TM's Import & Export Company.

TM stands in front of his brand new purchase, A sizable building within the heart of Detroit, The ritzy cafes and humble Barber shops the perfect cover around his establishment. A proud smile comes over his face, For a very long time TM had kept his eye on this location. Within a few days of purchase construction was already underway. The inside and brickwork outside being completely redone under the process of several weeks have passing, The abandoned building almost fully transformed as the construction nears completion. TM looks up and smiles as the crane places the sign on top of the building. Within moments the lights around the letters begin to shine down on the street below. “TM's Import & Exports ”. TM walks into his new venue, past the fountain to the front desk there he sits in wait of his first guest.

While walking down the streets admiring the various shops and places of business around you cannot help but notice the once old abandoned building buzzing with activity and new life. The work outside of the building completely transforming it into a modern piece of architectural art. you watch curiously from your vantage point across the street, as people continue to walk in and emerge from the building with a smirk on their faces. Finally your curiosity gets the better of you and you make your way across the street looking at the big bold sign. Its colors inviting you inside. Finding yourself making your way up the steps and through the large revolving door. As if you were transported in a realm of marble you walk across the polished black floor to the desk,TM smiles welcoming you with a firm handshake getting up to explain this establishment.

“Welcome to TM's Imports And Exports, I’m obviously TM the owner. Or am I? Haa im just kidding... Now your probably asking yourself what service does this venue offer? A valid question, here we specialize in the acquisition of items. It could be absolutely anything your heart desires. The list starts but not limited too with items such as cars, weapons, lost loved ones, and other illegal substances and items. You merely make a request, and I will see to it your Item is delivered to you. On the desk you will find a black book, in it you will write the Item you wish to be obtained, and where to drop it off. Along with your contact information. Most it will take is a day or two before your Item is in your possession, as always I guarantee its arrival in mint condition and nothing but true authenticity. I guarantee your import 100%. Another service we offer is a safe place to stash your arms wares drugs or other vices. We have plenty of shipping containers and with our ties we can make shipping your product much easier. And for less risk. So what do you say?"

You walk over to the list and glance, you see names and items crossed off, you stand there asking yourself what you want most. TM removes the black pen from his pocket a smirk on his face as he hands it over to you. There you stand in front of the page, your mind running wild of all the things this service could offer your own enterprises.

Son is trying to remember what he don't have or what he wants this moment he couldn't find anything as his mind empty, suddenly Son saw in his mind the new picture of his office that he dreamed to have, "red large disk , long black curtains, big dark red and black carpet and light brown wood for the walls" Son write that in the black book then walk to TM with smile "I will pay you the half of this things cost and when arrive to my office I will pay the other half" the address is written in the book to be delivered to "in the heart of Bella Vista, PH".

Charsi was still trying to fill in time waiting to hear from the dealer with her money, she had already been for drinks around the streets of Detroit and even treated herself to ice-cream. She was getting restless and she was becoming irritated. She then remembers Don TM had an establishment in Detroit so made her way across the town to find it. 

It did not take her long to spot an amazing looking building, it really was a modern piece of architectural art. "This must be it" Charsi mentioned to one of her guards Stan, who was with her. But she couldn't help but wonder why it seemed so quiet from the outside. If you went to any other of Don TM establishments you literally were amongst the many who were all there with the same train of thought. Whether that was for his famous soup brand, pizzas or simply to party it up for the night at The Babylon Club back in LA. Charsi decided to investigate further on behalf of Don TM.

As she approached the entrance she could not help but notice there were a lot of flies buzzing around. The windows not been cleaned in a while and the fact that the mail had not been picked up for a while either. She went in and could hear the radio on in the background, so she knew somebody was there. It was then she spotted him, the man Don TM must have trusted and left in charge, he was sat with his feet up on the desk and reading a paper, with a ton of takeaway boxes around him. He didn't even bother to look who came through the door. Charsi saw red, she raised her hand up high and slammed it down onto the counter.. resulting in the man to jump out of his chair with great shock. He took a look at Charsi, he knew he may have seen her before but with the type look upon his face, you could see that he was struggling to pinpoint it "Allow me to help you, I am Charsi, I work for Downtown, Los Angeles, where your BOSS resides. He is also a good friend of mine" She said rather abruptly. The man face went from trying to figure who she was out to a look of fear "I should hope so" Charsi snapped as she took a look around the establishment. 

Whilst she was looking around she could not believe the amount of dust that has built up, the number of requests that have not been followed through in the log book, and it was of no surprise the business was suffering when the one person that Don TM had left in charge couldn't even be bothered to take care of his own appearances. Charsi started to calm down a little bit "You're lucky it's me and not him" she said as the man tried to throw her excuses "I don't want to hear it, you can explain it to him the next time he is in contact" she continued to say. 

The man pleaded with her for help "Very well, I won't be getting my own hands dirty, but you have six hours to get this place looking new. I want it shiny, I want it looking the best, I want it to show what the people from Los Angeles stand for. Pride, Family, Business, Good Service. I want it top notch, I want Don TM's reputation to remain as its known to be, a good businessman who do not hire slobs like yourself, you have let him down" she said as she could see the look of shame on the mans face "I am staying nearby at The Motor City Hotel. So do not think that the min I turn around that I am not far, I will be leaving one of my guards here to oversee you. His name is Stan" she continued to say as she could no longer handle standing there with the smell as she turned to go get freshened up at the hotel. 

After some considerable time and Charsi was feeling fresh as a daisy, she left the hotel on the mission to leave a note for her the man she has spent nearly two days waiting for her money. The note simply said

Time is running out, Either get the cash owed to me today or be forced into retirement, From C. 

She left the note at a place she knew he would find it and started to head back to TM's Import & Export Company. The six hours she had given TM's employee has more than passed, she was generous to give him a bit more time. 

She got back there and noticed it was as she demanded, tip-top condition and sparkling "That's more like it" she said as she went into the place. She could see the man had been smart by hiring a few local teenagers to help him in the quest and she was pleased he paid them well out of his own pocket. She took a good look at the establishment to ensure it was fit for business again. "My guard, Stan going to remain here and work with you, that is until Don TM makes a decision on what is best. For now, though go home, get cleaned up, get on a new suit and go get your hair cut and beard either shaved off or tidied at the barbers. Then come back here" Charsi insisted as she knew that was the final thing that needed to be fixed. She made sure Stan was okay to hold the fort until further notice with the man once he was back and went to go on her way as she turned the sign at the door back to open to put back the service back in business. 

TM's Import & Export Company

Open For Business

Criseria was visiting Detroit and heard there was a wonderful place that can get you anything that you can want opened by the one any only Don TM the place was called TM's Import & Export Company. Of course what girl can miss an oppurtunity to visit one of her Boss's business's given the opportunity. 

When she walks in she notices the revolving door in the entry way, and the marble and exquisite taste that TM was famous for. As she entered you she walks up to the desk and writes in the black book "To Acquire a Russian M1895 Revolver and 2 cases of R 7.62mm x38mm"

Charsi had already been in Detroit a short while and like all her previous to Detroit, it was always about the sale of Cocaine. As she usually did she checked into a hotel and headed out waiting to get word to when it was time to sell. Now Charsi wasn't the normal girly girl with the need to spend spend spend on the latest trends of fashion, nor was she one to gather things to clutter up her room back in Los Angeles at the headquarters. Only for some reason on this day, she decided a bit of a shopping spree was in need and she had no intention of holding back.

She first went into a few clothes shops and got herself some new dresses, shirts, skirts, trousers, some tailored suits and some other more personal items of clothing. With a couple of her guards following her and acting like mules carrying her shopping, she wasn't quite aware of just how much stuff she was buying. She then went into a shoe shop and treated herself to some fancy shoes for evenings outs, and fell head over heels in love with some knee length boots "I'll have them in black, and a pair in dark brown too" she said to the assistant who got her sorted out. After she had finished with looking at shoes and clothes she found herself in a perfume shop, sniffing all types of different aromas until she found one that suited her the most "2 of them" she said to the assistant, to ensure she had enough to last some time. 

After a while and after buying more things, some of which for her caravan back in LA she paused to look into a window display of jewellery. She couldn't help but be amazed at how the diamonds and other gems were sparking as it to scream "buy me, Charsi!". It was then, however, that she also noticed the reflection of herself and the guards standing behind her. She could barely see them! They were struggling to carry all of her goods "Why didn't anyone stop me?!" she said as she turned to them, noticing just how carried away she got on her spree. She only had a tiny case back at the hotel and had realised she had not been overly smart by shopping so far away from home. "Think Charsi, think" she muttered to herself as she started to pace the pavement. It was then that she realised where she was, "Oh! Don TM place nearby" she said to the guards as she indicated for them to follow her.

Charsi and her few guards made their way to TM's Imports & Exports and entered the establishment. The previous time she was there she had to get TM's employee back on track and had left one of her guards there to work there to oversee him, Stan. Stan had obviously kept it going as Charsi went to the counter and he greeted her with a big smile "Hi boss lady" he said as he noticed how lucky he was when he noticed the others behind her carrying so much. "Are you here to check up on us Charsi, would you like a cuppa?" Stan offered, which made Charsi smile "Oh no, I can see it's going well here and I'll pass on the coffee this time" she replied as she then furthered asked him for a few boxes to put the shopping into. Stan got her the boxes and helped boxed up all her shopping, ensuring it was all secured well "Do you want these sent on to Los Angeles docks or home?" Stan asked, Charsi thought for a moment and decided the LA docks would suffice, she can pick the boxes up from there in a few days. 

Charsi wrote the details down into the book on the counter, paid for the service as she then wished Stan well "Take care and thank you Stan" she said as she then left to go seek out drinks in a bar somewhere.

PeterMcNeil was in desperate need.  Desperate need of a gift.  He wanted to thank his former sponsor for his hard work and advice, and time was running out before it became a little weird.   Noticing TM's Import & Export Company he thought this could be a chance.  Perhaps he'd like some imported cigars?  Or maybe a bottle of Irish whiskey?  Walking in the door he pondered what he could get.

The door chimed as it opened, there was an smell of packing wafting from the back.  

"Hello.  There is a distillery in Ireland, a rather famous one for that region, it's in a small town called Bushmills and is getting more and more popular.  What would it cost to import a case of 30 bottles?  I know I'll have to pay extra for the effort of smuggling it in, but I think it would be worth it." Peter said, hoping that he wasn't about to get reported to the Bureau of Prohibition - but something told him this wouldn't be the case.

Time had passed and ruin had come to the destroyed warehouse a casualty of the conflict and a stray Molotov cocktail. For too long the derelict building on the forefront of TM’s mind, unlike his grandfather his businesses in Detroit expanding at an alarming rate. The cutie that was avoided now open to the services to which his family had offered the rest of the world. With a sigh TM knew he had to make the trip personally to get this place up and running again. Keeping his suite at the motor city hotel indefinatly for the time being. Arriving at the contractors office with a couple of his guys.

”The old derelict warehouse by the waterfront there, still got the deed too it and I want that shithole cleared out and rebuilt. No I want more storage space fuck it, go big or go home right?”

TM remarked to the simple construction company owner, and before the man could protest his guards were roughing him up. TM left the office more then satisfied with the assurances given. Not long after reconstruction of the establishment is underway while the boss of The Saiyan Army finds himself enjoying the Detroit nightlife. In the middle of his drink before one of the signs on the skyline catch his attention and bring a smile to his face.

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