CHAPTER 4 - WAREHOUSE, DAY 2, LATE AFTERNOON

JERSEY - The thing about being a gun-runner is you have to look out for your crew, and not just their backs. You never know who might put a bullet in your back, betray you, or might be a cop. Wonderful...

Jersey and Matt leave a small bar together and take a local city bus to the warehouse district. There they get off and walk down the rows of warehouses, finally reaching the one they know.

At the warehouse, we see trucks and crates. The crates are marked variously, and wrongly on purpose. Two large full-sized vans are at the warehouse lot, being loaded up with the wrongly marked crates by regular workers. there are three men watching them work. They are Mack, Richard, and Phil.

Jersey - These boys made up my crew. The best there was, me and Matt put them together.

Mack was an ex-juicer, a beefcake of a man who was intimidating by apperance alone. He did the job for the thrills and dangers.

Richard was a small-time smuggler out of the Big Cheese in Wisconsin, and looks more like a lawyer than a gun-runner. He's still one of the best wheelmen around.

Phil was a psycho on wheels. He's completely unbearable, but when the shit hits the fan, he's the man you want around. Doesn't make up that he's a complete dick, though.

JERSEY - Evening ladies. How are things going?

RICHARD - Damn near done, Jersey. What's the scoop?

MATT - This Friday night, a 20k pull for each.

MACK - God damn, not bad for one night's work.

PHIL - So why we're doing all the damn work, what the hell you doing?

JERSEY - Making you run back crying to your boyfriend.

MATT - Not now... you guys need to know something... who we're pulling for.

MACK - ATF?

JERSEY - Syndicate.

RICHARD - Fuck! Them? Why do they need guns for? They own everything already!

PHIL - Don't get your panties in a bunch, Richard. It's just another job. Ain't that right, Mack?

MACK - Yeah, a big one though.

JERSEY - Anyhow, we do things right and with little fuss, and this will be over, and we'll get paid and laid. got it?

Richard pulls out a Polaroid camera and takes a picture of Jersey and Matt.

MATT - What the fuck was that for?

RICHARD - It's your tenth run this year.

Jersey and Matt look at each other.

JERSEY - Fuck me, this calls for a celebration. First two rounds are on me, guys!

All the guys cheer.

JERSEY - My crew was the best I worked with. Assembled them, with Matt's help. I knew when I could trust them, and what I could trust them with. Like the movie said, keep your friends close, your enemies closer. Always hated that saying...

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
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