The property was veiled by enough natural scenery to remain undetected by authorities, and members of the Endigo gang monitored the premises diligently in their scheduled rounds to ensure that their operations stay undisturbed. But asides from illegal liquor smuggling, the opalescent waters of the lake and frizzy fir trees provided a pleasant, serene sight.

With no one to complain to about girls and the lack of them, Mitz tagged close behind. They were mindful of the sprouting, blackberry bramble-ridden ground as they walked, lifting their knees to avoid stepping on the burgeoning bushes.

Finally reaching the door, Horen knocked a coded rhythm on the metal surface before letting themselves in, received by a blood-drenched man across the room, whose countenance focused on the present company he had in his hands while two other men stood watch with hands behind their backs.