Shipping All Neighbors Top-shelf Alcohol

(Part 1)

Dynamite always grew fond of the holidays and Christmas was at the top of his list. He had recently hosted a Thanksgiving feast where all mobsters were invited to join for a meal together and people flew in from all parts of the US. He knew, though, that travel around the Christmas holiday was one of the busiest times of the year and he wanted to spread some joy to his fellow mobsters no matter where they were or what crime family they were from.

He had recently completed a truck heist that involved a decent-sized shipment of barrel-aged bourbon. During that instance, he thought it was odd because he had completed so many interstate heists that usually consisted of clothing and general goods, you know, just the basic stuff to fence for a small buck. Dynamite ended up holding the truck driver hostage and threatened to torture him with the help of a few family members to find out where the shipment originated. After some "persuasion", the truck driver divulged that he did a pickup from a hidden warehouse outside of Hollywood Hills that was run by a small-time foreign organization.

After a few days of preparation, Dynamite and a few of his Ligambi associates approached the warehouse. It was a destitute, abandoned-looking building with high windows. There was only one set of doors in the front and a loading dock in the back, so Dynamite knew they could not get an advantage of seeing the interior of the building beforehand, however, the advantage was that they could isolate where potential defenders could be.

Ready to go, Dynamite kicked down the front door and they stormed in. There was no one to be found but there were many cases of various alcohol all along the warehouse. It appears they arrived at an opportune time.

Dynamite looked for the nearest phone and called his head bodyguard. 

"Boom, get everyone together and bring in a bunch of trucks to me. We have a lot of things to load and fast. I'll get you the address now."

To be continued...

(Part 2)

Trucks quickly arrived and many men and women made quick work of loading in the crates of alcohol into the cargo holds. Dynamite took note of how many units of alcohol there were and what kind. After the trucks were loaded, he directed them to a hidden Ligambi warehouse in the middle of nowhere to store.

"Boom," he whispered to his bodyguard, "did you bring the stuff?"

His bodyguard Boom brought over 10 cans of gasoline. They poured the perimeter of the clandestine storehouse with gasoline. Dynamite grabbed a bottle of beer from one of the loaded crates, chugged it, then grabbed a rag from a nearby trashcan. He stuffed it into the bottle then light it on fire. Walking away, he tosses the molotov cocktail into the building, seeing it become engulfed in flames.

They all drove off to the secret warehouse to figure out the logistics of the next step in the plan.

To be continued...

(Part 2)

After a week of planning, Dynamite was ready to execute the plan. He would have a delivery of fine alcohol sent to all crew leaders around the nation. After all, he was in a very giving spirit and it had no cost to him to procure the items. He thought it would give joy for all the crews to enjoy a drink with each other.

He met Boom back at the Ligambi warehouse.

"Sir," Boom said, "We have all the planes loaded. Just let me know where to tell the pilots to go. The trucks are ready for the local delivery in town."

"Here is the list and what I want you to send," Dynamite told Boom. "If you have any questions let me know."

Dynamite gave Boom the list that read:

Chicago: YourNextWife - Bourbon, BellaPoarch - Sparkling Wine

Detroit: Nuccio_Carrara - Whiskey, Jelly-Viterelli - IPA Kegs

Vegas: Martin - Gin, StripheGotti - Rum, Marie - Moscato, Mokus - Vodka

Los Angeles: Joseph-Ligambi - Irish Whiskey, LeoMaranzano - Brandy, BillyMastrosimone - 100 Year old Whiskey bottle

New York: SantoRubio - Tequila, raven7 - Japanese Sake, Sven - Amaretto, Space-to-the-Pole - Cabernet Wine

Philadelphia: BadWolf - Absinthe (please send a congratulations note for his new crew leadership), Cadhla - Hard Cider, Walter - Moonshine, LouisFratto - Scotch

And Make sure nothing breaks in delivery!

Signed,

Dynamite

Dynamite hoped his recipients would enjoy the fine alcohol. Before the shipments left, he spray painted on each of the crates, "Operation SANTA - Enjoy!"

End of Narrative

BellaPoarch was sitting in her office, looking over paperwork and settling ledgers. In the corner some presents remained unopened, but most were sitting in a tidy manner in the corner, ready to be put in a proper place. It had been an exciting, but stressful, holiday season, and she was mostly ready for it to be over, but could definitely use a drink.

She was just about ready to call someone to bring her some when there was a gentle knock on the door from one of her bodyguards, by the name of Emilio. “Ma’am, sorry to disturb you. There’s a package at the door, addressed to you directly. What should I do with it?”

Looking up from the intrusion, she nodded her approval.

Go ahead and bring it in, please.

A few moments later, Emilio delivered the crate to her office, where she couldn’t help but notice “Operation SANTA” spray painted on the side. She giggled a bit as she pulled a large blade from an inner drawer of her desk and pried open the crate, finding inside some fine Sparkling Wine and a note from Dynamite. She smiled and set it on her desk, turning to Emilio.

Emilio, draft a letter immediately to Dynamite, thanking him for his generosity. Then call everyone to the dining hall, it appears as though we’ll have something nice to drink with our celebrations.

With that, she turned the bottle a few times, smiling at it, and then setting her paperwork aside so that she could join the crew for a little holiday celebration.

Walter was making ready to head out for the evening. No particular destination in mind, just itching to get out of the office for a spell. No matter how much time he spent looking over and sorting paperwork, the mountain never seemed to get any smaller. Walter groaned as he was reminded of the dull headache he was beginning to form from staring at scrawling hand writing all day.

As he slowly descended his staircase, he paused to take in the last orange rays of sunset as the sun began to dip below the Philly skyline. A small smile began to form on his face as a man with slick black hair quickly approached. 

"There's a package that's just come in for you, boss man."

Walter sighed and made to wave the man off, his eyes rolling. "There's always another package, Jack. It, like all the other paperwork, can wait till the morning." Walter resumed his descent.

"I dunno boss man, this one isn't like the ones you've been getting as of late. This one came from the Mastrosimone left hand." The man stated, turning to follow Walter down the stairs.

"Dynamite, you say?" Walter asked, his curiosity piqued. "I suppose my walk can wait a bit longer."

Walter was taken to a room on the first level of his house. The door was opened to him revealing a package with "Operation SANTA - Enjoy!" painted on the side.

"The hell is an operation SANTA?" Walter asked himself as he moved to open the package. Within minutes, the package casing had been removed to reveal crystal clear moonshine. With a menacing smile, Walter grabbed one of the jars and gave it a shake, noting the larger bubble that popped almost the second the liquid settled.

"Now that's the good stuff." He turned to face Jack, his smile never dimming. "Get the crew together. I've just figured out how we will be celebrating this holiday."