TC woke up got breakfast then made his way over to Joe's garage it was your usual garage pieces of cars were all over the place along with motor oil Joe was an old guy he didn't really work on the cars much he left that up to his son Frank but Joe had a lot of connections he used the place as a chop shop taking apart cars piece by piece and selling them it's kept him in business for over 20 years.

Joe was working an old Ford when he saw TC and greeted him

"Hey look who it is welcome back."

"Nice to see you too Joe." TC said pointing to the car "How is the old lady does she still work?"

It was a 1926 Ford Model T convertible that looked pretty beat up it had been in a crash that had either killed it's previous owner or killed the guy that was stealing the car for Joe.

"This piece of shit I've been trying to get it working again no luck. I can't seem to find out the problem"

"So uh..Listen Evolve said you had some work for me."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Joe said wiping his face then reaching for a piece of paper it was pretty dirty with motor oil over it but still readable it was a list scribbled on it were four cars and addresses.

"I need you to get some cars for me bring them here before we close up. I know that getting them won't be a problem especially for a guy like you."

TC looked at his watch it was only 9:30 AM he had until Five O' clock when Joe closed up to get all the cars. He looked at the list the first car was a 1925 Chevrolet Superior in Corktown. It was in a quiet neighborhood but a guy like TC looked out of place here if any noisey neighbor caught him they would call the cops TC had to move quick. He found the car pretty easy it was all alone standing in front of a house just standing there screaming "Steal me" at him he looked around making sure there was no one around then broke the window and got in the car. Soon he started the car and took off after about five minutes he saw some blue and red flashing lights after him.

Shit

The car wasn't really in the best shape as TC soon found out and he didn't want to risk starting a chase that ends up with either the car wrecked or him locked up behind bars again so he decides to pull over to the side of the road. The cop was a pretty heavy looking guy who probably enjoyed one too many burgers and probably lied to his wife about it.

"Good morning officer care to explain why you stopped me?" TC said calmly even though he had a Colt 1911 tucked underneath his seat ready to blast away the cop in a split second

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"No officer why?"

"You were driving pretty fast. Care to explain why you were in such a hurry?"

"Well you see officer, my grandmother has fallen very ill. She has the Kikongo virus the doctors are saying there isn't be a cure and these could be her last few days I'm just trying to see her while I still can."

"Oh really? Well I'm sorry for pulling you over."

The officer let him go TC was a good liar his grandmother has been dead for years. He drove on over to Joe's garage handed the car over to Frankie then took a look at the next car on the list.

The next car was over in Black Bottom, it was a 1931 Ford Model A. It was parked on a corner where a group of men part of a local gang were busy playing a game of dice. The car belonged to Will Dussett he was the leader of the gang the orange squares they were small time every now and then the Detroit families would use them from time to time as hired muscle on a few jobs but other than that they were small fish in a big ocean trying to avoid getting eaten by sharks. Will owed money he went to one of Evolve's loan sharks to ask for money so he could buy that car now here we are a couple months later and he still hasn't paid back not that he was ever going to...

"That's right I win again!" One of the men said "Pay up bitches."

"Man you just got lucky that's all."

TC slowly sneaks past them and opens the car door the key was already inside. They're making this too easy for me he thought Fucking amateurs. He starts the car and speeds away once they notice it's already too late.

"Hey man that's my ride."

He drove on over to Joe's garage and dropped off the car. Joe was busy having lunch and reading the newspaper the Tigers lost another game and were out of the playoffs and Joe looked angry he liked to bet on baseball games.

"Fuckin shit another game." He said enjoying his sandwich "Carl Fischer can't pitch and Marv Owen can't hit they're wasting Tommy Bridge's good years. If you ask me he should get the hell outta Detroit and go to a good team he deserves it."

"Give em time watch next year they'll get the pennant."

TC looks at the list and goes out to get the next car

The next car was a blue 1932 Cadillac V16 it was parked outside some fancy restaurant not far from Joe's garage in Downtown just a few blocks away and a short walk. The car belonged to City councilman Rick Schultz word was he was planning a run for mayor soon this November running on the promise to get rid of all the crime and corruption going on in city hall. Evolve didn't like that neither did anyone else involved in the Detroit underworld and if Rick Schultz won it would be bad for business for everybody they needed to send a message.

The problem was Rick Schultz was pretty hard to intimidate the man was clean. He had no skeletons in the closet grew up in a hard working family in Detroit his father worked in the car factories and his mother was a nurse both of them had passed away recently too and he was single so they couldn't threaten his family or loved ones. From birth to when he got elected to a seat on the council they couldn't find any dirt on him no angry former clients, no stories that he was a bully in school, no nasty lawsuits, in short the guy was a saint.

But he had a weakness, his car. He loved his car a lot he bragged about it at all the fundraisers and community events he attended. After every council meeting he went out to check on his car. Well Mr.Schultz today's not your lucky day. TC smashed the window and got into the car and sped off Rick Schultz dropped his juicy steak and looked in horror at the window at what just happened in front of him.

He'll get the message alright.

The last and final car on the list well it wasn't really a car it was a motorcycle a 1933 Harley Davidson RL 45. It belonged to Billy Holland the leader of the Blue Oyster Rebels MC and unlike the orange squares the Blue Oysters were big fish. They had moved into a clubhouse in Corktown but were making noise that was felt all over the city and disrupted business in Detroit. This past week they took over some of the brothels, robbed many of businesses that paid up protection money, and were making friends in City hall and to make matters worse they had the backing of the Sepe family ran out of Kansas City, Missouri who were supplying them with guns and drugs.

Just like with Rick Schultz they needed to send a message the Blue oyster Rebels clubhouse was in Corktown it opened up only recently it was an ugly old house in a quiet safe neighborhood where  the only thing you had to worry about was the occasional rabid dog now many of the neighbors were now afraid to go out at night because of the presence of the Blue Oysters. Every night there would be drugs, booze, women, and loud jazz music coming in and out from that house.

In front of the house were a pair of blue motorcycles all Harley's parked close together. The one that stood out was Billy's it wasn't much different from the rest of them it just had his name on it. There was a problem though outside two members of the Blue Oysters were on lookout duty. They were some rough looking mean guys with beards a big guy and a smaller guy but TC wasn't afraid of them he's dealt with worse guys when he was in prison. He walks up to the pair of motorcycles and kicks one of them making them all fall.

The two guys notice him and rush at him TC avoids one punch but is hit with a hard right hook. TC isn't hurt and responds with a jab to the big guys jaw. The big guy responds by trying to hit TC with a shot to the body but TC avoids it and hits him with a uppercut followed by a bunch of punches and the big guy goes down. TC spits at the ground and looks at the smaller guy "Bring it" the smaller guy did indeed bring it he kicks TC in the head followed by a bunch of punches to his head and TC falls down.

As the guy looks over TC's body TC kicks him in the nuts and the smaller guy falls down in pain. TC never really did like playing fair he takes out a pair of matches and sets the clubhouse on fire then took off in Billy Holland's bike.

The message was sent and this meant only one thing, war.