Desperate To Ski

This is the prologue for my story. I feel its a alright but needs more detail. If somebody can, can you please put more detail into the warehouse.

Prologue
Spanish Louie closed the door shut of the Dodge Caravan. He looked up and down the Brooklyn Army Terminal to look out for anything suspicious as he made his way into the nearly empty warehouse. This was nothing new. He done this over several dozen times since his promotion to Crew Chief. Though he was tired, driving from the Bronx to Brooklyn, he got on his business.

Inside the warehouse was a brown skinned man with sunken in eyes, clearly from over working and going hours without sleeping, smoking a cigarette. Spanish Louie knew well, he worked the docks, and his name was Parnell.

"Everything here Parnell?" Spanish Louie asked, checking the time on his watch.

"Yeah like always," Parnell said and nodded towards the back of the warehouse. Parnell looked nervous or uneasy but paid it no mind and went to the back followed by his two closest friends Mikey and Jose. He made his way around the warehouse to the back where the stuff was usually at. After riffling through the crates he found what he was looking for.

500 kilograms of snow white cocaine in cellophane packaging. Spanish Louie looked at his two comrades and they began filling the big garbage bags with the drugs. Louie tossed them brick after brick after brick until the box was empty.

Louie put the crates back atop of the "cocaine" compartment and made his way through the warehouse back to his car.

Spanish Louie walked up to Parnell. "Aright man. Here." Louie dug inside his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of money and peeled off ,500 dollars then handed it Parnell. Parnell pocketed the money and nodded his salt and pepper head at the young boy in front of him.

"Yo Louie them motherfukers left something for you in the back. I think you might need these two to lift the sht." he hunched up his shoulders with a sly grin on his face. "My bad man sht slipped my mind young blood." Louie knew he was talking about the Nicaraguans who delivered the drugs to the terminal every month. But this sounded funny to him. Only thing he had asked the Nicarguans was for four M-16's and they said they would see what they would do. They had his number and he ain't get a call from them since last month. Oh well, he thought as he nodded for Mikey and Jose to follow who dragged behind him with the kilos still in the bags with a disciplined silence.

Louie got to the room and it was pitch black. He pulled the string of the ceiling light and the room was suddenly bright. He looked but there was nothing, the room was empty. Then all of a sudden he felt something cold brush up against his temple. Lou quickly looked to his right and saw a ski-masked man with his hand on a chrome, shiny .45 pistol. Suddenly two other ski-masked men emerged, one with a pistol and another with a uzi. The two ski-masked men held Mikey and Jose at bay with their guns to their back.

Lou stayed quiet as they instructed him not to move while they frisked him. The lead gunman relieved Louie of a .9mm pistol and his roll of 0 bills. Louie thought the voice sounded familiar and tried to place it.

"I aint do nothing man!" cried Mikey, who looked petrified. "I'm not involved in this shiit mayne. Please i'll do anything. Please I got a baby girl on the way."

The masked gunman holding Mikey hit him in the head with his pistol and proceeded to beat him badly. "Didn't I tell you don't say a mother…fuckin…thing nigga!" The gunman said as he beat Mikey brutally while Lou watched and his blood boiling. The kid was just sixteen years old trying to make a quick thousand dollars to buy his girlfriend a dress for her birthday. Though he wanted to try and attack the men he kept his composure as he tried to recognize a voice or a mark on one of the gunmen's face through the slots in their ski-masks.

Mikey lay on the floor holding his face which was barely recognizeable with all the blood coming from it.

"Where the drugs at Louie?" The lead gunman asked him.

Parnell.

That's when it hit Louie. Parnell had set him up. The nervousness and how he couldn't look Louie in his face. If he got out of this alive he was going to kill that motherfucker Parnell.

Louie knew they knew about the drugs and nodded to the garbage bags that lay next to Mikey on the floor. The lead gunman nodded to the gunman that beat Mikey to check the bags.

He rifled through the bag and dug inside. His leather gloved hand held up a brick of cocaine. "Jackpot baby!" The lead gunman told Louie to line up on the wall. Mikey was picked up by the gunman and pushed into the wall as well as Jose who maintained a scared silence. Before Louie knew it he heard guns cocking and seconds later the gunmen riddled them with bullets. Sparks from the guns lit the room up even more. After two minutes which seemed like hours the gunmen checked