All He had was the clothes on his back and the piece of paper in his hand. The paper had the name of an associate he had came all the way  Europe to meet. Stepping off the Boat in New York City, nothing could have prepared Levi for what he saw. Mass overcrowding, poverty, around the docks it was just a cesspool of disease and despair. 

"Thank the lord I'm not sticking around here." He thought to himself as he passed through the security checkpoints. He hailed a cab and made straight for the Airport, he was going to Detroit for a venture that was surely going to change his life. Back in Europe,  many people had feared Levi, as he was a tough motherfucker and took no shit from anybody. He knew, however, the American underworld was much tougher than anything he would have experienced before.

The flight seemed to take forever, and when he arrived in Detroit he was welcomed by a driver holding his name up on a placard, smiling, he made his way over to him where the driver took his bags off his hands and showed him towards a fancy set of wheels. This was the life, and this was the kinda people he needed to be associating himself with.

Driving through downtown, Levi was relaxed, the roads were smooth and the Motor city sure knew how to make a car. They stopped at a set of traffic lights, and from the vehicle behind, gunshots started firing at Levis back window, The driver panicked and made off, straight down the boulevard. The car followed them at breakneck speed,

"Welcome to America, Levi," he said to himself as he reached for the piece stashed beside his ankle, ready to take these bastards on.

Walking along the nice shore line, Quinten stops to admire this young man making his way to America... keeping his keen eye on the man for a couple hours. A Capo approaches Quinten explaining the mans position inside the newly found adventure he calls "home".

Taking a couple drags from his cigar, Quinten begins to ponder on how well this man might be able to do within his HeadQuarters... watching as the man decides to slip a pack of cigarettes off a street vendor, Quinten smiles as he knows he'll fit right in. Turning to PhilWenneck, Quinten gives him the nod to approach and bring the man to him.

Noticing the tag of The Dynasty already patched on in an associated manner, Quinten smiles as he speaks...

Levi, it's a pleasure to have you here in Detroit, together we can accomplish many great things and ensure our way of life carried on from one generation to the next! I look forward to working with you and getting to know you my friend.

Sliding a envelope stuffed with cash in Levi's jacket pocket, Quinten claps his hand on the young mans shoulder... 

Let's capture glory together!