That One Ride

16. Sugar Delivery

Somehow, he didn't notice them that morning. How or why, he doesn't know, but even when he brushed his fingers against them, he didn't notice them. He worked until three that day, asking Gobber to leave earlier so he could finish some things. Gobber didn't question what or why, just that he had to work two extra hours the next day. He didn't complain, already expecting something like that. Ten minutes after he comes home, the bell rings, Toothless barking at the door, and he shushes him. Luke smiles at him like he always does, and he smiles back, letting him in, along with Clark and Mark, who make themselves comfortable in his living room. Clark an Mark were brothers, and even though they weren't twins, they might as well have been, because if Clark didn't have that nasty scar over his eye, he would never know which one was which. Luke pulls out a cigarette and lights it, and he brings him an ashtray. He pulls out a beer for each of them, putting them on the table as Mark pulls out papers from the inside of his leather jacket.

"Come on Mark, we can stand to sit a few minutes before that." Luke comments, taking a deep breath of his cigarette, before exhaling and creating a mini storm with the smoke in Hunters living room.

"If we did what you said all the time, we wouldn't get anything done, so shut up lazy ass."

Clark chuckles and Luke grumbles under his breath, but complies. Mark wasn't the perkiest person to be around, but he got the job done, unlike his brother, who was the biggest prankster you could meet. Luke extinguished the cigar, Hunter finally taking a seat in the sofa as Mark pulled out a pen.

"So, boss wants to transfer all of last months shipment to a safer location. I've gotten info from Dean about the cops that will be around that day. It's thin, so there should be no problem, but we'll tip them just to be safe." He wrote something down, probably a reminder about the bribe.

"No, we don't tip anyone," Hunter interrupted, "It'll just raise suspicion. Besides, we don't have to waste money on cops if we don't need to. If they come at us, we just shoot them, the media and the department will just chalk it up to the danger that comes with being a cop. We focus on getting it all to the new location. We're moving a lot, so we'll probably need more than one truck." Mark crossed over what he wrote down, his brother piping up.

"We should do it in intervals. Black vans traveling in a row? Has shady work written all over it. Give each van a ten minute start, just to be sure." Hunter nodded.

"How much are we transporting anyway?" Luke asked.

"A little over 5500 pounds. Large shipment." Said Mark.

"So if we put it in four trucks, that's about 1300 pounds per truck. Under the overload limits, and no cops to pull us over for it. We put the coke in boxes, normal sugar delivery, though the trucks might need a paint job." Luke nodded at Hunter's statement.

"I'll deal with the trucks. Haven't spray painted anything for a month." Hunter smirked at Clark, who was infamous for his graffiti all around the city.

"What's the new location?" Mark shifted through his papers, searching for the new location to answer Luke, but Hunter beat him to it.

"It's near the Hall, a bakery. That's why we're going with a 'sugar delivery'. It has a basement two stories below ground. This is where we're going to use the bribe, to keep the owner quiet, and us under the grid. It has enough space and this is a public place, people walking in and out every day, so the cops won't suspect. Not to mention they won't think to search places so near the town centre and the mayor. We transport during broad daylight, I'll get my contact to make us some papers to back up our alibi in case the cops pull us over for something." Nods were passed around, and they all took a sip of their beer.