United States Postal Service

Downtown, Detroit

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A thriving, expanding city, the local post office was pure chaos. Every 3 minutes, a robbery would occur. The local police department had their hands tied with all the gang shootings. 

Still, a post office was needed, especially now that the holidays are around the corner. 

A variety of shipping boxes, envelopes of all shapes and sizes were on display at the counter, including stamps at 2¢ a piece.

Maniscalco sat in his car outside the Downtown Post Office, casing the joint.

With the streams of crews going in and out robbing the joint, you have to time it just right, too early and you won't get anything as the previous crew just cleaned them out. Go in too late and you might have too shoot it out with the crew busy robbing the joint. Looking down at his notes he decides that 2m 45s after the previous robbery would the ideal time to barricade the doors, by the time that is done, the place will be ripe for the picking.

With a smile on his face he drives off to go and pick up his crew from the Evolution HQ.

Half an hour later Maniscalco pulls up to the curb in front of the Post Office just as a crew storms out the doors firing their guns into the air. As he and the crew gets out of the car Sherman moves in behind the wheel ready for a fast getaway.

He and the rest of the crew make their way into the Post Office. Malina takes position at the door, waiting for his signal to barricade it. He moves closer to the counter, keeping his eye on his pocket watch. At exactly 2m 45s after the previous crew leaves he gives Malina the signal, who then quickly barricades the doors.

He moves to the counter looking into the eyes of the pretty blonde clerk behind it says "Good afternoon Candy, this is a robbery. Hand over the money." She smiles at him and hands him the envelope stuffed with cash she has been keeping ready from the moment he entered the door. Pointing at the front panel of the envelope she whispers to him in a sultry voice "Call me".

He takes the envelope, turns around and walks out the door with Malina behind him, as you get in the car, the next crew storms in the door firing their guns into the air. You think to yourself, too early boys, its all about timing.

As they drive off down the road you check the front of the envelope. There is a large heart drawn on it with a phone number and the name Candy written underneath. Malina nudges you, "Are you going to call her? Its probably the 10th time she's given you her number, and she's a real pretty dame". You laugh and answer "Maybe I should, I do need a date for tonight"

As Bjorn was travelling West he made a stop over at Detroit city, checking for any good supply routes to the north in order to supply his restaurant with some goods that seem to be slightly beyond the current allowed rules of the government. Knowing that often the main post office station is a great location to start his search, looking for men who took large package from their mailboxes there.

As he entered the building he was surprised that after dusk the place was not only open, but also bustling with activity. Shady men wearing long brimmed hats were collecting rather heavy looking packages in brown wrapping paper and seemed to be little on edge with the rest of the clientele in the lines waiting to send their regular mail out to relatives.

He decided to stand in the line to inquire the fees for long distance package services and the rental for a postbox as well. But not long after joining the crew a few little thugs came rushing in commanding the poor lady behind the desk to give them all her cash. As she sighed and looked the guys in their faces and reiterated to them since they seemed to be recurring robbers:

Listen up boys, you took my last 10$ this morning, do you really think I still have any money left?? You should just get lost or I will call the police I know they are currently more responsive since my insurance company has bribed them to finally respond. You boys have made me rich in insurance claims.

As the men looked at each other Bjorn walked up the line, punched one of them square on the temple, knocking him out. Punching the other 2 henchmen with the blunt of his broadaxe he always kept strapped to his back. While the leader turned around after being scolded by the post office lady Bjorn smiled at him ruefully and made a threatening posture which  made the man flinch backwards. He told the man to get his buddies from the floor and leave this post office alone.

Trying to look less frightening he smiled at the post office lady and introducing himself. In returned she looked bored, shortly mentioning him that her name was sarah and either state his business or also leave the place since she had plenty of stuff to do

TC was on his way to the post office to drop off a letter he wrote to his grandmother he loved that woman she raised him on the streets while his father was away who knows where and he didn't know where his mother went. He made it his duty to write his grandmother a letter every month he lied to her and told her had a good job in a office somewhere and she believed it telling all her friends that her grandson has a good job in the city.

TC is waiting in line when someone in line takes out a gun and tries to rob the post office. Great TC thought fucking amateurs this is how you do a proper post office stick up.

"GET ON THE FUCKIN GROUND THIS IS A STICK THEM UP!"

TC said shouting as he took out his Colt 1911