You wake up after another wonderful night on the town, Still a bit tipsy from the night before. You walk over the window and open the curtain 

Seeing the petty crimes take place, the organization of the gangs that came together during the recent flood for work. It's like waking up and smelling the coffee, Opening up your window to the sun in the morning. Feeling the heat from the sun creep in warming your feet. You feel the nostalgia of another great days worth of work to be had on the Strip.

As Maxamillion looks down in the street he watches the front window of one the shops absolutely shatter as a man wearing a bloody butcher's apron goes flying through it.  The Butcher turtles in the middle of the sidewalk as a man in a 3 piece suit and a fedora comes out calmly.  He pulls a cigarette pack from his inside pocket and slowly lights one as he stands over the Butcher.  He sneers as he kicks him hard in the stomach as passersby try their best to avoid the situation.

"Fuckin' dipshit.  We control the bacon around here.  You wanna do business here?  You cut me in asshole."

Don Greasy looks up and sees Maxamillion looking down on the street.  He doesn't flinch as they lock eyes.    Greasy sees a fearlessness in his eyes that he can appreciate.  He tips his cap upwards as a cop comes walking by.  Greasy simply puts a wad of cash into the man's pocket and tells him to get lost.  

The night rolled on like the dice behind the alley-ways where illegal gambling would take place.

You could smell the soup for days, crowds of those who tried desperately for a hard working job admist the depression that swept over like a dark cloud taking over those who didn't have what it takes. With those who fed, there were those who didn't eat, and those who gave to those in need.  I decided to not be another innocent on-looker amongst the struggling depressing taking the city over. I start working a soup stand non profit to help endorse the employment of work, giving back to the community to those who sought work, and the privledges money bought. 

occasionally if you look hard enough, you'll still see Maxamillion wandering around helping the poor, and unfortunate.

Greasy was walking down the line of all the people awaiting a hot meal and handing out dollar bills to them all.  True - he's a mean as fuck gangster at times but also a guy that had a soft spot in his heart for the less fortunate.  Plus - it was a good way to recruit possible new employees and buy himself some grace with the community.  Some looked at him fearfully, some were graceful and some refused because they knew what this man was capable of.  Greasy smiled at them all knowingly...

Eventually, after working his way through the line he worked his way to the front where he saw Maxamillion helping dutifully at the front.  He recognized him from the altercation he was having with the butcher earlier that morning.  He stuffs some more cash in his pocket for his hard work and leaves his card:

Greasy

 

Leader of:

 

BACON!!!

 

specializing in production of BACON!!!, and other things...

Greasy likes his style.  Let's see where this goes...  He offers him association in the crew and leaves him to consider his options...