing me... The guy I shot, that third gun, who was that? Anyone important? Not like I intended it to be or anything...

Salvatore, looks back and checks. 

No. No he wasn't. But listen, any funny business from you and I won't hesitate to put a bullet throught your skull. DO.. YOU.. UNDERSTAND.

Yes.

Sonny went down the stairs to see Don and Sal, and the dead man, presumably the driver. Sonny gestures to the dead driver...

What was his name? And what were you guys going to do here, the same thing I'm doing?

Salvatore, didn't think too ill of the kid who jus' joined their parade. They needed an extra person to get the job done. And when the job was done they'd jus' dump him in the local river. 

His name was Marty. He was a good kid, he just needed to learn to tell me about drastic things before he actually did them, so I could have possible done it better. Buut oh well,may he rest in peace. I'll give him a proper burial after. Guess it's more money for me, eh? Haha..