TTD stands in his HQ Doorway, he heard a few loud pop's in the distance

it appears that even when these fellow mobsters invaded Detroit they brought along the smell of sulfur in the air, judging by the newspaper and the obituary column the smell of sulfur comes with a type of violence as well with all these new undertaker's customers being trollied about to the correct cities locations. perhaps one battle begins another battle, but isn't that why we all live this life? to go from on high to another? whether it be chemical or natural we all move from one high to another!

TTD takes in a big breath of scented air and exhales slowly

I Love The Sweet Smell Of Sulfur In The Morning!

TTD reaches for the HQ Door to close it behind him as he heads out to the nearest coffee shop to catch the gossip as to what has transpired this morning

DeVerdi wakes up, grabs coat, gets on the streets and is looking for newspaper. All gone. Where is that damn newspaper. Something is different.

Head to local coffee shop. At least they have coffee. Open the door, what the hell, everyone is here. Almost all tables are taken. I decide to sit by counter. Grab coffee, and someone is speaking something about sulfur in the air in Chigago. I tought it was only Windy City! Well I guess wind can blow many ways.

OOC: Is there a newspaper?