MacDre flipped the dashboard switch, and shut off the lights to his truck. Continuing to roll deeper into the forest the road twisted right and left, Dre shut off GiannaDeLuca, The voice of WCRN radio.

Topping over the hill the path opened up, to a large work shop. Pulling around the far side of the shop, Dre parks in between four, old, rusted eight hundred gallon brewing tanks. Stepping from the truck Dre could smell the mash boiling into the air.

From behind the still, Dre removed three large trash cans . Carrying the cans to the back of the truck, he lifted up the loading door where Striphe, and ICEMAN had been waiting. Hoisting the trash cans into the the back of the truck, Striphe began to rummage through them, to make sure all the product was legit. From the front seat Dre removed a small duffel bag, to leave in place of the trashcans.

A set of headlights began coming up the road, Dre wasn't sure if it was the moonshiners, or anyone, but he didn't care.

Signaling Striphe to drop the door, Dre ran and hopped into the driver seat. Throwing the transmission into reverse Dre slammed on the gas, dust filled the air, as Dre flipped the truck around. Swinging around and dropping straight into second gear Dre ditch the area as quick as he could. Leaving the the forest, Dre went on down the road, until he arrived at a gas station. Stopping to refill Striphe hopped into the passenger seat of the truck, The young man running the gas pump tapped on the driver window. "four dollars please"

Rolling down the window Dre slipped the boy cost, and tip, then got back on the road.

"aye Striphe, what's the count? We aught to get moving fast, our next drop off is two hundred miles away, but it's gotta be dropped off before morning. Liza is supporting us a place for a couple hours rest time, I think we can drink a couple Beers and head out. She might just come with to finish the mission."

As he took a drag from his cigar he was smoking, the cool night air blowing threw his hair as the two of them sped down the highway on their way to meet up with Liza to take a rest.. the road had been a long one but the men were out to make a bunch of money and you never knew who they might meet along the way. The window was about halfway down and the smoke from his cigar was quickly exciting the truck, but you could still smell the sweet smell in the air

"Hey Dre.. how long until you think we finally get there man I need to take a shower and make a few phone calls before we can hit the road again. I counted all the jars in the back and the count came out right, we got all the units. The stuff smells and looks real fresh.. fermented properly and ready for us to drink and distribute throughout these states!" switching the radio channel with his free hand as he rolled his window down all the way, offering a cigar to Macdre

"I will sure be glad when we get there, although this really is the good life. I mean man we got smokes, liquor in the back of the truck and we are on the way to make some big bills but I sure do miss home. What do you think they are doin back home right now Dre?"

Striphe laughed a bit and pictured his grandma smokin some nugz and everyone on the block all cooking and having a get together...

Suddenly the trucks jumped violently from hitting a pothole

Damn old road and old truck! I hope the liquor doesn't spill.. cant be having any troubles this close to making our deliveries, and this close to my shower and nap time

Dre was leaned forward, as far as he could, looking at the stars out the front window. Seeing Striphe's offer, Dre took the smoke, Lighting it up Dre peered back over to Striphe.

"Well about to take the short cut, and in forty five minutes we should be there!"

Before Dre could finish, Striphe was passed out, and snoring in the passenger seat. The petal hit the metal, as Dre pushed the truck as fast as it would go. Cruising down the road, of rates well over one hundred, Dre sure made it less than forty five minute trip.

Parking in front of Liza's Dre stepped from the Truck stretching his legs.

"Striphe we're here, wakie wakie, hands off snakie."

She had chosen the place as it looked inconspicuous, just another wharehouse out of town.  Enough to keep away the attention of prying locals and the law.   She walked down to the wharehouse doors and slid them open guiding MacDre and Striphe in by flashlight.  The wooden doors creaked slightly is they swayed open, she had thought how many trips like this she had used this as a stop over for.

Moving away from the doors she continued to wave them in as the flickering lights dimly lit the way to the dank archway.   Pointing them over to the other trucks she smiled as felt the cold chill of the night air.

Watching the sleepy head of Striphe yawning she grinned, as she beckoned the two upstairs. 

"Theres coffee on the stove and some stew and the beds are over there"

She pointed as she spoke before pulling the wharehouse doors shut.  a thick plank set accross the middle to keep unwanted guests out.  She had heared both way out of the state the G-men had been mountining operations especially around baltimore and newark.   Dropping down a map, she drew small crosses in blue pen where the g-men had been mobilized in the last twenty-four hours.

Wiping his sleepy eyes he walked around the place, picking up a few old things to look at them and quickly placing them down where he had found them. He paced around the place and finally going over and sitting down by the map Liza was going over, he pulled out a flask from his coat pocket and took a swig.. offering it to both Liza and MacDre

"Well as I said before I am with you until the end and we need to unload this stuff asap. The fuzz and damn narcs are everywhere and having this much liquor and not a big party makes me nervous" he said while untying his shoes and getting comfortable

Taking another drink from his flask he smiled placing the flask away as he stood up and walked over getting himself some coffee and stew. The steam coming from the pot smelled so good and heated him up on a cold night tonight

Well I say some food for me and then sleep and then whats on the plate for the day MacDre??

Striphe took a bite of the stew and indulged in the taste before swigging it down with some coffee, setting both down to take out his pistol and set it on the table. He quickly unloaded it and took it apart piece by piece while taking bites of his food. He cleaned a few parts before quickly reassembling it and placing it back into his holster

"Well the plan set was to drop off eighty gallons of the white lightening, to that old barn just down the road from ya grandfathers place. Ya know the joint? The deal was made for two hundred fire arms, bartered for the liquor."

Sitting at a small table, although comfortable, he was nervousness, Business had never been conducted with these allies, and two hundred guns could, well become the last thing he ever seen. "I will need all the strong arms I can get for this job, Striphe you go on now, and get ya rest, do your thing. In three hours we leave, and I am going to drink up to waist some time. We need you on hundred percent for this job man.

watching over like a mother hen she looked in the side rooms at the mix of family and associates with their heads down for the night.  Whistling at a stirring soul on the floor she softly spoke.

"refill the truck and check it over then turn it round ready to go but do it quietly"

Looking over at MacDre, she sensed the apprehension.  Walking towards the loft, she decided to prep the back up measures if things got messy.

As she sat loading the weaponry, she sat wondering whether to take a truck or hang back in the car in case things went nasty.  Looking round she grabbed a double barrel stevens shotgun thinking how it would put a dent in anyones ambitions.  Smiling she looked down at the .32 smith and western j-frame.  Walking down the stares she looked around the grouping wondering who was driving her today.

-ICEMAN-....steps up---looks at Macdre and Striphe an says this is a bad idea ,,,i don't have a good feeling about this as he looks over to dre,,something ain't, right,he draws gun to be prepared and to cover the others,,,the deal went down. Finished the -ICEMAN- feelings,calmed down and no more suprizes,,they drive off to the next destination,to complete the next job as they talk and laugh---Macdre--looks over at the guys,,and says job well done---i could not have done this alone..

As they dropped off the jars and unloaded the trash cans off the truck, Striphe sat with a clipboard keeping track of stuff and the county

Striphe looked at ICEMAN, Dre and Liza and smiled "Ok guys should be three more and we are done here, ICEMAN glad you showed up, great timing with helping us unload friend and Liza lookin good as ever"

Striphe pats ICEMAN on the back and offers a cup full of the malt beverage the men had driven hundreds of miles to deliver

"So we unload all of this stuff and I say we crash for the night and get some grub and entertainment... I know of a great spot out by the lake but its a ways away we could cook up some meat and have some beer and relax"

"Or whats the plans guys"

Striphe sat down in a chair and fixing something that was stuck in his shoe

Liza smiled at -Iceman- thinking it was over. this was just the beginning she thought as she scouted around.  Talking to a buyer she looked for the guns that were supposed to come in exchange for the alcohol.  The G-men tightening routes as limited trade and a family without guns was vulnerable in a time of opportunity.  Watching them remove some foliage she looked at the long wooden crate underneath before opening and checking the quality of the merchandise.  Looking up at the man she listened as he said, "you get the rest as your product arrives". 

Understanding the caution but concerned about carrying the weaponry, she notioned over to two of the men standing against the car.

She knew it was going to be another worrying journey as she watched the guns loaded on the truck.  She looked over at striphe wondering where he was going to take the crew for rest, without them standing out like a sore thumb

Dre sat back, with his hand tucked inside his jacket palming his snub buddy. He was completely calm, and only really present to make sure, nothing went wrong. After all the guns had been loaded into the truck, Dre approached the men.

"Thank you, as a gift in gratitude, I would like to award your hard work. For it's a beautiful Saturday, I have children."

Dre pointed at one of the workers

"Do you have children? this barter feed my little ones mouths though" Dre slipped a couple hundred dollars into each laborers hand.

Hopping into the back of the truck, Dre grabbed the last Jars of shine that was due. Placing them behind the truck, Dre shook all their hands.

Striphe and Iceman Hoped in the Back of the truck and dropped the door. Dre invited Liza to sit up front and occupy him on the drive home.

Dre began to leave the trade post, and squealed his tiers a bit, it was to signal Striphe. And as planned, the loading door was quickly flung upward. Before the gun sellers even had time to think, a hail of led ran them down. IceMan and striphe both stood in the back of the truck with Tommy-guns, Spraying thousands rounds of hot ammo at everyone, and everything. Dre continued to stroll on down the road. Once he heard the shots stop, the magazines were empty, He stretched a bit, relaxed back, then looked at Liza and sighed. "It took a long damn time to fill them hundred jars with water from the damn well up in the hills"

A small grin comes accross her face as she looks down upon the deceased.  A short burst of maniacal laughter follows as she thinks how easy it is to repeat such a switcharoo as MacDre had pulled.  Wondering where the real hooch went she looked over at MacDre raising her hands as if to ask where did he switch it.

Looking down she pointed to a few of the associates to go body to body checking for further guns, before pointing another two back to the foliage to check for more crates,.  Her thoughts started to wander on whether to repeat this scam a few more times, or move on to something bigger and more profitable now they had the resources at their disposal.  Ideas of bank robberies, extortion and removing small local gangs came to mind as she thought of ways to expand territory without catching too much attention.

Another -Philly Caper completed---with the help of the NUGGAHOLICS !,,On to the next job the family discussed,what the next pick-up...or drop off--still have adrenaline from the last job !

I THE -ICEMAN-odes not know properly how to reply to a post,,,but i am trying,,and if i offended any family members---sorry---all i can say i am the -ICEMAN-