[HEADING=1]Sake Runners[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]4:32 AM, September 29th, 1922[/HEADING]
The weather on September 29th, 1922 was bone-chillingly cold and unremarkably, cripplingly wet. It wasn't raining - or snowing for that matter. Rather, the city was covered by a dense fog which served to obscure everything beyond fifty feet. It was the kind of day which was best spent indoors around a warm flame and no where near the docks.
Yet, that's where they were. Hours before the sun would rise above the mountains and forests to the east, clearing up the fog with its bright light and - hopefully - warming heat, they were preparing for their "fishing trip". Any fisherman could tell you that the best time to make a catch was in the wee hours of the morning when the the sun was just rising, and they were there to ensure they got a very very VERY large catch which they could sell for an even larger profit.
The small team of "businessmen and businesswomen" sat at the edge of the docks, waiting for the signal that everything was ready.
*Flashback*
[HEADING=2]7:12 PM, September 28th, 1922[/HEADING]
"... This delivery is of significant value." the Underboss said, quoting her master. The room was warm and well decorated. Japanese paintings lined the walls of the eastern-style mansion displaying acts of strength, valor, and honor (though little in the way of law). Light poured in the room from paper lanterns concealing the electric lights which generated the luminescence. A long table sat in the middle of the room, stretching from the sliding door entrance to the opposite end. At said opposite end, a large chair obscured by a thin silk curtain - just think enough that the occupant was unidentifiable. Beside the leader of the Takahashi family, the families two under-bosses sat in wait on cushions. On his left was the tall and imposing figure of Sinclair the Cleaner and his right the shorter but no less intimidating form of Tsuki the Enforcer. It was the later of the two who spoke, parroting the words of their hidden master.
"The product will keep our many establishments stocked through the end of the year. As such, failure will not be tolerated." she said, her face remaining passive through the conversation. "Sinclair shall lead you. The exact method by which you make the delivery is up to you." she finished
*End Flashback*
They'd been on the docks for nearly an hour before the signal appeared; three bright flashes of light through the fog from a ship off the coast. The Sake, Moonshine, Whiskey, Opium, Heroin, and all manner of other "fish" were ready for delivery. Small boats roared to life as they set about their tasks - protection, distraction, muscle, or any number of a thousand other requirements - and the job was underfoot.
The drugs are on a ship in the bay. The ship is friendly. How you're contributing to the job is up to you.