So here I was again...Alone, in a bar , and fresh out of jail .Hardly any money or a prayer for a future on our streets...No more connections to help me turn a quick buck and help and old school trafficker like me to get back on his feet. I need a way in, a way to be able to score a quick job and possibly turn over a few million to help me begin a new life. I know one thing I need a fucking drink...
"Bartender, Can you help a fella out and get me a Double shot of Gentleman Jack on the rocks."
The Bartender quickly responds and slams the drink down on the bar and says, "I haven't seen your cute face around here before what's your name?"
"I responded, I'm Coyote, and you?"
"I'm Beth" She replied.
I quickly began to think this could be a quick piece of ass after all I've been gone so long that I've forgotten what being with a women was really like. We got to talking and soon she asked why I appeared to look so down. I explained my situation to her and asked if she might know anyone that might be able to help me out. I mean after all she was a bartender she had to know someone that liked fast money more then I did. She walked away from the part of the bar I was sitting at and I continued to enjoy my drink. I looked up to see her talking to someone on the phone. She came back a while later poured me another drink and told me she might know a few people that could help me with what I needed. So I grinned slightly gave her my number and told her that if anything turned up to give me a call. I realized it was getting late so I put my last twenty dollar bill on the bar slammed the rest of my Jack and went home.I got home and already had messages waiting for me on the answering machine I pressed the button and herd a ladies voice with instructions...

Bell picked up the phone shortly after Coyote left and made a couple of phone calls to her associates in Vegas.  She had a feeling she already knew this guy, though she did give him a fake name just to be sure.  She was pretty sure that 'Coyote' was a fake name as well, but relationships take time.  After asking for a few favors from Vegas, she called the number scribbled on the napkin and got an answering machine as she had hoped"

This message is for Coyote.  This is Beth, from the bar?  I made a few more phone calls.  I need you to pack a bag and meet me back at the bar within the next 24 hours.  Oh, and part of the deal is that you have to transport something very important for me.  I would suggest wearing your "working" clothes and pack any nice suits you may have.  I look forward to seeing you.

Bell hung up the phone and turned back to the bar, heading off to close up.  She just couldn't get past a 'feeling' she had in the pit of her stomach.   

Marky stands outside of the bar, pacing around, waiting for Coyote to arrive. He lit a cigar and continued to pace. This was an important meeting, and hopefully it would go along as planned.

Bell stands behind the bar, the morning sun shining through the windows.  A nervous man is pacing in her bar and it's starting to put her on edge.  Not often did she have patrons at 10am. 

Continuing to look nonchalant, she headed down the bar and headed towards the pacing man. Curiosity had her hooked.

Morning there young man. Bell smiles  My name is Beth, what can I do you for so early?  Certainly not any coffee! It seems your are wired enough already.  Maybe a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves?

Bell eyeballed the man as his expression never changed.  He was looking at her but it was as if she were talking to a brick wall.

I listened to the message on the machine and quickly packed a bag and head back to the bar.I had began to wonder what this meeting was going to intail and how well the payoff would be.I knew one thing for sure,If I didnt get a chance to pick up a heater from somewhere I knew I could end up like The Red sox playing Babe Ruth and the Yankees for the World Series.As I was walking up to the bar I noticed a shady looking fella pacing around the front with a cigar in his mouth.I had no clue who he was or what he wanted but I needed to get inside and see what Beth Hard for me.I walked into the bar and sat at the counter and waited for more information.

Marky notices that there was someone in front of him.

"Oh, excuse me, sorry for being so rude. Sorry. Um, mind if I help myself in?"