The cold crisp air rushed the tip of Alan-Lontel's nose as he stumbled out of a small ran down bar in Detroit. He pulls a smoke from his ear and perches it between his lips before lighting it with a box of matches.

Alan was new to town but had over heard a few of the older wise guys in the bar talking about some "Crews" in town that were wealthy and worked as a family! He was unsure but he also believed he heard the term Mafia used a time or two between the men. 

"Mafia, huh?" Alan thought to himself. "Wealthy and family based they say, eh?" 

Down a few blocks he noticed a shadow looking figure passing through the street lights coming his way. Alan being new to Detroit he knew he needed to keep his eyes on the individual that was approaching him....

After coming back from the Saturday market to pick up some groceries and finally stepping inside her brothel business, Cassandra was suddenly interrupted by her assistant Lulu waving her pointer finger in her face. 

"Where have you been!?" She shrieked.

Cassandra glanced down at the brown paper bag she was carrying, which held a variety of fruits. "Lulu, geezus. Are you okay? You look very flushed." 

There was a moment of silence before Lulu began to speak. She went back around her desk first to grab her handy clipboard. Lulu hurriedly turned over a paper and it behind the board. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Give me a second. Recruiting agency gave word to us about a potential asset to our family. Don't much know about him yet... But I sent one of our men to check what he's all about."

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The shadowy hulking figure approached Alan. With a toothpick being chewed on in his mouth and one of his hands holding onto a suitcase, he spoke in a deep tone. "You look a bit lost, kid. Maybe I can help ya find your way."