It was a warm but dark night in Pasadena, Jimmy_Smith had just come out of the HQ Warehouse cursing, leaning against the wall and pulling out his hip flask, taking a swig he realises, that like the warehouse, it’s empty of his favourite bourbon, as is the HQ bar.

“Damn it, I’ve not had a decent slug of Pappy for ages and nowhere has any they will sell an honest mobster and these damn police are watching the warehouses like hawks waiting for a pinch, bloody prohibition”

“There is no other alternative; I will have to do something about it”

Jimmy heads back to his office and picks up the phone

“Mac!, get the boy’s together, we’re hitting the warehouse in 2 hours, yes bring the sledge hammers”

Jimmy heads downstairs and climbs in to the waiting truck where Mac is sitting in the driver’s seat, as soon as the door is shut, they are on the way to an old sawmill just outside the Los Padres National Forest, it doesn’t take long.

“Pull over there Mac, we’ll checkout the area for sentry’s before we take the trucks down”

The other truck pulls in behind them and Tibbigs gets out and follows Jimmy and Mac down the long dirt path to the side of the abandoned sawmill and the warehouse they are after.

“Stop guy’s – you see up there? That tiny orange glow – Cigarette – there is a guard there, only looks like the one sitting in his chair, Tibbig’s, your stealthy, go sort him”

Tibbigs breaks away from the group and disappears around the back of the hut where the guard is sitting, moments later there is a loud thud and a quite groan, the guard will not be going anywhere for a while…

“Ok, i'll signal the trucks, Mac, get to work on that door”

Jimmy takes a flash light from his pocket and flashes it 3 times in the direction of the trucks, the engines roar and they start heading down the path.

Behind Jimmy is a loud crash, He knows Mac has busted through the door and there lies what they have come for, Jimmy stands in front of the now open doors and claps his hands

“Guys, we have hit the jackpot! Here lies 30 barrels of the finest bourbon ever made! Get the other boys to start loading it up in the trucks”

Jimmy rubs his hands and smiles as he watches the barrels being loaded, suddenly there is the sound of sirens in the distance

“Shit! How the hell did they know, damn it, get those last two barrels on the truck and Tibbigs take that back path out of here and get back to the HQ, leave me a barrel here, I have a plan....”

To be continued in Part 2