12th Street, Detroit. Lust, adventure, love, ambition, the drive to make money; whatever it might have been that brought you here also led you into a local bar just off the docks. Men and women in fine suits sat around tables to the left of you as you walk in. There was three with maybe four to six people around each along the whole wall with a clear pathway down the middle of the building and an 'L' shaped bar to the right. At the end were washrooms and a billiards table. You want to buy a drink, but since you are unsure of how much cash you have you dig through your pockets. Someone notices this and approaches you..

"I can buy you a drink if you can give me five minutes of your time?" he tells you..

The new wander nods their head in consent...

"Glad to hear, friend.." he says before walking towards the bar. You begin to follow him. You take note that everyone moved aside as you two proceeded to the bar, an then came back to where they were standing previously as you pass. Interesting, he must be someone important or feared...or maybe both.

Whichever it was it was too late to turn around. You are standing right at the wooden bar ,elbows rest a topped next to him, as two glasses are put in between you two. He pushes one closer to you and grabs his.  You pick up yours an observe it quickly. The liquid is an amber colour but you can't identify what it is beside knowing it's alcoholic. There's about three fingers height of it in the glass. 

"To your arrival, kid" he says just as he cheers his glass off yours and the two of you take a sip. 'Smooth' you think to yourself..

"Alright kid time to earn that sip and the rest of it. You see those gambling tables?" He says before looking over to them with you.

He continues with "Take this gun, you are going to help me rob this place.."

Even though filled with doubt and hesitation they take the gun against their better judgement.

"I knew you had it in you. Okay I'm going to stick mine at the dealers and get the money. You stick yours at the players and the crowd. If people run away don't shoot, but if they try anything else light them up.." Is all he says before ringing off a shot in the air from his Colt 1911. People scream and flee as he rushes up to the dealers. You follow quickly behind him aiming yours at the group you had just been surrounded by at the bar. He begins to demand the dealers fork over the money, while people start to get on the floor holding their money up, but he tells them..

"We ain't here for your money, just some dumb fucks who think they can run rigged games on Don Soseki's turf. Worst part is they don't even offer him a cut, where's the respect!"

Firing off another shot out of anger, people began pocketing their wallets and looking down. The dealers started withdrawing the money even quicker and each now had them tied up in bags. You note that they look almost like presents from Santa, and they basically were you convince yourself. Your accomplice grabs the bags, taps you on the shoulder, and runs to a car out front. You follow him out the front door. Another man was already waiting with the engine revving.

"Hop in" he tells you as he jumps into the passenger seat. You get into the back, and the car takes off like a rocket. Sirens could now be heard faintly in the distance. You turn and look out the back window as you even now see them, then it's nothing but stores as the car turns. You look back in front and there is a couple hundred dollars being held out for you.

"This is your cut. You did good back there kid you really got some skill. We are going back to the Tranquility headquarters to give our boss his cut and grab a drink. Feel free to meet me there if you ever need help finding work around here." With those last words and a wink the car speeds off leaving you watching as they disappear in the distance.