“My guy at the harbor,...” the agent says, after scanning that no one is listening in. “He is getting anxious about all the cocaine not being picked up. This chaos is not good for business.”

"That's nothing.” The priest said. He looked all wary. “I give several services a day, but until I'm done, the bodies are piled up behind the church and things start to smell.””

“I understand.” The mobster says.

BAM BAM

The sound of the revolver is deafening in the small space. The mobster falls face down on the table. Blood oozes from her head and chest. The priest is covered in blood and the agent is scrambling for his gun. By the time he points it at the entrance, the doorway is empty. The sound of a revving engine quickly fades away. The agent sprints outside, but in the opposite direction of the car.

Meanwhile in the bathroom

Syd buttons his pants. He was finished peeing for a while, but had just stood there holding his junk, since he heard the shooting. By now this wasn't the first shooting he was close to, but it's something he'll never get comfortable with.

Carefully he opened the door and peeked around. The bartender calmly led the priest to the bar and poured him a scotch. Once he saw Syd, he poured another glass and motioned for him to come over.

Back at the bar

“Another one, eh?” Syd said, while nodding in appreciation for the drink. He looked over his shoulder at the body. He didn't recognize her. No idea who she was loyal to. Or worked for. Syd didn't know a lot, but by now understood that these two don't by default come hand in hand.
 

“I've worked here all my life and am not new to crime.” the bartender said with a sigh. "But what's happening these days is something else. It's not your typical conflict between families. Apparently, things like this happen all over the country.”
 

“A FBN Crackdown?” Syd offered.

“No, not them. I'm sure they are watching, but this seems from within.” the bartender said convinced, while he poured a drink for another shocked fella that finally found the confidence to appear from underneath the table where they were hiding.

"But, what do they want?” Syd asked.