Mordecai Heller

October 13th, 1927. St Louis, Missouri

you sit in the passenger seat of a car as Mordecai is sitting next to you, in the driver's seat. His olive green eye's staring forwards as he drove down the dimly lit streets of St. Louis towards the national cemetery to acquire the alcohol that was buried there

"Let's not prolong this."

Mordecai said in a cold tone as he glanced over to you for a moment, before returning his gaze to the road.