Frankie, dressed in a black power suit, comes into the grand ballroom of one of Las Vegas' most successful casinos flanked by her left hand Matty and her right hand SullivanBlack .  In the large open space her three Capos stand waiting with their gangs.
 

Allera is present with: @Bryne , Relwof , AutumnDesire , Lunacy , The_Classic , and MichaelScott.  Raconteur is there with: Rat_Smiley , Gegnome , Andy_Campo , Tommy_Franco , Sottaceti , and Vesuvius.  GangsterPriest stands with his gang, Figjam, that consists of: MJ , Mincel , Deebeezie , Makavelii , Jeffrey , LooseChange
 

"Good Afternoon Guardians and Associates of the Ivory Tower, as you know I'm Don Francesca Messina-DiCaprio and with me as always are the lovely Matty and brilliant Sullivan Black.  During this crew competition, my hands will be acting as my eyes and ears and will be constantly reporting back to me about your progress in the streets."
 

"As you all know, in the Ivory Tower our Captains are training to become leaders of their own crews one day.  We take great pride in raising up some of the best leaders in this thing of ours and our current captains are no exception.  Why I've brought you all here today, to the fabulous Las Vegas Strip, is for the first of several competitions which will help me to determine the fourth and final captain of our crew."  Frankie & her hands applaud for this unique idea and the people participating.  "Now, should one of our already named Captains win this game rather than someone else - they will receive $5,000,000 and a prize package that would make anyone green with envy!  Trust me, it will be HUGE."
 

"Now, many of you have yet to earn your button, so regardless of whether you win or lose this will help me, my hands, and your captains to see how you work with a team, your leadership skills, and just how far you're willing to go to stand out among your peers."
 

"In each contest your wits and skills will be put to the test.  You will have three days to complete the task I've given you and then you will be summoned back to the boardroom where we will discuss what you accomplished and determine who I think the winners were and who fell short of the intended mark.  The winners will advance and someone from the losing team will be eliminated."
 

After seeing the panicked looks on people's faces she quickly added, "Oh no, no, NO!  I mean, when I say eliminated I mean that you're not in the contest anymore... I'm not going to shoot you or anything!"  Seeing the relief on people's faces she continued, "If anyone fails to participate in a given task, that person will also be removed from the game, so potentially the game might resolve itself VERY quickly."
 

"Participation is not required... but refusing to at least show up to help your gang in the competition will be noticed and certainly decrease their ability to succeed.  HOWEVER: if a gang leader manages to get their whole team to show up for all the events in this competition which they can participate in, I will award to that Captain the contact information for a Corrupt Agent within the FBN to use as they like."
 

"Now that we've established the ground rules... here's your first task.  Take your gang to the Las Vegas business district.  Out front of this casino I've parked three trucks full of bricks of cocaine.  I want each gang to put your heads together and launch a legitimate business through which you can move the cocaine, both now and going forward in the future.  It can be ANY type of business.  Success of your business will be determined by several factors...
 

1) 30% of our determination depends upon the amount of money which your gang members tribute to the crew via donations, not taxes, during the next three days. 
2) 50% of our determination depends on the number of visits to your business during the contest and
3) 20% of our determination will depend upon your creativity & innovation - how different is your business from what we've seen others do in Vegas before?"
 

"You have three days to complete this task.  Return here once you’re done.  At that time, I and my hands will review how you did, determine which teams won and which gang missed the mark.  At that point each member of the losing team will be allowed to make their case for why they should stay in the competition & I and my hands will remove someone from the contest.  Once again, keep in mind that if anyone doesn't participate they are automatically eliminated."
 

"Your three days begins ... right now!"  
 

Francesco stood tall. He looked a lot more attentive and somewhat, fresh. Like he'd had his clothes freshly laundered. His suit looked crisp. Perfectly presented. Maybe a new spot in the city was open for business, one that you could go to on a whim to have your shitty night erased from memory. One that offered more than just a place to wash clothes, but to help you rid your life of all types of dirt. And pick up a little something to kick start the systems again.

He was flanked by his team. They all looked the goods. Looked like business itself. The matching black sunglasses made it so. After 'the Don' had finished relaying the instructions, Francis quickly gathered up his team in a huddle. They had a brief chat before turning and hustling off through the ballroom.

A lady with a pram crossed their path. She was quickly moved on, the pram rolled into the way of one of the other teams by a FIGJAMer. A man slowly walked towards the exit, all smiles after a huge win. He stopped to check out his reflection in the large door. The team showed again that they weren't here to fuck spiders by using the elderly businessman as a prop to open the door, his face squashed against it as FIGJAM rushed out of the casino and towards the trucks outside.

LooseChange makes his way over to the casino, he parks just down the street, for he is leaving this one and picking up another. He gets himself together and walks towards the entrance. In front there are a few vehicles as mentioned in the invitation from the boss. He walks in a instantly sees crew and family members mingling together. With business on the tip he walks over to @GangsterPriest and shakes his hand. 

"Just wanted to stop by for a sec, and oh yea, we are ready set with that"

@GangsterPriest hands him a drink as he looks with a smirk on his face, they toast to a successful start of a venture for the Family.  

Raconteur grinned as the challenge was announced, a plan already in his head for the occasion. After all, he'd been moving coke since he got into this business. He rounded up his crew and had a talk with his motley men, each at ease and ready to roll.

After Francis and his bunch of g-man wannabes left, Raconteur made sure he and his men took time to shake hands with the two folks the previous gang had mistreated and invite them to an address on the other side of town tomorrow for the grand opening of a new shop. "It'll be the event of the year! You'll be able to indulge that sweet tooth with a little sugar!" He winked and let the suggestion sink in knowing that in this world, sex sells. Even if your business had nothing to do with sex. Especially if your business had nothing to do with sex.

"Rat, hop in and let's go for a ride! Take us away Candy Man!" He hopped in the passenger side of the truck's cab and waived for the rest of the crew to load up on their way to get to the heart of this city in the most direct ways possible. Through the nose and the stomach.

I toast with everyone, still giggling at my team. and forgetting what it stood for, but I liked jam. I hear the diminshed clicks at the glasses kissed each other , and the white foamy heads almost jumped out the the glasses. I did not know who would win, but it sure would be fun playing, and beefing up your skills in the process.