Debts, Deals & Death

The Sinners met Billy E. at McGurry’s Meat Market, where the smell of blood hung heavier than the tension. Billy introduced them to Meatball, a mountain of muscle with a thick accent and thicker fists. Pete and Merissa made the call—Moxie would go to Billy’s stable, and Meatball would stay on as security at Chris’s Cat House. Not exactly a fair trade, but that’s power in the Yards. Meatball also agreed to start slinging H. agreeing to deliver 1 large a month.

Meanwhile, Tommy and Charlie asked Reggie Twitch about scoring morphine. Turns out, bulk morphine deals don’t just fall off trucks—at least not without a lot more planning. Still, Tommy did get a warm welcome from Skips and Waltz, fresh off their very dumb and likely cursed trip to Indiana.

Tommy checked in with Joe Bagels, who mentioned he might know a guy or two insane enough to try robbing a hospital. But first—Bagels had a simple job:   Go down to a job site. Tell the foreman to start using Midwest Sheetrock. Or else.

The crew brought the Fangs for intimidation. Tommy opened with reason. Merissa whispered to the Veil and called up Dakota, stirring fear and shadows. Then Charlie—God bless him—leapt onto a moving crane like he was in a damn movie. Ran over a guy. Got his pants caught. Nearly became lunch meat. Merissa saved him with quick hands and quicker thinking. Sean, itching to swing, finally got his moment. And cracked the Local 13 rep with his shillelagh like a walking labor dispute.   They got the job done. Tommy even brought back the hardhat as a trophy for Vinnie.

At the community event, Tommy and Stan worked the neighborhood crowd, shaking hands and serving sausages. The Bishop Street Greasers rolled in loud, with Jason and Jenny the car looking for trouble—but the crew held the line. By the end of the day, Tommy had the locals smiling, and Stan was a few inches taller in the eyes of the business crowd.

But the city doesn’t stay quiet.

That night, the Dullahan came for Sean. Hooves on fire escapes, steam clouds rising like ghosts—Sean ran through the South Side like a man haunted. Laundry carts overturned. Civilians thrown to the curb. Sean made it out alive, but the air’s colder now. The thing is still hunting.

The morning after? Hell opened up.   Meatball called: CPD at the brothel with a “nuisance property” complaint.   Conner McGregor pounded on the garage: CPD just raided the trap house citing “Veil safety violations.” He barely got the stash out with the Fangs.   Stan called: CPD swarming his garage with a warrant.   Then the knock on their own garage door—warrant in hand.   And across the street, sipping coffee like a man who’s been waiting for this moment all week: Detective Carmike, “You boys having a rough morning?”

Fade to black.