Cj had just only recently become a Wise Guy, he had only just now become more trusted within his family after raising such an outstanding amount of money for them. He had been ontop of his game from day one, hustling had become like anything else in his life. It was fast money over everything, and because of his crew, he had the connections to make millions. A smirk was upon the young mans face, as he sat in the Los Angeles airport. He had come back from New Orleans to pick up another huge load of Cocaine and was headed to another city to get rid of it as quickly as possible.

As he sat in the airport, he was wearing a fine black suit, crossed legged with a newspaper in his hand. He always had dressed nicely, like a business man. As he read the newspaper headlines spoke about arrests of mobsters doing the same exact thing he was doing, however, Cj was smart about the game. He had paid off some of the airport workers to smuggle his huge load of Cocaine upon the airplane in order to get it to another city. Most other mobsters had been known for hiding their drugs in their luggage or carrying it on their person. Cj's load of drugs was far to large to carry in his luggage, or on his person. With twenty one pounds of cocaine, who would carry that on them?

He stopped reading the newspaper, as a loud buzzing came into the air followed by a voice that boomed loudly over an intercom. "Flight 421, now boarding passengers." This was Cj's flight, it was time for him to make moves. He stood to his feet, folding his newspaper neatly leaving it on the seat of his chair as he fixed his suit up. He walked toward the boarding dock, showing the attendant his boarding ticket and then walking toward the entrance of the plane. He was headed for another city... it was time to make his dough.

Hey, american! Stop!

Yuri and two men behind him in silk Armani suits stop CJ from boarding the plane.

You forget to pay the airport leader, the mafiya takes offence at your lack of money. You need to pay the airport boss.

As soon as that is said, an FBI agent comes from the plane towards the four men and two come from the airport towards the four men.

Mave sees the commotion and smoothly walks up, standing by Cj. She smiles politely as she addresses Yuri.

I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen. Is there a problem?

Cj turned around to answer the call, a smile was upon his face and one hand was in his right pocket. Two men were accompanying another man who was approaching him rapidly demanding a payment to the airport boss.

My lack of money sir? And, who are you to make such demands?

Seeing mave come up as a federal agent, he moves to her and whispers in her ear.

I know that you are mobster, this man no pay the airport boss, now he either pays double or he flies back to home city a cripple.

Mave smiles and pats Yuri on the shoulder.

Please, of course! This man's expenses are on me. I would really rather not make a scene here, for the sake of both of us. If your people got involved, then my people would have to get involved, and a big old mess would insue. It doesn't matter who would end up winning the fight, all parties will have taken a great loss by the end of the night, and I do hope to avoid that.

Datsik sees the comotion as he passes through business lounge to bored his private plane. As he glances over at the group he chickles to himself.

Heh...Kids...

Cj raises an eyebrow, listening to the conversation the two were having. He crosses his arms.

Excuse me, I don't know your name... but this is my home city. I don't see why I have to pay the airport boss any money...

Of course. I understand.

He takes the envelope of money from mave and strides away with a disappoined look on his face, for he was anticipating a little fun with the man...

Cj turns to Mave infuriated by the demands that the man had just made.

"What the hell Mave... next time that happens i'm not gonna' be so hesitant to draw my fucking gun.. I won't let some random guy make me pay to use the fucking airport. How much did you have to pay him? I've got money."

She sighs and shakes her head, turning to Cj.

Please, keep your gun holstered. It's just money. As long as it stops bloodshed, I'd happily pay it again. Easier than a fight in a public area, right?

He was almost gone when he heard a man yelling in the hallway, he goes back to see the FBI agents gone and the man yelling at Mave. He approaches the man and slaps him across the face, making him go to his knees.

You should learn to respect women, American, especially women that solve your problems for you.

She glares at Yuri.

I appreciate you standing up for me, sir, but you have no right to touch him!

Without a word, he glares at the man, turns on his heel, and walks off of the boarding dock.

She glares after him, then sighs and helps Cj up.

You ok?

Before Datsik boards his flight he turns to his closest bodyguard.

Is it me or is the help and training for young mafioso in this world declining? I think I saw some notice back in the lobby entitled "Street Posting Standards", I've seen too many mafioso just walk past that recently.

It kinda puts me off listening to people in the streets if I feel I am gunna loose a few brain cells just listening.

Cj grabs the mans hand as he attempts to slap him.

"I suggest you walk away... unlike you, I don't force people, especially women, to pay anything. I could've easily paid off whatever you needed me to."

He says this simply, and very calmly. Cj would then pull a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and stuff it in the mans front pocket, patting the pocket and giving him a warm smile.

(Sorry, I keep forgetting to italisize, and please don't metagame Yuri.)

Mave shakes her head and squeezes inbetween the two men, sternly looking at Cj.

Look, don't worry about it, ok? It's been taken care of.

OOC: I've been away from this, by the time you commented, I'd probably be out of the airport