He had started off as a two bit drug dealer but as time grinded on the thug known as Reno Savard wanted so much more. He was sick of being a third rate gangster who was constantly being stepped on by other hoods that were taking a huge portion of his drug cuts. Reno had already gone to jail three times and suspected that he was being used as a fall guy when his bosses knew the police were coming for a raid. Going to jail three times was enough for Reno and he vowed to never go again. He also found that dealing with junkies at street level was becoming more and more dangerous. He knew that several of his customers had AIDS and they had threatened him several times that if they didn't get their fix they would find him and when he didn't expect it they would jab him with a needle full of infected blood. He wanted out. He had done it for far too long and it was time for him to move up the hierarchy in the underworld.
Reno understood that moving up would involve a turf war that would involve killing. He had killed in the past and he liked doing it. He thought about things for a while and came to the conclusion that there were two men that he would have to kill to move up and he was fine with that because he hated them anyway. Once he eliminated them from the picture he would have to get himself two lieutenants who were capable of breaking legs and enforce collections. He did not know where he was going to find two good men. There were a couple of men that he thought would fill the positions but he was worried because they were overly violent. Reno had been taught that violence was a tool of terror and needed to be used sparingly but if you used it too much then it lost its effect and people would no longer be scared. The fear of a beating was only there if you didn't get one every day. The two men he was thinking of as lieutenants had all muscle but no brains which was not the best combination. In today's criminal world you have to be smart about things and try to attract as little police attention as possible.
Reno then realized that there was also the issue of finding street soldiers that could deal the drugs and drum up new junkies. Good street level dealers were hard to find as they were usually getting high on their own supply and stealing money from each other.
Reno became frustrated with his plan knowing that it was shaky at best and if things went wrong he would end up with less money than he was making now. Deep down he didn't really want to be in the drug business at all. He wanted out and did not want to stay in the business in any capacity. For him to do this he would have to make big time a score of at least a million dollars in cash. The only way he could think of doing this was by robbing one of his bosses who would have millions in cash hidden. But his bosses were ultra secretive and Reno did not have the slightest clue as to where they would hide the money.
He sat on a park bench and let things roll around in his head as he could feel that something was taking shape. He closed his eyes and laced his hands in behind his head hoping the idea would come to him.
The idea finally took shape and he smiled. But the smile was short lived as Reno never saw the man with the cleaver creep up behind him...