Sitting in the dilapidated house where he spent most of his days, Chon took another sip out of the bottle, he began to write in his journal...

I  think back to the great war, it's where I met Dillinger. I was in the infantry for all those years and he was a good friend during the fighting. He brought me into this life of corruption. "This way of ours" is how they refer to it most of the time. Although,  half the time I think this lifestyle is a joke. Nobody knows real brotherhood and loss, or the barbarity that becomes a man during a "real" war.  I often wonder if he found me again because he knows the real horrors of life and can't stand being alone with out his brothers. We were the devil and did the devils work, I ....

His thoughts quickly broke as he heard a bang at the door, snapping out of his thoughts he grabbed his 1911 off of the table. Eyeing the door until he heard another loud knock, he then got up moving towards it, careful to stay out of a direct line in case shots came through.  

"I am EleanorShellStrop, Dillinger sent me to check on you, he has not heard anything from you in weeks. I understand you are not a trusting person, so he told me to tell you "Twice as Bright" She called through the door.

After hearing the right words, chon relaxed. Opening the door he looked down at his gun and laughed.

"Sorry about that, can never be too careful, but you obviously know Dillinger. Come in and have a drink." he said with a wry smile, "Two friends of mine are here. I actually just met them."

Eleanor nods politely and smiles. As she enters she remarked how it is finely so nice to meet him, and she was nervous at first to come but even though she hasn't known him long and hasn't been in such extreme circumstances as he had been with Dillinger, she still trusted him completely. 

Chon replied, "Awesome. Now have a drink with me and my friends." motioning to two corpses with shot glasses taped to their hands. 

Eleanor turned to accept the offer, letting out a small gasp, realizing what was sitting in front of her. 

Slowly reaching for the shot glass and the bottle of Whiskey in front of her, she looks back to Chon and smiles from ear to ear. Noticing his drink was beginning to look as if it needed a top off, she topped off his drink first out of courtesy for her friend

It's been a long month or so for me, Chon. Work has been intense especially with the tidings this world has been through in the last 30 days alone. I am happy to have such good people in my corner to lean on when needed. I would like to thank you for that first and foremost. I think we can all agree that being in the war was hell, your friends here can attest to your knowledge while you were having a lovely drink with them. 

Taking a hefty swig from her glass, she smiles as she looks the remains up and down from these poor souls. Chuckling she is impressed with their decor for their wardrobe at the day of their unveiling to Eleanor. Chon may have thought she was nervous at the beginning, however she has quickly calmed her demeanor and settled nicely. She knew this was a good place with good men

As I stated before, Dillinger requested me to come meet you, I believe his busy schedule will also allow him the pleasure of joining us for this drink with your friends.

I was wondering, do you know of any good places around here to get some nice prosciutto? The butcher I have been going to recently has been rather disappointing to say the least. 

Finishing her initial drink and letting out a small sigh, enjoying the flavor of her drink... she looks left at the gentleman who have been so rude as to not touch their drinks yet. 

You may want to say something to your friends about disrespecting you in your home... this is very fine Whiskey you have here Chon. I would hate to see it go to waste!