"Ok, Michael I have a plan." Joe says with confidence beyond belief.
"How did you make a plan in five minutes? It's been five minutes!" Michael asks.
"I don't know," Says Joe "I just did..."
"Ok well what's the plan?"
"Well we know their at least 7 men loading those crates into the trucks and the bosses are nowhere near here and we tied up that one guy so no one knows where here, right."
"Right."
"You know those guys down at the beach right."
"Yeah... oh I could say your looking for a job."
"Exactly, so we can see what's in those crates and know for sure who suppling them, also is it really an Italian Major who's the next mob boss?"
"I don't think so but i've heard people talking about it but I don't know for sure."
"Ok, lets go" Joe says as they both head down to the beach under the light of a full moon. Michael introduces everyone to Joe.
"Well everyone this is my friend Joe Mclaran, Joe this is Tony, John, James, Bridget, Walter, and Scott.
"Hey." they all say.
"Wait a minute, your the guy who crashed into us aren't you?" Tony says suspiciously.
"No i'm someone else." Joe says frightfully.
"No, Tony you're right he is the guy." James says.
"Lets kill him." Bridget yells angrily "He's a cop, I know it."
"How exactly... oh what the hell." Joe says as he hits Walter over the head with his revolver. Michael tosses Tony into some crates and punches John. Walter crumbles onto the ground and Tony smashes his head on the crates. John recovers and tries to tackle Michael but Michael shoots John in the leg and shoots Scott in the shoulder twice. Bridget grapples with Joe is able to throw him of and Joe shoots him in the chest twice. Bridget yells out and crumples face first into the sand and blood. James tries to rush Joe but he's able to knock him out quickly.
"Is that it?" Michael ask while taking in deep breaths.
"I think so, Jesus I killed him, I haven't killed in years, Jesus."
"You could have wounded him!"
"I wasn't trained like that, police training taught me to shoot straight and so did my uncle."
"Well they'll be here at any time so we gotta go."
"Ok you can stay at my place, we need to lay low, ok yeah these are definitely German rifles alright lets go." They bolt for the streets as they hail a taxi and move on. They get to their apartment block and rush inside.
"Margret, hey Margret, where are you!" Joe yells as he enters his office.
"I'm right here Joe, who's this." Margret asks.
"Oh right, Margret this Michael, Michael this is Margret."
"Hi!" Michael says as he enters behind Joe.
"How do you do."
"Ok, Margret you're in for a long story."
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