Hershey stood outside the HQ, wearing a sleek black suit with grey pin stripes and a matching fedora. He stood leaning up against the wall, waiting for the arrival of a new shipment of explosives. He had made this order a few weeks ago, calling up an old friend to return a favor he was owed. He was planning on rounding up a few of the boys and bombing a few of the other family's businesses.  Hershey had been catching a lot of shit from them, and wanted to shut them up.

He light a cigarette, and took a few puffs, when a truck pulled up. (insert name here) went over to the drivers door, and greeted a short stocky man as he stepped out of the cab.

You got the things I asked for, Bart?

 The man nodded his head, and headed around to the bed of the truck where he lifted up the tarp that was concealing the contents.

Oh yes, this will work nicely, very nicely indeed.  Thanks Bart.

Hershey reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and retrieved a manila envelope, then handed it to the man. Bart smiled and walked over to the cab that was waiting for him at the end of the driveway.  He nodded to the gatekeeper, entered the cab, and was gone.

Hershey signaled for a few guys to come out the headquarters and unload the goods. Four or five men responded and came outside to help unload.  It was careful, tiring work. As the last of the explosives were unloaded, Hershey was approached by another mobster...

 A young boi walks up.

"Names Reign, hear you got booms... who what and where? not why...."

rastaman hears this thing going down walks up...

yeah who u plan on bombing and when.

Standing on the corner hiding a quarter ounce of pot in his jacket, Timothy saw the driver exit from his truck and lifted the tarp, revealing the goods to the other man. "What the fuck is going on?", he asked himself. Curious, he turned his head left, then right, seeing if anyone else was watching. He walked over to one of the men and asked, "What's up? You selling something on my block?"

yeah i gotta couple pounds

"Show me your stash.", he said. "If it's top shit, maybe i'll consider purchasing from you."

rastman pulls out a 1lb bag of weed gives it to tim to inspect it.

Timothy takes hold of the bag, then inspects it. He looks at it from every angle. Looking at the grin that Rastaman is fronting, he starts to think it's not all that's under the tarp. "Let me see more.", he asks hoping the truth will be let loose.

rastaman wipes the smirk off his face and says

look i just came here to see what was going on with theese bombs this tarp aint even mine.

rastaman uncovers the tarp anyway.

Hey!  No drug dealin on the bosses property!  Go around the corner.

Hershey eyes the men offering to help out.

Okay, Here's the plan boys.  Were gonna load this here Car up with explosives and go and take to the mechanic shop the Cuneo's are protectin'.  We set the shit to go off in ten minutes, by which time we are already driving away with my driver.  Capiche?

wait this is coreleones is it if it is give the don my regards.

rastaman nods to the plan.

whos driving?

Timmy chuckled as he heard the plans. "That's it?", he asked. "That's the whole plan?!" He laughed some more, holding his gut as it started to hurt. "What about afterwards? When their boys come looking for us, and for sure they will! I think we should bomb the place, then set up a camp, and when they finally come, shoot 'em!"

 after realizing that tim was right.

yeah but were would we set up camp in the middle NYC

Hershey frowns at them

That happens to be where we were going to be driving too, thanks.

rastaman gives a sigh relif

alright lets go

Timothy whipped out his pistol. He counted the bullets, then reached into his pocket and counted more bullets. "Is everyone good on bullets?", he asked around. "And is there a head count on the targets?"

Yeah. There is plenty of ammo in the getaway car.

He lights a cigarette.

And there are at least 15 men in their that belong to Cuneo.  Plus the shopkeeper.  He is a different story though.  Rasta, I want you to grab him and bring him with us, but make sure no Cuneos see you do it.

rastaman looks at tim

i got bullets and i dobt theres a head count

Timmy looked at Hershey.

"And me? I ain't driving, that's for sure."

hey man i dont even know were we going just bissness so that leeves hershey.