Dillinger sat in his apartment, the rotting wooden frame of the window let a small current of freezing cold air in that managed to make its way around the entire living room. He sat on his patterned fabric couch with a woollen blanket around him, his short-wave radio was playing softly from the corner. As he just began to relax down with a steaming cup of highly sugared coffee, his phone rang. At this time of night, it wasn’t going to be anything good. He reached over, moving the least amount of muscles he could.

“Hello?”

“Dill, I just got some good info about a shipment coming in. I need your help.”

“Wait, who is this?”

“No names, meet me at your usual bar.”

“How do you know that?”

“No time. You’ll figure it out. And be quick about it.”

The line went dead and Dillinger hung up the receiver. Uncomfortably, he stood up and stretched out, then whipped on his trench coat, holster and fedora before heading out the door.  

A short walk later he entered his local bar, it wasn’t too busy but there were a few people there. To be on the safe side he took his usual seat at the end of the bar and ordered a hot whiskey. 

Sonny walked out of the bathroom to see his man. The one he had called. Dill. He approached dill from behind and cocked his .45.

You know whiskey's illegal, right?

Tony sat at the bar sipping on a glass of water and looking at the daily paper. He wasent busy for the rest of the day and decided to spend the rest of the evening at a local bar. He set his glass down and lit a cig. Hopefully this night would turn out to be one of those rare occasions in which the night would be relaxing.

Dillinger froze, the man behind him didn't sound like a cop. And they were pretty much the only ones who gave a crap about prohibition, and that was just the really devoted ones. Slowly, he turned around to see the man. He thought he could recognise him, but from where?

"So is that gun of yours."

Loaded, yes.

Sonny walks up to the bar with his gun in his right hand. He lifts the glass of whiskey, and tosses it over his shoulder. A shatter is heard in the corner of the bar.

We need more than that, my boy. What do you say, the money in it is good, and we need an extra gun. My .45 won't work well against 5 men with Tommy's.

"I've only got a nine-mil and a .38 snubby. Not much good against Tommy's either."

He took out a dollar bill and rested it on the counter before resting back. He thought for a moment.

"I can use the money, I'm in. What's the job?"

Tony eyes the mans .45 and watches him toss the whiskey. He looks at the man he is talking to and decides to see what they up to but not seem like he is. He shifts unconfortable and opens his jacket a bit for quick access to his snub.38. Then he drinks a bit of water and looks around then pretends to read his paper while listening to the two men exchanges.

We're going to meet some Canucks up north at the Montana border to Canada. They're going to give us a huge batch of whiskey. I'm going to need some guns to oversee this shit. What say you?

Sonny places his hand customized .45 into his torso holster and looks at Dill.

"A bit of a travel, but ok. I assume we'll be leaving pretty soon? I'll need to head home to get some spare mags and stuff."

Alright. Meet me at this bar in 3 hours.

Sonny sits down, looks around the bar, and orders a coke.

Tony listens to the exchange,then after the other man leaves Tony gets up and moves over to the man who ordered a coke.

So, you's needin extra muscle eh? I got the the bullets and steel you's lookin for.

Tony smilies at the man. Tony puffs on his cig as he sits down waiting for a reply.

Sonny sips his coke, and looks at the man who just approached him.

I don't usually accept guns that I don't know. Who are you and how do I know you're no fed?

Tony spins his head quickly and looks at the man.

I look like a fed? Dint realize my suits were that quisey.

Tony smilies a bit. 

And im no fed the names Tony,Tony Luciano my family's been in La Costra Nostra for as along as i remember. Now about my prepersition.

Sonny rolls his eyes at the cavalier Mafioso.

Meet me here, same time as Dill. Then you can come.

Tony smilies and walks to the phone and makes a call. Too low for Santino or anyone else to hear. He then walks to the door putting on his long coat and fedora then walks out. He hopes in his Jefferson and spins off.

Alonzo watches a car pull out from a nearby apartment. Judging from the type of suit he was wearing and the type of car he was driving, he assumed that he was mafioso. And if there was a mafioso close, that meant that either a crime was being committed at that precise moment or.. it was being schemed. Alonzo, had a friend who lived nearby, who went by the name Santino or Sonny. Alonzo hopped out of his convertible and crossed the street before knocking on the door. He lifted his hand up, and with two simple, yet elegant wrist movements the sound of a knock came through. Alonzo, then went round the back and did four knocks. This might seem confusing, but it was the only way entry was allowed into the house. Only a few people knew what to do to gain entry. And Alonzo was one of them.

Sonny hears knocks on the door to the speakeasy... He looks as the barkeep opens the door. Sonny leans on the bar while sitting on his stool and shuts his eyes, he needed sleep for tomorrow's job.

Tony walks in as he see's Sonny at the bar about to fall asleep. He walks to the bar and orders a glass of whiskey.

Tough night eh? Tomorrow's job a big one i can't blam ya's.

Tony takes a sip of his drink and slides Sonny a piece of paper.

Sonny jostles awake in the dark bar... No windows were there  and only a dim light was on, emanating from the back room. Sonny picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, then looked to his right and saw Tony standing next to him.

As Santoni read the message it said "My two guys,truck with guns just outside of town for the job."Tony sips his drink again, his eyes ajusting to the dim light.

Where's that other fella you were talkin to? He didnt look like the regular customer.