CHAPTER 2 - SID'S OFFICE, DAY 1, MIDDAY

JERSEY - Detroit: The Iron City. The number one auto-maker in the world, and the number one gun-maker in America, beating even D.C. and Alexandria, Va. Some say, that when God threw Satan down, that he hit the Motor City when he landed. I'm inclined to agree...

We are outside a tall thin building marked "Sid's". Tow men walk inside the building, Jersey and Matt. Inside, they go past the club/strip joint which hasn't opened yet, with an old man cleaning the bar. They walk by the the big beefy man who guards the stairs going up to the upper level. They go up the stair to a door that has "Administrative" spraypainted on it. The two men enter the room.

We see the room is small, and a pig sty. Trash, papers, and all sorts of urban debris litter the desk, cabinets, and floor. Sitting at the desk is a very large, fat man, Sid. He is on the phone when Jersey and Matt enter. The fat man motions them to sit in the couch in the room while he talks.

SID - Well, I don't care what the fuck you want or don't want. I'm not a fuckin' Wal-mart. You get what I got, and that's what I got this week.

(pause)

You know the price, I've already explained how much it will be. Do you want the merchendice or not?

(pause)

That's what I thought. I've got my two best men here with me now. I'll tell them when and where.

Hangs up.

Goddamn Syndicate!

JERSEY - Oh yeah, the Syndicate. The Syndicate were a group of criminals that had gotten together, and started a guild in Detroit. Nasty bastards, too. I heard they tied a guy to two vehilces, and literally ripped him apart for not doing as they said. Why they needed guns was beyond me. The cops wouldn't touch them, the public was terrified of them, and the rest of us, well, we basically did what they said with a grin on our faces.

MATT - So what's the score, Sid?

SID - Can you believe those pricks want more guns? As if they don't have an arsenal already! Fucking amazing... The meet is on Friday night. You pick the meet, and they pick the drop-off point.

JERSEY - Anything else, gov'ner?

SID - Yeah, don't fuck up this job!

JERSEY - They have a phrase for statements like that. Famous last words...

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
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