Post by Mr. Anders on Jul 13, 2006 14:22:15 GMT -5
It was quite on the pier that night, no noise, not even a bird of fish in the water could be heard. Dark clouds that filled the sky, leaving the ground below drenched in darkness, covered the moon. The night would have remained in such silence had there not been a prepared deal. Around one o’clock in the morning eight black SUVs drove down the East pier. They were in one long line black line, blending in with the night. None had their headlights on, that would draw far too much attention to them. They pulled up to the side of a small fishing warehouse on the end of the pier. It was an old building, made of mostly scrap metal, but it did suite for a good warehouse for fish. The vehicle’s motors were all turned off at the same time and around thirty men stepped out of the vehicles. They were black and blue drench coats. They all formed two lines, on both sides of the cars and walked towards the edge of the pier towards a docked shipping boat that had only two of its lights on. Four of the thirty men stopped at the gangplank of the boat and waited there while the other twenty left to go inside the boat. There were eight guarding the vehicles on the pier. The men walked into the boat and into the hull of the ship where they found about twelve men waiting for them. They were Hispanic looking and some looked as though they were Asian. One man stepped out from each of the parties, while their men spread out a bit. Four men that had come from the vehicles brought up briefcases and placed them on a table. Four of the men that were already in the ship did the same. The men constantly watched each other the entire time. The lead man from the convoy spoke first.
“ Is it all there,” he asked roughly. The Asian looking man nodded his head and opened up the large briefcases, unveiling quite a bountiful amount of heroine.
“ Everything is there,” The Asian man said, “ All three thousand kilos,” he continued. The leader of the convoy shook his head and spoke in an angered tone
“ Three thousand! The order was five million for four thousand kilos, not three thousand!” the man shouted.
“ Well, three thousand is what we have and we will take the money,” The Asian man said with a smile.
“ The hell you will,” The convoy leader said and as he did so his men drew semi auto machine guns from underneath their drench coats. The leader drew a colt fourty-five revolver and shot the Asian man point black, his other men opening fire on the rest of the opposing men. They Hispanic men ducked and looked for cover, pulling out there own weapons, ranging from automatics to small handguns, firing off multiple rounds. The boat became alive with shots and bullets flying everywhere. Men on both sides fell to enemy fire. The men outside, guarding the caravan heard the shots and drew their weapons as well, but an outside commander told them to wait. The firing finally stopped about five minutes later.
Inside the leader of the convoy still stood with seven of his men still alive. Dead bodies were everywhere on the ground. All the Hispanic and Asian men were dead. The leader beckoned for the men to grab the heroine and money and move. The man looked and saw about five hundred kilos of heroine ruined by the gunfight. He shook his head and yelled at his men to get out. Two men stayed and began to dump oil on the ground that they had found in round jugs in the room. The leader smiled and lit a match, throwing it onto the ground as he left the hull, moving back up to the gangplank, the heat of the fire at his back. About two minutes after the men were off the ship they were already in their cars, driving back down the pier, their lights still not on. Once they were off the pier, each SUV split up, driving down different roads, the fire from the ships visible from all the roads.
“ Is it all there,” he asked roughly. The Asian looking man nodded his head and opened up the large briefcases, unveiling quite a bountiful amount of heroine.
“ Everything is there,” The Asian man said, “ All three thousand kilos,” he continued. The leader of the convoy shook his head and spoke in an angered tone
“ Three thousand! The order was five million for four thousand kilos, not three thousand!” the man shouted.
“ Well, three thousand is what we have and we will take the money,” The Asian man said with a smile.
“ The hell you will,” The convoy leader said and as he did so his men drew semi auto machine guns from underneath their drench coats. The leader drew a colt fourty-five revolver and shot the Asian man point black, his other men opening fire on the rest of the opposing men. They Hispanic men ducked and looked for cover, pulling out there own weapons, ranging from automatics to small handguns, firing off multiple rounds. The boat became alive with shots and bullets flying everywhere. Men on both sides fell to enemy fire. The men outside, guarding the caravan heard the shots and drew their weapons as well, but an outside commander told them to wait. The firing finally stopped about five minutes later.
Inside the leader of the convoy still stood with seven of his men still alive. Dead bodies were everywhere on the ground. All the Hispanic and Asian men were dead. The leader beckoned for the men to grab the heroine and money and move. The man looked and saw about five hundred kilos of heroine ruined by the gunfight. He shook his head and yelled at his men to get out. Two men stayed and began to dump oil on the ground that they had found in round jugs in the room. The leader smiled and lit a match, throwing it onto the ground as he left the hull, moving back up to the gangplank, the heat of the fire at his back. About two minutes after the men were off the ship they were already in their cars, driving back down the pier, their lights still not on. Once they were off the pier, each SUV split up, driving down different roads, the fire from the ships visible from all the roads.