On my way to Willoway Bay

Two men unload a large black crate from a truck. Three others watch over as Devin, an African-American with pale eyes, short dyed golden hair, opens the case. It is full of guns, the buyer, Larry Dorian, looks it over. “I hope this is satisfactory to you.” Devin says. Larry gives a nod and the case is closed and carried to another truck. Larry turns and gives a signal to a car, the driver steps out with a briefcase. Don Dorian rolls the window down from the front passenger seat and taps his cigar, letting the ashes fall.