Truck

After they came to the scrapyard, they looked for a good spot that was near a car Vito could jack and parked.

It was pretty quiet in the area, barely any people in the vicinity.

Their spot was somewhat secluded, so Frank didn't have to worry at all when pouring the gasoline.

Vito on the other hand was pretty out in the open and it looked like the car he was jacking might have an owner nearby, judging by the tire tracks that still looked fresh.

As far as carjackings went though, this was already considered safe. Vito was lucky enough to not have anyone walk towards his location and he got the car started after a couple of minutes.

After getting the car running, he waved to Frank, "Torch the thing and hop in Frank."

Frank dropped a match and walked towards the car.

With the amount of gasoline that Frank poured on it, the fire started was quite noticeable. It was dark out though so Vito and Frank were not worried about anything happening.

Frank got in the car and they drove off.

While they were driving away, Vito started going over the job, "Alright, so I got news that a truck would pass by sometimes at Shore Parkway, usually sometime between 23:00 and 0:00.

"Apparently, It carries a couple of boxes of toys. Beneath them though, there are supposedly bottles of gin. The good shit too, not that bathtub gin they make in the bars around here.

"We stop it before it gets on the highway, tell the driver to get the fuck out and start going through the goods.

"If the gin is there, we'll put it in this car here and drive off. If there's not, we treat it as bad luck and get out of there.

"Quick and easy, got it? Shoot only if the driver gets antsy."

Frank said, "Okay and what about after we pull this off? You got a buyer in mind for this booze?"

"Yeah, my boss. That fat fuck Joe knows how to enjoy life, I'm sure he'll be interested." Vito didn't exactly seem to mind talking shit about Joe behind his back.

Frank didn't find this surprising. If he had to give money away to someone else and get nothing in return, he wouldn't be pleased either.

Guys that kicked some money up upstairs got protection in return. Joe was no different, he took Vito in to work for him and getting some money in return was the cost of business.

Problem was, Vito had no respect for a guy like Joe. The only thing Joe had on him was an early start. Eventually, the time would come for Joe to go.

For now though, he needed Joe's reputation, so he paid the money on time and smiled when he saw him.

"Okay, let's get to work then Vito. I have my gun on me."

"We have time, by the time we get there we'll still need to wait a couple of hours for the truck to show up.

"We'll stop at a store down there first, I ran out of cigarettes, I need to get myself some Woodbines. You want anything? On me."

Frank shook his head, "I'm good Vito. I'll get myself a pack of cigarettes too, never tried one before."

Vito smirked, "That's right, forgot you were still just a baby ay?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll grow older Vito, but you'll stay little forever." Frank was quick on the response.

"Woooah, the mouth on you. I'll still be twice the man you are you little shit."

"Sure Vito, keep telling yourself that."

Between the friendly banter, they bought two packs of cigarettes, got back in the car and drove towards Shore Parkway.

After a fairly long drive, they got there and parked nearby, with a full view of the road.

They still had some time to spare before the truck was supposed to pass by, so they talked about anything and everything.

"So, how much do you think we'll get from these bottles of gin? The ordinary shit costs about a dollar or a dollar and 50 cents.

"How good exactly are we talking here? 4, 5 bucks per bottle?" Frank had his eye on the money long before Vito mentioned this job to him.

He needed to buy another gun and he wasn't taking anything other than the M1911. It was a beautiful pistol in Frank's eyes.

One he was somewhat familiar with too. Between it being the only gun he had fired so far and cleaning it every day, he got quite familiar with it.

There were guns out there that packed more of a punch, but it didn't matter to Frank. A bullet to the head or two to the chest would kill anybody, it didn't matter how powerful a gun was.

Besides, it only cost 20$, money he would probably make tonight alone.

"Something like that, maybe even more. As I said, if Joe wants them, he'll probably pay more than they're worth.

"The least we'll be getting is 4$ per bottle, that's for sure. Let's just hope the truck's loaded and worry about that after."

"Sure, sure.

"How we doing this anyway? I hold the guy up and you go through the boxes, or do you want to keep an eye on him while I check for the gin?"

Vito thought for a second, "I'll keep an eye on him, you just make sure to search carefully. We'll search the front afterwards too, maybe find something extra."

"Okay, fine by me." Frank would prefer to stay with the driver, but maybe Vito thought he was trigger happy, or maybe he couldn't bother to go through the boxes himself, so he had him do it.

Either way, Frank didn't have a problem.

Time flew by and they got bored of talking. There were only so many conversations you could hold in a car before you stopped caring about what the other person had to say.

Their patience seemed to be rewarded though, because they saw headlights coming towards them not long after.