There were a lot of people that came to Don Tony Capazzo for money. He had his fingers in many different rackets and loansharking was one of these. It was one of many successes for Don Capazzo and it had been for so long that it pretty much ran itself nowadays. Interference was very rarely required. The clients knew the limits, they knew not to mess around and most importantly, they knew who was behind the loans. Don Capazzo's family Phoenix Rising had made a very reputable name for themselves and people had learned they were not to be fucked around - and they certainly couldn't be outsmarted.

However, every now and then, they had some stupid bastard or degenerate gambler that just couldn't grasp the risk or understand the history of Don Capazzo and his family. Whether they were attempting to get one over on the family, or they were ignorantly punching above their weight always remained unknown - but they soon learned their lesson either way.

Don Capazzo's Loansharking Racket known more commonly as 'Capazzo's Overflow' had many returning clients. One of which had brought forward a new client 'Warren Louis'. Louis had taken out a $500,000 loan with an interest of 3 points. Capazzo had been kind and offered the seemingly understanding gentleman reduced points due to the mutual friend they had. However, this didn't occur to him when it came to making the repayments. Now 2 weeks late, Louis had pushed the boundaries too far and something was to be done about it.

Capazzo asked two up-and-comers of his family, Albino and Kill-The-Irishman to pay the man a visit. After a half-hour meeting involving Louis, the two Phoenix Rising members and a baseball bat, they still left empty-handed. Louis had been taken to hospital and it was unlikely the stupid fuck was gonna pay up money anytime soon. However, one thing he did give them before his trip to ICU was details about a plane flying in with a large sum of unmarked bills. Something to do with a foreign exchange going down and the money was being returned this weekend. They didn't care where the money had come from - all they cared was when and where it was happening. With this knowledge now in their hands, they put together a small team from Phoenix Rising to grab the money.

The small gang consisting of Albino, Kill-The-Irishman, Spiels, Lane_Siegal, Crusher and LisG was planned out to a tee, happening at 3AM on the Saturday coming. With their getaway truck readily parked at the rear entrance, the crew were ready and waiting to gain entrance through the back of Trans-World Airlines, grab the cash and make a break for it.

And so the story begins...

Being a newcomer to the family Rain was going to let the Big Boys handle this heist she heard them speak of.  As she contemplated she decided oh hell no I want in.

My Grandfather worked with the master planners of this airport. He was there when they devised the passenger terminals and provided flexibility for the movement of cargo in the design as well.

As a youngster my brother and I ran rampart through the cargo areas and became very familiar with the sophisticated warehousing operations located at Trans-World Airlines. She even knew how to get the dwell times.  Dwell times refers to the amount of time cargo stays in a terminal yard or storage area while waiting to be loaded or unloaded. I learned all about drugs and money being transported in containers.

I even know how to get into some of the security area doors that are left unattended by lazy, low paid don’t give a shit cargo handlers who utilizes them for their easy smoke breaks.

After a little investigation I rode around the area of Trans-World Airlines until I spotted Albino and the rest of the gang.  I turned off my light and parked in a secluded area.  

Albino, Albino its Rain I quietly called out.  I didn’t want him to shoot first and ask questions later.  I knew he was saying what the fuck she is doing here.

As I got gets close to him I pulled him aside.

Hey my man I know you don’t really know me but I know this place like the back of my hand.  You need to trust me on this.  I don’t know all the details but I can guide you to a more secure place where you can get in and out. I know it involves Warren Louis I know exactly where his shit arrived.

I have already checked things out. I stopped in to say hello and shoot the breeze with the guys I know here.  I bought them a bottle of Crown Royal so getting the info was easy and they are happy campers.

You have to act fast but you will have ample enough time to find the money.  I am told they always walk out with black briefcases. Louis, neither his men are allowed in the area yet.  The workers and Custom agents will be in another area for at least another 45 minutes.

You need leave your cars where they are parked now.  I pointed in the direction I want them to go Go to the corner and make a right.  Walk down pass two warehouse. On the far side of the second warehouse you will see a cargo shuttle looks similar to a golf cart thing, it has the keys in the ignition.  I put 3 cargo handlers’ uniforms there for you to slip into.  You will go down about 200 yards and make a right into a small alley.  Once through the alley swing a left you will see a door straight in front of you.  I left the door unlocked.  If you find it locked there is a security key they leave right on top of the panel box to your left.  I glanced at the logs and know his shipment is sitting in that warehouse.  The containers clearly identify the owners of the shipment and there are only 5 listed so it won’t be hard locating it.

I can’t go with you and risk blowing my cover.  Everything should go smoothly and you should be able to return the little shuttle thing and walk back to your cars..  Get in and out.  This plan is solid but if the shit hits the fan do not exit the way you came in.  In the back of the warehouse on the right side you will see an exit sign.  Go through there; a long hallway that is hardly ever used  will lead you right back to here where your cars are parked.

Please trust me on this.  I know what I am doing.  It’s not the first time.  

Good luck and show me the money.

KTI strolled into the main area of the airport, he check his watch.. 

 3 in the morning, he said to himself as he began to walk towards two young looking customs agent, one was tall with a heavy frame, the other a little more average. 

Psst, hey you two, KTI whispers to the two agents. I got the scoop on a delivery of booze coming in, I can get you some details.

At this point the two young agents are excited at the fact they are going to get a bust. 

Look, we can't talk about this here, for all I know they could already be here. We need to talk about this... 

Why don't you come with us sir, the bigger agent interrupts before KTI can finish his sentence.

The two agents escort KTI to an interview room somewhere within the airport. While sitting in the interview room with the two customs agents, what looks like their supervisor walks in and shuts the door. 

You two, scram! I'll take this one. The supervisor says to the two young agents. The two agents promptly leave. 

So, you know a thing or two about some illegal stuff, yeah? The supervisor says. 

Yeah, maybe.. What happened to those other two? KTI asks.

Oh, them? They're going back to work like they are suppose to! The man exclaims!

Oh, I see KTI says. If I give you the information, what's in it for me? 

What's in it for YOU! The supervisor shouts as he stands up and marches towards KTI. The man then gets into KTI's face. 

Listen here you little shit! YOU came here to talk to us.. I will NOT bargain with a piece of sh.. While sitting in his chair, KTI grabbed the agent by the back of his neck, stood up and slammed his head onto the metal table that took up most of the interview room. This knocked the agent put instantly. 

Perfect. KTI said to himself as he changed into the man's uniform. 

KTI then grabbed the keys off the key ring and unlocked the interview room and moved the now almost naked supervisor to the neighboring room that was the employee locker room. KTI then stuffed the man into one of the empty lockers. 

KTI went around through the employee entrance, and around back to meet the rest of his crew....

Spiels had spent many years hanging out in the various strip clubs around town.  He had made many connections, done numerous "favors" for the club owners, and financially helped out more strippers than you could ever imagine.  It was time for them to finally help him out.

He had done his homework and knew that there would be 12-16 people just passing time in the break room in the early morning hours.  He knew this because he had spent a couple of years right out of school working with those guys at the airport.  There was really nothing to be done at that hour and they spent lots of time sitting around a table playing cards, sipping whiskey from flasks in their pockets, and finding broom closets to take naps in. 

Spiels spent the better part of 3 days putting together a team of strippers.  Their instructions were simple.  "Tits and cards.  That's all these men need to be worried about from 2:30-5:00 am.  There is a small room 20 feet down the room from the break room.  Each man will be taken to that room, one at a time.  Give them the time of their life.  But only one at a time and no one else leaves the room for any reason.....or the party is over for everyone."  Spiels then found 2 low level thug associates to accompany the girls.  They were to show their face and then stand guard at the door.  If anyone tried to leave, they knew what to do.  None of those involved knew what was going on.  They thought that they were just having a party for some hard working guys at the airport.  Everyone was going to be happy.  The men would have a night to remember (and wouldn't dare tell what they were doing to superiors), the girls made more money than they could earn in a week, and the thug associates......they knew not to ask questions.  Anyone leaves that area of the airport before 5 am and the associates would not see 6am.

Spiels showed up at 2:45 and made sure the party had started.  He slipped the associates a little extra in the form of Ben Franklin's.  "5am.  Not a minute before."

With that Spiels made his way to the other side of the airport to meet up with the rest of the crew......

Having a meeting with a high class Cuban fellow at the airport, Ocknotyn and his group of well armed prostitutes take up all the space in the small diner next to a Trans-World Airlines gate. He notices a truck sitting just outside the back entrance of the airlines and recognizes it. It was apparent that the truck came from South Philly, having the tell tale 'gold trimming' that TonyCapazzo had on everything he owned.

Ocknotyn, having a feeling that something was about to go down, slid a note to his immigrant friend, telling of the location where he could start making money for himself. He dismisses the cuban man, ordering one his killer prostitutes to warm up his vehicle that he uses so rarely.

The customs agents, standing around not doing their jobs, appeared lonely to Ocknotyn. He ordered part of his group of women to comfort them while they are hard at work, serving them drinks and whispering sweet nothings. Ocknotyn exits the airport with the remaining hooker mercenaries and gets into his vehicle, hoping that this distraction was good enough for keeping his friends out of the slammer. He knew that if shots rang out, his trusted concubines would provide support for his collegues.

Not knowing what was to happen next, Ocknotyn went to a local brothel to allow his hooker army to unwind with some of the ladies there, not allowing them to touch another man without expressed permission.......

LisG heard the great news,  he along with other members were going to do a mission for Don TonyCapazzo.

The night before, LisG had all ready, everything was in place, the suit he was going to wear, the shoes all shiny, nothing very expensive but nothing so cheap as to not draw attention.

LisG got to the Airport and looked at his watch is 2:50am.

"Well, ten minutes early, let's do this" he say to himself, still sleepy because he was having some drinks the night before, but well enough to do the job.

While LisG is waiting for the signal, he is looking around to see all that happens and trying to see how many agents are there.  LisG start walking around trying to find the others and suddenly he sees this beautiful woman in a red dress that calls his attention,  LisG started to follow the woman, then he remember he is on a mission for the Boss and can't get distracted, he doesn't want to disappoint Don Capazzo, "Its better if I stay focus in this" say to himself.

LisG go back to the plan and keep looking for the others at same time he is looking for coffee.

Knowing that everything in place, that this plan is incredibly audacious and well organized "Cant fail, or Shouldn't fail" he thinks and keep walking, when he see this Coffee Shop " I'm safe" he say and heads there.

LisG gets in line to order, almost getting to order he notice who is dispatching is a very beautiful woman and stop for a few seconds to take a look at the menu but really was to look at the lady after a few seconds.

"Hi there"
"Can I have a coffee black, please"

He places a dollar bill on the counter.
"There you go darling 1 dollar, keep the change"

LisG is drinking his coffee when he notice that Spiels is coming his way and take another look at the watch "Yeah its almost time" think to himself.

As Spiels heads to the meeting place he starts running thru his head whether there was anything that could go wrong.  Any minor detail that someone might have forgotten.  It was in that moment he remembered the beautiful girl that worked in the coffee shop on the other side of the airport. 

It wasn't so much the beautiful girl that worried Spiels.  She wasn't that bright.  They could probably steal the $58.00 out of the cash register while they were at it and she would never know.  But LisG......he knew LisG's weakness.......and it was beautiful women.  If LisG stopped for a coffee we might never get his attention back, or worse yet, he might not make it to the heist.  So off he went to take care of his buddy and make sure he is not distracted by the woman's beauty.

As Spiels got closer it was just as he suspected.  He shook his head and grinned to himself.

"LisG.  Do you even like coffee?  I know she's beautiful and all, but we have work to do.  When this is all said and done I can get you all the beauties that you want.  Now put the coffee down and let's go."

While LisG is there standing with his coffee and looking the beautiful girl Spiels come and say " let's go".

"Fine let's go", say LisG whit his head down.

"Dam, I was trying to get to know her better men, you do know my weakness" with an smile is his face.

Spiels and LisG keep walking trying to finally meet with the others to get this job done.

Lane is sitting outside of TWA with the rest of the crew when all of a sudden he gets goose bumps thinking about the money and the opportunity this was. To do a job for The BOSS was something that every family member dreamed of doing and doing well. Lane is dressed in a nice black suit and black hat. The gun he was carrying was a special one to him it was a Colt 45 1911 ACP.

Lane is sitting in the back of the black van smoking a cigarette and playing with the safety and clip on his gun thinking about the job and what he was goin to have to do.

Lane cant see his watch cause it is dark so he is mumbling to the somebody, "Is it 3 yet?" "Has anybody seen Spiel or KTI?"