His blood covers the tablecloth. Spreading around slowly but consciously. Overflowing the well-laid plates, staining the shine of cutlery. White's whiteness has gone away: already red, deep red -- evil red. The source of the stream is just somebody's head, a crushed skull. But there is no need to worry: he is not scared any more.
Teamwork is holy. One member relying on another, the group relying on the individual. Like in baseball. If the pitcher fails, the team fails. Catchers, pitchers, outfielders and infielders all work
in a chain, a link. The second baseman doesn't make a catch and the full point is gone. Same applies to business.
Bootlegging booze in the times of prohibition, well, big money but big risk. And if the crusader cop and his squad of 'untouchables' manage to confiscate the liquor shipment... It means that somebody has failed -- and somebody has to pay for it.
Teamwork is holy -- holy as grave.
And here endeth the lesson.
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