I was in Las Vegas for something special. Not for entertainment, gambling, drinking whatever the hell you wanna think people go there for. I was a mobster, not your average person. A little money goes a long way for the cops, and a little $5000 here and a $2000 here and somebody knows where the cheapest shipment of coke is. Only Vegas of course. I got the money for the deal, 100,000 dollars in full cash. The deal would go fine. I was dealing with a Street Kingdom guy named Tommy or some shit like that. Didn't matter, as long as I had enough weaponry nothing would go wrong. My success was based solely off of my dead brothers advice. Never deal with the street thugs or addicts, something will eventually go wrong. The wise guys and made men were the guys you needed to know.

     Once I got to the meeting spot I parked the car a block away and lite a cigarette. I saw a car drive through the empty lane and knew it was my guy. We exchanged glances and I slid him the briefcase.

"You Conway?" He asked.

"Damn right. You got the coke? I got the money right here." I replied back in a low tone. He gave me the case, looked inside and bing bang boom. The rock was in the bag, the money was in the case and we were off. Now like I said, It was a business trip. However, every now and then a mafioso has to play a few hands at blackjack and bet on some poker eh? Hahahaha! A deal well made. 

While I was standing there listening to Conways story,Something wasn't right...

Conway,I don't recall ever doing a coke deal with you,being the only Tommy in my family...I don't recall anybody from The Street Kingdom doing any kind of deal with you...

Listing to Tommy Gato talk, TC realises that there is something not right.

"Maybe he was telling a story that hasn't yet happened? In other words he is talking fiction, like most story tellers do?"