It was all set. The two crews were ready. Evolution had met a fortnight earlier to discuss a job that was brought to Sereno's attention by one of his street sources. To put it Simply, it was to be a stash house hit. After the initial coming together, the phase of securing information for the plan then took place. The house was staked out from an apartment across the road and the happenings of key members of the North Side Brigade were monitored and reported.

For over a week the crew put together the opposing North Side crew's movements, their member's schedules and pieced together the plan, bit by bit. It involved understanding who would be at the stash house, when the best time would be to move and how they would buy enough time to break into the safe that stored the drug money - which was to be collected later that day. There was also information that the place would be plush with drugs ready to hit the streets.

If it all went to plan then Evolution would be swimming in money, drugs and would by default have put a massive dent in the North Side Brigade's operation. Sereno planned that Evolution would then be taking on their drug business under his guidance and direction. That is, if it all went to plan.

Even with a floor plan of the stash house and a weeks worth of intel there was always the possibility shit would go sideways. All members knew this. It was a key point when they met and Sereno initially put the idea across. Those who stepped up knew the risks. The rewards though, they were convincing.

Before the first crew moved, this was re-enforced by Sereno as they sat in the Cadillac Series 60. It was nearly time.

"Alright, we're nearly set." he said before flicking his pocket watch closed.

It was almost half past twelve in the afternoon, the time when some of North Side Brigade's key members would be dining at a North Side restaurant. Sereno slid the gold watch into his trouser pocket. He carefully looked through the front windscreen and down the street at the surrounding area. No cop cars in sight. Some people going about their business, yet that was to be expected. He was more looking for anything, or anyone, that might pose a threat to what was to come.

Satisfied, Sereno then turned in his seat and looked at the three members who were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in the back.

"Remember what we went over. This is a massive score. Let's keep it tight and on point. We all want to be celebrating afterwards, so no fuck ups. If we do this right, it should buy enough time for the others."

Sereno outstretched his hand. A tommy gun was picked up off the floor in the back by Joey, who was tasked with making sure the Thompson M1928A1 submachine gun was loaded and able, on top of his other duties. Sereno grasped the weapon in both hands. He nodded at Joey, eyed the other men briefly then turned back around. He cocked the gun and waited as Scratchy put the car into gear. It was go time.

The tires of the luxurious yet mid-priced Cadillac screeched as the car pulled out from the curb and onto the main strip. They were at the far end of North Clark Street as Scratchy placed his foot hard against the gas pedal and made sure he gave the 100mph stolen car all it had. It picked up pace then skidded to a halt in front of the restaurant, putting a few heavy looking men in suits standing outside on alert.

From the view of the restaurant you could see the black Cadillac now parked in the centre of the street with a bunch of men inside it. Before anyone could do anything else, Sereno pushed the door open with his left hand and stepped out with the tommy gun in his right, the butt stock end of it secured firmly into his armpit. As the men in front of the restaurant realized what was about to go down they immediately went for their own weapons.

Sereno stood in the middle of the street with the gun pointed in the direction of North Side Brigade's midday luncheon. His left hand made its way to the front grip. Then, all hell broke loose. As the opposing men instinctively drew their weapons, a continuous stream of bullets pumped out from the submachine gun. Sereno held the trigger down as the gun fired, round after round, and he directed the devastating .45 calibre bullets toward the shell shocked gangsters.

The men dropped, one after the other, as 600 rounds per minute tore through them, the front windows of the shop and a couple of cars parked out front. As the carnage began, a pair of women screamed almost simultaneously as they and other bystanders rushed for cover. It was sheer luck no civilians were hit in the crossfire on the streets, yet that couldn't also be said for those inside.

The trigger finger of Evolution's left hand man eased up. His adrenaline was still pumping yet his part in this days activities were mostly at an end. The men standing guard outside the restaurant were taken care of. Their bodies were bleeding out on the sidewalk. One got hit several times as he stood in the open and attempted to return fire. He wasn't quick enough. His body now sat twisted, slumped over and against the brick exterior in front of the large broken window.

There were two other men, dead and riddled with bullets, laying on the cement tiled sidewalk. Another tried to rush back inside but got shot in the back and ended up through the glass door before he got a chance to open it. The restaurant windows were smashed and the remnants could be found littering the sidewalk, the road and also throughout the inside of the restaurant. It was only a fifteen second rampage, but it could've ended in ten. Sereno felt like cutting up the cars in front just for the fuck of it.

As Sereno made his way back into the Cadillac, JoeyOlbose, Anton_giovanni and Arakis exited the car. The job was now underway and there was no going back. Sereno removed his grey fedora and placed it on the seat then rubbed at his face. He was flush and his heart was still racing, his breath short and sharp. Scratchy was on edge and fidgeting in the drivers seat next to him. The two looked at each other and Sereno took the moment to re-focus their driver.

"Keep on the lookout for law enforcement!"

As Scratchy eyed their surroundings, Sereno turned his attention toward the three Evolution members who were now making their way toward the restaurant. JoeyOlbose was the next to act...

Joey and the others watch with a sense of tense, heart-racing excitement as Sereno tears apart the restaurant and much of the opposing crew's force. Broken shards of glass, wood, and blood fly in every direction making the entire business front look almost unrecognizable from it's previous state. As the smoke and debris begin to clear Sereno makes his way back to the car, giving a signal to Joey that it was his turn now.

Joey reaches beneath his seat and produces "Ol' Bessie", a sawn-off 12-gauge shotgun that has been his baby longer than he can remember. He opens the car door, leaving it open behind him for his family members to follow closely behind.

As he nears the front door Joey can hear the shuffling of feet and quickening movement just on the other side. Joey shouts to the two behind him to get cover. Anton and Arakis listen closely and quickly dive into cover on either side of the door.

Joey plants his feet firmly on the ground and raises his shotgun towards the doorway, just as two more thugs run into view with arms extended, clutching at the handguns in their sweaty palms. The first of the two stops in his tracks when he sees the large man with the shotgun standing in his path, almost instantly fear fills his eyes and panic emblazons his face. Joey pulls the trigger and fires the first round off, connecting perfectly with his target's chest, ripping through flesh and causing blood to soak the second man as he runs around the corner and into the lifeless body of his friend. 

Rolling and sliding across the floor the second gang member starts to pick himself up off of the ground only to be met by the feeling of warm steel on the back of his neck. Joey smiles to himself and chuckles lightly before he nearly decapitates the man with his second shot.

Removing a handkerchief from his pocket Joey wipes blood from his face and motions for Anton and Arakis to head inside. Anton climbs up first and heads towards the door while Joey effortlessly shoves two more shells into the shotgun, hanging back to make sure nobody follows them inside.

Anton_giovanni was ready for his opportunity next...

As Joey guns down the two North Side Brigade's goons exiting the restaurant and stood guard near the entrance, Anton and Arakis gives a nod to him and proceed cautiously into the establishment. As they got closer they begun to notice the destruction Sereno has caused. The amount of bullet holes on the windows and the fittings of the shop.

Good old tommies. This is going to be an amazing headline and newspaper sales is definitely going to boost up. Anton thought to himself. Prior to the hit, Anton has made sure that his best reporter from The Chicago Press, Tessio Calimbri is on standby. 

As they approach cautiously into the entrance, Anton stop Arakis in his track and motion him and Joey to take cover behind him. 

You can never be too safe, I have just manage to secure a crate of this baby just last Tuesday. Anton smile at Arakis as he takes a MK2 greanade out of his pocket. As Arakis gives a slight shake of head in disagreement to the usage of grenade, Anton just smile and pull the pin and proceed to lob it into the restaurant. 

Gr-GRENADE, FUCK THIS FUCKERS HAVE GRENADE GET INTO CO- Boom. 

As the shouting stops Anton look at Arakis and said.

This should take care of whoever Sereno and Joey didn't take out. Lets go check out how well the army has designed the grenade. As Anton and Arakis walks into the restaurant, they can see the mini warzone they have created in the middle of Chicago. They sees a small crater where the grenade has landed while the surrounding area has been littered with debris from the combine force of the earlier tommy gun and the MK2. Around the restaurant, they sees 3 bodies around area of the explosion while Anton sees around 2 more men are recovering from the blast. 

Fucking hell, some of them are still fucking alive. Anton shouted in disappointment.  

As Anton and Arakis runs for cover. Anton walked into another group of recovering survivors of the blast behind the bar trying to stand up with weapons in hand. Anton pulled out his browning high power from his shoulder holster and shot the three of them point blank.

While in cover, Anton pulled out another Walter PPK out from his other side holster. He took a small peek over from his covering position and notices that the 2 recovering men are still trying to get up, with a deep breath Anton got out from his cover behind the bar hopeful that the men will not suddenly get up and shoot at his direction. However Arakis shouted at Anton and told him that he will take care of those two. Anton went back in cover and gives an amused nod to his peer. 

Well they are yours Arakis. Just don't take too long, cops could show up anytime now. As Anton checks the bar for a drink and lit a cigarette preparing to watch Arakis do his thing. 

Arakis was having a long day. He had to stop smoking for this job since he couldn't light up without a flurry of hacking coughs, and the occasional asthma attack.
 

He was focused, but irritable, and being paired with Anton certainly wasn't helping his nerves. While Anton was among the most competent men he knew, something about him whenever they worked together was simply, abrasive.
 

Arakis stalks quietly beside Anton, his piece, a rather weathered M1911A1 seeing rare time outside of it's holster. His eyes dart around, taking in the destruction while looking for survivors. I wouldn't want to be the guy that pays to repair this mess, Arakis thinks to himself.
His thoughts freeze when Anton pulls out a grenade, and he gives a clear shake of his head, which of course is ignored as Anton lobs it forward.
 

Arakis covers an ear with his free hand, pressing the other into his shoulder.
 

BOOM
 

"What the hell Anton! You've got a perfectly good gun don't you?" Arakis grumbles.
Anton just grins, stating that this should take care of whoever Sereno and Joey didn't take out along with some quip about testing the army's hardware.
 

Anton spies three armed survivors, gunning them down quickly. Arakis murmurs to himself, Bastards probably thought they'd been lucky to survive till now. His voice raising as Anton levels his now two pieces on a pair of still stunned men.
 

"These two are mine! You had your fun let me have mine."
Arakis grins and traipses over to the men who are just finally on their feet. While Anton moves over to the bar. He levels his piece at the first man. "Slowly now, drop 'em". He holsters his own piece after they, reluctantly, comply. He hunkers down, bringing his hands open palmed up in front of him beckoning towards the man he'd just pointed his gun at.
 

The man looks towards Anton, then towards his larger companion. The men charge at Arakis suddenly, the larger one aiming, and landing a wicked blow to his shoulder while the smaller one lurches for his face. The smaller man isn't so lucky, he catches Arakis' palm straight into his nose, which breaks with a loud crack, only to have that followed up with a haymaker straight to the jaw.

Arakis chortles as the smaller man falls, letting the giant land a few more blows, laughing even as he's pummeled. Arakis strikes suddenly, a jolting blow square below the man's sternum, causing him to fall flat. He looks up at Arakis, who's trying to stop his laughing, spitting at him before Arakis stomps his chest, the sickening crack of bone ringing out again.
 
Arakis walks over to Anton fishing for a cigarette only to stop when he remembers why he couldn't be having one right now. Anton looks at him sideways, querying: "I don't see how not shooting them helps us". Arakis is about to answer when a sharp whistle rings out, causing them to bolt towards the exit.
 
It was Scratchy's move.

Sitting in the vibrating car - each ripple that went through scratchy made him unnerved, yet with his hands on the wheel and his eyes looking around him - Scratchy knew he could operate this vehicle without flipping out.

With the constant sounds of lead and explosions within the building, a certain tick starts to develop within him, Scratchy starts to clench the wheels hard - putting his head near his legs trying to make the sounds go away, as the gun starts to cease to only two or one shots, the gunfire cease - yet none of his members are outside, the nerves kick in as he legs start to shake and the sweat cascades down his face, removing his cap and throwing it violently on the ground where the peddles are.

Scratchy hears something, within his mind of constant voices of the past, yet he hears this - something faint in the distance - but quickly gets louder and louder - beginning to snap into reality, he remembers this sound;

HONK HONK

Scratchy holds the horn of the car for the longest time as he see's; Joey, Anton, Arakis flood out of the building - looking as jolly as ever. Scratchy's faith and confidence kicked him into gear as two sirens where two inches away, the three jump into the vehicle and all tap Scratchy on the back and all simultaneously saying the words "GO GO GO". 

Kicking the gas, flooring it down into the street - it seems the police are coordinating as vehicles start to flood every road that's being able to the turned towards Giovanni's Warehouse. Turning erratically to try and get the police off of him, Scratchy drives down theses streets - alternating to keep the cops off him - a song plays through his head - as the roads turn into pages for his art;

As cops try to ram the vehicle - Scratchy takes a left as the cop car rams into a building, leaving piles of scrap metal behind him - turning perfectly missing the oncoming traffic.

'Ava Maria'

Going nearly 100mph down this elongated street - cars that common folk have nearly crash into their neighbours just to miss the heap of speeding metal. Cop cars seem to blockade the end of the street - making Scratchy U-turn and pass into a just fit alley way moving into the direction of Tom_Shelby's Dock.

'Nunc et in hora mortis'

Flying through the air after a minutes of pure bliss as the car races down the street towards Anton's Warehouse - Scratchy loses track of what he was doing, going through streets unneeded, not hearing where sirens are coming from, just the innocent thrill of driving such a fast car, Scratchy approaches a large barrier of police with an under pass to the left of him and a building to the left, all that is left is the back.

 - 'Ava Maria' cuts sharp in his mind, as he eyes fully open - the bright lights and the amount of police in front of him make him stop dead in the streets. His eyes widening and his firsts clenching hard. With him staying still - cops storm behind him. Scratchy takes his chances and rams through into the underpass - hitting the front of the cop car - following through..

Somewhere else, the others are somewhere else - and CloverLuxille is the one to make the first move

Chopper was new to the family, but not new to this lifestyle. He had grown up following around all the self made mafia members and big names. When Chopper heard about this job, he was persistent in bugging Sereno about letting him in on the action. Finally Sereno succumbed to Choppers begging and gave him the smallest job, but an important one nonetheless. 

Chopper decided on a disguise, but to get the one he needed, he would have to do what most men would not dare do. Chopper was walking down the street minding his own business, he occasionally passed a civilian also minding there own business. Finally, he was nearing a cop, Chopper snatched the hat off the man's head and began to run. The police officer gave chase behind him, while blowing his whistle. Chopper ducked into an alley and pulled out a homemade knife, then stood behind a trash can. The cop ran into the alley, but slowed down into a walk as he realized that this is the place where most of cities murders take place. He walked slowly passed the garbage bin looking both ways in a panic state. Chopper jumped up and drove the knife into the cops chest three times. The unfortunate officer struggled for life but it was too late, he himself had become victim of a Chicago style homicide. Chopper quickly stripped the officer of his clothes before they could get soaked in blood. He started putting them on, when he got to the shoes, the last part of his disguise is when he heard Sereno giving the restaurant a makeover. Chopper ran out of the alley and looked around for the cruiser he knew was parked somewhere. SCORE, he had found it, Chopper got in and turned it on, proceeding to his appointed job.

When Chopper showed up to the stash house, he saw the two guards outside. They were big scary men, they looked more like seasoned killers. There was a handgun visible on each guards side belt. Chopper got off the cruiser hoping to God this cop thing worked, the two men looked at each other like they had seen a ghost. 

Chopper-Hello Gentlemen, there was a report of suspicious activity in the area.

Guards-No sir pig, nothing here.

Chopper pulls out his gun and yells for the men to drop ttheir guns. They look at each other as if to ask the question "do we do it" and drop their guns. Chopper then yells for them to lay face down on the ground, where he proceeds to put handcuffs on them. There were 5 men at the living room window staring at Chopper, giving him dirty looks. Chopper could give two fucks though, he loaded the guards up and waved goodbye to the rest of the men in the house quietly whispering. "Your never gonna see them again" 

Chopper had to get rid of the clothes and the vehicle or he would be in some deep shit with the PD  He drove to the junk yard where he paid off the owner there. He was to take the vehicle to the crusher, no questions asked on to what was inside. He drove the vehicle to the crusher, stripped his clothes off and walked away. There were screams as metal crushed into metal, but Chopper wasnt concerned. He bought some raggedy clothes from the yard owner and caught a ride to a spot a block down from the house.

Tom watched silently from a nearby alley way as Chopper handcuffed the men and drove them off. Tom looked up at Matteo and nodded before throwing away his ciggerete butt and grabbing the Tommy gun resting against the wall. "Alright lads'' Tom said looking at the men standing before him. ''Today we become bloody rich. This is a massive step for the crew. If all goes well we control North Sides drug market''

Tom put on his cap and walked out of the alley in front of the stash house where a man stared at him from the living room window. Tom looked up the man, whipped out a revolver and shot the man clean in-between the eyes. As the man fell Tom whistled and the lads followed him.

Tom straightened his collar and pulled his cap down low over his eyes before kicking the door with all his force. Two startled looking men in suspenders and fedoras stood up from a card game and reached under the table. Tom raised the Tommy to his shoulder and opened fire on the men. It wasn't like mobsters to bring the Tommy to their shoulders but Tom wasn't in it to look fancy. The two men fell, blood soaking through their shirts from the fresh bullet holes. Tom walked up to the table and grabbed the Ace of Spades, dropping it in the pool of blood at his feet.

''Search this room and grab anything expensive'' Tom yelled at the men, realising he was in charge. As tom went to speak again a bullet hit the wall behind Tom. Tom saw the man in the doorway and looked him in the eyes. It felt like an eternity as Tom studied them. Light blue. Tom pulled the trigger but nothing happened and the man did the same. Both of their jaws dropped and there was a stand off. Tom whipped off his cap and lunged at the mans eyes, cutting him with the razor blades sewn into the peak. The man clenched his eyes and screamed. Tom violently kicked the man in the face and looked at his eyes again. Red.

Tom looked around and realised there should only be one more man in the house If the planning was right. He pulled out his revolver and walked down the hallway, sticking close to the wall. He came to a door and slowly opened it. The second he twisted the handle there was a shotgun blast and a scream. Tom paused. The scream was a scream of terror not of pain. A sobbing started behind the door and Tom walked inside. A boy of 15 sat in a ball against a massive safe. Tom looked down at the boy and dropped his revolver. "Go home lad. And don't say a thing about what happened''

As the sobbing boy nodded and ran out Tom walked up to the safe and began working. Well it wasn't so much working but placing a small explosive against the lock. ''Everybody back'' Tom said. The explosion finally came and the door swung open. Tom grinned and studied the contents. 100k and a shit tonne of drugs. 

I make my way through the building having entered with Tom. Somehow I managed to lose sight of Tom as I was now on my own. I walk from room to room trying to locate the drugs. Rounding the corner two men spot me and yell out "STOP THERE AND DROP THE FUCKING GUN".

Having to think quick I reply "you dumbasses, I work here... my cousin and your boss hired me. Today is my first day here and you point a gun at me...THE FUCK IS A MATTER WITH YOU TWO!. I heard gunshots so I'm looking for the assholes before they get the goods. My cousin won't be happy when he hears this".

The men apologize and lower their guns... soon as they do I fire one shot off and strike one in the head then immediately shot the other one 4 times before he has time to react.

"FUCK that was too close".

I then continue down a shot up hallway and enter a room only to find that Tom already located the drugs and was with a drunk Koehler. I stare into the safe and see all the cash and drugs.

"Lets grab this shit and get the fuck out of here!.

Koehler was waiting in the alleyway, laying on his back, staring at his fresh butterfly tattoo. He held his left pant leg up high to unveil the piece of art on his inner thigh. Someone who didn't know about his tattoo would think he was trying to do something.. awkward. Koehler wasn't one to hide his immaturity though, and he wouldn't change his act now.

Koehler was intended to stay at Anton's warehouse, but he fought his way into tagging along to the stash house. Drunk or not, he always loved a piece of action and he refused to miss such a promising takeover. Though he was expecting more action than staying outside, staring at his thigh with someone constantly watching him.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out and nearly deafen Koehler. The perfect time to head inside, he thought to himself. He rolled over on to his right side, lifted his body up with his arm, and managed to get himself into a sitting position. Getting up wouldn't be so easy. He moved his legs so his feet were firmly planted on the ground, placed his left hand behind him and his right hand on the side. With a huff, a puff and maybe some urine leakage, Koehler was standing, though very wobbly.

'Maybe I shouldn't have drank today,' he thought to himself. That had to be the first time he ever thought such a thing. He inched his way over to the porch, just barely staying upright the whole time. In his drunken state, he was unable to go up the stairs effectively. On the first step, his foot slammed into it and sent him tumbling forward. It was painful, but the only way he could get inside. He crawled up the remaining steps and used the wall at the top to stand back up.

Koehler peeked into the house and saw Tom standing next to a safe. He walked over to Tom just as he started cracking the safe. Koehler watched closely, leaning down and looking over Tom's shoulder while he cracked it. He occasionally bumped into Tom, throwing them both off balance. He nudged Tom, poked Tom, bit Tom, all to get his attention so he could ask how much longer it would take. Every time, Koehler was met with a sour face. He got the message and backed off to let Tom work.

Click! The safe made a loud noise to indicate it had unlocked, followed shortly after by KL entering the room. Everyone's mouth dropped when they saw the loot that was inside. They hit the jackpot, and to make matters even better, they heard more gunshots coming from outside. Koehler looked at Tom and KL and said;

"Fuck, where's Matteo_Beccaria?"

"Drink up boys"

Matteo offers shady figures behind him his scotch. Matteo is currently inside an apartment across the stash house, accompanied by the M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle Sereno gave him earlier this morning. He sees things unfold one by one as his comrades took their action. He was supposed to be with Tom in breaking that safe. However, Matteo unexpectedly erupted anger when Tom chose KL instead of him in the D day. He even went to brawl KL in the process which made Tom reluctantly commanded him in the look out duty to evade fuck ups that can be created by Mattteo inside.

"Relax, all according to plan" Matteo chirps.

"Shut up, fox. Just do as the deal said"

 The shady figures shown sour faces, mixed up with some dirt they received everyday on their faces and clothes. They are stern looking, with couple of bruises on their faces. They took out their guns and point it to Matteo.

"Okay, I understand.  Sereno is already there, Ms. Clover can be seen soon, so does Koehler" Matteo sneers while he commands the men to put out their guns.

The shady figures mumbles as they put out their guns back.

"Sshhh!! Shut up!" Matteo shrieks.

"It is her turn now" 

As Matteo grips down his M1918 BAR a figure with a cruiser came by to the stash house. He wears a police suits and starts conservating with the 2 guards in the front of the stash house. Matteo recognizes the man as Anton's underling he recently met. 

"That ain't the bitch" the shady figures starts yelping.

"Why? Because of no boobs on him?" Matteo mocks

The shady figures became furious they start grabbing and pointing their guns at Matteo again. 

"You damn fox!! You said All three will be here!! You said Evolution can be destroyed now!!"

"I know. Never heard of unexpected shits and plan B!?" Matteo snares at them, making them stunned by their realization.

"I can kill Clover after this. Let's kill the don and the LHM first, shall we?" 

The shady figures nods awkwardly after a few pauses between them. They then wait again, now waiting for Koehler to show up. They put their guns inside again while now, finally took Matteo's offer to drink some booze.

After a few booms and pain sounds, Koehler can be seen waltzing into the stash house limping because of drinks with KL and Tom.

"That's him!! Shoot him!!" They scream in joy. They move closer to the window where Matteo is.

Matteo grins seeing their behavior and then put the weapon next to his chin.

"You know when I said about unexpected shits and plan B?"

"It is not about Clover"

Matteo quickly rammed his M1918 to the man in his left, making the man's nose broken. Matteo then back kicks the man behind him in the nut sac and blows a strong hit with the butt of his heavy weapon to the man, making him unconscious. He knocks the another man instantly after that in the head as the man shrieks in pain.

"It is about me. I am done with being a stray fox" He said while fixing his weapon.

Soon after that, there are commotion outside, a few gunfires are heard, Matteo immediately look outside. A car, containing a few of the stash house' owner' men are attacking Koehler, KL, and Tom who are fleeing towards Scratchy's car. Some cops cars can also be seen there too, currently shooting at anywhere. Matteo took out his M1918 on the window and start shooting at the stash house's men. However, Matteo's accuracy is not on point today as he shoots almost everything he saw underneath. But then, he made enough time for his other comrades to escape from the place. 

Matteo finally leaves the place for Anton warehouse as everyone has agreed before. He took the nearest shortcut available and arrived there before any other guy. He took out a whiskey from Anton's cabinet and wait for his other comrades to come.

BAM BAM BAM! TC awoke to the sound of gunfire he was in the car looking at some "Pictures" and drinking some coca cola. He was the getaway driver for this job driving the crew to the spot and making sure they came back safe in one piece.

One bye on the crew slowly hopped into the car first it was Chopper, then Tom_Shelby, and KL. But they were missing someone the big boss himself Koehler and it was TC's job to watch him.

"GO GO GO.. Get us the fuck outta here!" KL said "We already got the money and the drugs let the drunk man take the bus!"

"Where the fuck is Koehler?" TC said

"He was right behind us we I don't know what happened." Tom_Shelby said worried

Before he could finish there he was Koehler drunk and stumbling around KL got out of the car and let helped him in

"Wait are you's waitin for? hit it! Lets go!" Koehler said with his breath smelling like alcohol

TC starts the car and the crew speeds away from the scene up ahead they scene blue and red flashing lights coming towards their direction.

Shit

TC slows down as they are driving pass one of the cop cars one of them looks into the car and sees Koehler he tips his cap and continues driving towards the crime scene.

"Tha Chief and Me are drinkin budies from way back." Koehler said before mumbling a few other things that nobody could understand

After a few minutes and Koehlers rambling in the car the crew finally reaches the warehouse and see everyone there

"We did it folks!"