Prime walks through the old gate of the distillery. the warehouse is closed and nobody is working here anymore. the latest raid if the FBN has closed the whole liqueur racket down.

Too bad he thinks. his old man had a nice piece of action here in Detroit. Prime keeps walking and looks around in the warehouse.. trying to find old memories of his old man. Only old and empty wooden crates can be found. well lets walk over this steel gangway. there below is a small office. that's THE office! Prime says to himself. lets go for its. walking down the ladder and jumping the last bit before touching the ground. Prime Shouts.. Anybody here?!

Walking further towards the office. a small breeze catches the face of Prime.