Frank looked at Dawn_ and told her a casino is the best place.  Every person walks in with cash and they walk out with nothing so no one is questioned.  We take the payments the Casino writes a check to the winners or the profits are split with the share holders.  Taxes are paid and or we can write legit checks to other families so they can have clean money to work with.  We can use the unions they loan us clean money and then we given them so called payment back.  Cleaning money is a hobby.   Something to think about it while your flying to chicago.

It was a beautiful morning when Sal woke up. He took a nice warm shower, shaved and got dressed. He told his driver Luis, to prepare the car, he needed to visit his tood friends caffeteria. They drove to Cafe Colombian in Detroit. Sal walked out of the car and entered the spot. It was nice building and it was even nicer from the inside. He found himself an empty table and took a seat. He saw few familiar folks and nodded to them. Sal ordered himself a cup of coffee with creme and sugar as always. While he was adding sugar to his cup he saw Dawn talking with someone. Sal quickly stood up and approached her. As she saw him coming her way, she excused herself and welcomed him. 
"Hello Dawn, what a nice surprise, how are you? Is business ok?" Sal smiled as he was talking.

Before heading into work Gyp decides to grab some coffee from Cafe Colombian Detroit

As he walks up to the counter he is greeted and then takes a look at the menu 

Gyp: Can I order a don pablo and one dozen glazed doughnuts?

After much done work here in etroit it was time for a relaxing moment at this famous cafe so he gets in and put his ass on a chair and asks for a big black coffee, fresh and nothing in it please says he to the waitress that thnaks him for his order with a big smile which showed her white teeth. After getting his coffee and a small cake to it gothe to, the girl said she baked it and she wanted to give it to him as a free gift since she liked his way of moving in here att his cafe, he thnaks and eats the cake and gets very glad over how good it tasted and says so to the girl who flushes up a bit in her face, she looked gordius when she did that, what a girl, pity he was way to old for her but dreams can not any take away from an old man.

Damn this cold weather is Detroit was getting the best of Rain.  She pulled her racing green polar fleece hat up so she could see well as she walked into the Café.  She just loved the smell of that Colombian coffee.  Just the smell was warmth to her.  Flora one of the waitresses met her with a big smile on her face.   Rain asked he what was up and Flora told her she was going to be a grandmother, that her son’s and his wife were expecting their first child.  Rain told her that was wonderful news and knew that Flora was going to be the best grandmother.  Flora asked Rain if she want to order something and Rain told her she would like a Don Pablo Colombian Supremo and a chicken salad sandwich and to please have it served in the office she was meeting with Big Moe and Roots.

Rain enjoyed working with Big Moe.  It took him awhile but he really had his shit together.  If I wasn’t for him the operation wouldn’t be half as successful.  A lot of people really respected him and he was the type of person that didn’t take on any shit. 

Detroit was still housing most of the product but setting up the new airline and us in control it was going to be a lot easier moving the product around. 

Flora came in with Rain’s order.  Big Moe gave her a very nice tip.  Rain sat enjoying her lunch as she continued to talk to Moe and Roots.  They still had to work out the landing permits for Miami.  Rain told them that King_Solomon and _Issei_ were working on that and they should have the proper permits in a few days. They still had a large amount of product on hand.  With the recent death of a few very loyal people things had slowed down some.  

Rain pulled the envelope of money out of her purse and handed it to Big Moe.  She told him Odessa had given it to her.  Big Moe explained that’s the way Dawn had it set up.  A few clients dropped the money owed for product off her store.  After Frank’s death they need somewhere better to collect the money.  They didn’t need that much money to be exchanged in the Café.  It’s brings too much attention. Rain suggested that once things start to pick up at the ice-cream shop we can do some collections there.

Rain dreaded going back out into the cold but she had other things to do before she headed back to Las Vegas. 

Twenty seven degrees MsRain grunted to herself as she walked into the café.  Now that she resides is Detroit she will definitely have to get used to this cold weather.  Quite a few people were in the café warming up with a hot cup of coffee.  Flora walked up to her and told her she was eyeballing a few suspicious men sitting at a booth.  MsRain followed her eyes to see where. She told Flora to keep checking them out and see what they might be up to.  When she arrived in the office she told Big Moe what Flora had said and he told her he knew about that and had his men on them.  She forgot nothing passes Moe's security. 

Big Moe pulled out some papers to show MsRain.  They were the landing rights, gate and hangar in Miami.  They weren't going to open an office there because it really wasn't needed as long as they could get their cargo in and out.  She told him that was wonderful news permits for the cargo planes was all the really needed. 

He asked her how she was surviving the cold weather and she told him not very well.  They both laughed.  Then he said she better get use to it because this is just the beginning, they had a few more months of it in head of them. MsRain told him just as long as she could get away from the cold once in awhile she would be just fine.  

She had a cup of coffee and a Danish and when she was getting ready to leave she told Moe to let her know if he found out anything about those guys who were in the café. 

Vincent arrived to Detroit to make some arrangements for his upcoming book release and as always he arrived few days earlier. Now he needed a coffee and Cafe Colombian seemed like a perfect spot for that. As he arrived infront of the coffee house he paid for his drive and walked in. He noticed a big security guy and stayed cool. He didnt wanted any attention at all, he just wanted to sit and enjoy his coffee. He asked for the table and one of the waitresses escorted him to one. He took a seat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Waitress asked what a gentleman would like to have and Vincent ordered his usual, coffee with sugar and some creme. She smiled, nodded and excused herself. Vincent actually looked for his good friend MsRain but he didnt saw her. He lighted up a cig and relaxed in his chair. He liked this place, always open and the best coffee in town. Waitress came back and brought his drink. Vincent thanked her kindly and gave her a little tip. She thanked him for such kindness and excused herself again. Vincent drank his coffee and smoked his cigarette. Life was beautiful. When he finished the drink, he paid for it l, thanked the waitress and walked towards security guy. 
"Hello Moe, if you see MsRain, please let her know that Vincent was here and wanted to see her, okay? Thank you."

The he made his way outside and sat in the taxi.

It was nearly breaking midnight when Azathoth found himself stumbling into what looked to be a rather bustling business in the city of Detroit that way typically closed by this hour-- but with a little bit of money he was able to talk the person now in charge to keep it open a little past closing so that he could do his unscrupulous dealings. There were already three other men in the establishment wearing rather long jackets even though the weather inside seemed to be warm at worst, but typically concealing weapons in clothing was a well known and oft used trick in this line of work that Azathoth knew more than enough about so he was understanding of the attire of choice.

Good evening, gentlemen. We have work to do, don't we?, the word ominously slid out of his mouth with ease while he took note of the visible hairs now standing on each and every one of their backs. There were a lot of rumors surrounding him at this point and although most were untrue that didn't stop him from allowing the whispers to fester, it was good for his brand.

Do you have it?

Yeah, do you?

The third man was silent in the corner holding at his jacket, clearly ready to take fire if needed while the other two attempted to get as much information out of their constituent as possible. Pulling down his cloak, Azathoth revealed two large suitcases that he was holding on to and with that he set both of them down.

The larger of the two chatty men walked over to the nearest suitcase that had been placed on the table and opened it quickly, his hands shaking with anticipation as it swung forth the riches they sought. There had to be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of pearls and gold bouillon inside of here, and with that the man accidentally let his hand off the cards a bit too soon by pulling his gun that was tucked within his pants.

Seeing it from a mile away, Azathoth already had a plan. The door behind the three men swung shut and the sound of bullets flew throughout the entire establishment. Making sure not to damage the place too much as he was only leasing it for the night, by the end of the minute all three of the men laid dead.

Shame, I was really hoping to get those plans. Now I'll need to find another way... cleaning up the Cafe Columbian and placing a few thousand dollars onto the Cafe's counter, he left the place with a sigh. There was still a lot of work to be done, and sadly this one ended in about the most predictable way one might think.

It was a sad day for Detroit and Los Angeles.. both underworld got shaken up a bit.. a lot of good people got killed, but thats they way it is in this life, in the life of a criminal. Zavattini arrived to Detroit to meet a person who had to send some cash to Zavattini's boss. Zav was here to pick up the cashbag and get his ass back in Chicago. He had a card with a name, Cafe Colombian Detroit. He took a taxi after his arrival to the airport and told driver the name. Driver nodded and stepped on the gas pedal. Upon arrival, Zavattini paid for the ride and stepped out of the cab. He looked at the building infront of him and he smiled a bit. It was time to step in. He opened the door and walked inside. Took off his hat and walked to the counter. Asked for a empty table and waitress escorted to one. He took a seat and placed his hat and jacket to the next chair. Waitress asked what a gentleman would like to order.. Zavattini ordered a cup of coffee, black and an ashtray for smoking. Waitress nodded and excused herself. She came back, brought the ashtray and coffee. Zav thanked her. She excused herself and walked away. Zavattini pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighted one up. Leaned back in his chair and puffed his smoked. It was nice cafe he thought to himself. He didnt knew the owner, it was first time being in Detroit for him. When he finally finished his drink and smoke, he paid for everything, thanked the waitress and bartender and walked outside. It was time to meet with the guy.

King Solomon entered Cafe Columbian Detroit. It was a long day of running errands and attending meetings. He finally had some time to wind down. He took a seat and ordered a glass of wine. There was an outdoor area, so he felt it would be a perfect place to smoke his joint. Sipping his wine, he took a couple puffs of his joint. Thinking to himself what he will do next here in Detroit.

Harper stopped by the Café to talk with Big Moe.  She had to laughed to herself when she thought about how when she was about sixteen years old the big crush she had on him.  He was older than her and didn't even give her the time of day.  Now the six years difference didn't mean that much.  But she knew what a player he was.  She was used to seeing him with a lot of different women.  She could tell by some of the things he said and the way he looked at her he was finally paying attention to the women who stood before him.  She had already told him to forget about that, there wasn't a chance in hell she would ever thing about having a relationship with him.

When she arrived at the Café it was quite busy, Rosa was slamming tables and just gave her a quick wave.  Harper just made her way to the office.  She sat and talk with Moe for a little while.  He had just come back with a large shipment from Colombia. They had to schedule shipments to the other cities.  They called a few of the cargo managers and set the dates up.  Everything was running smoothly but they still needed to bring some trusted people into the operation. 

Pablo Ryman was having a stroll around the random city he had landed in.  He had turned up at Bogota airport and looked for any old flight to a destination in the USA.  He would head to Pensacola at some point but he'd have a look around whatever city this was.  The sign at the airport said Detroit.  He'd never been to Detroit before, the child acting in Florida had mostly been local so a trip up North seemed fun.

In need of a coffee he took a taxi to the business district and stopped at the first place he found.  The Cafe Colombian looked a little like the stuff he'd been used to back home on location so he wandered inside.

The first thing he spotted on the menu was the Don Pablo.  Mild seemed a little...sort of...less than manly but a Pablo for Pablo seemed good.

The server at the counter called him over.

"Hola...how can I serve you today?"

"Oh, hi.  Can I have a Don Pablo to take away please."

"Sure."

She started writing on a cup.

"What's the name"

"Uhh...Esco...I mean Branson."

"Do you need milk with that?"

"Uhh...I'm lactose intolerant what dairy alternatives do you have?"

"Oat and soy milk."

Ryman glanced down at the server's badge...it said Britney.  Maybe everyone had two names now.  She already knew his surname.  Maybe she already knew too much.

"Oh, hola...Milk....mucho gusto. Soy Pablo.  I'll just have it without milk please."

Pablo Ryman waited at the end of the counter for his drink to arrive,

The Goose of much agitation enters the cafe columbian, in search of something to perk him up a bit.  The grain funnels had left his throat as dry as a budgies cage

'HOOONK FLAP FLAP PECK HOOOOONK HONK'

(I'll take a skinny latte please and whatever Ryman_Branson is having)

Dr Doolittle Pablo Ryman turned at the squawking and honking from Angry_Goose

”Disculpe Milk...can I have another Don Pablo in a shallow cup for mi amigo here por favor”

The Goose smiles as the animal speaking cartel leader Commercial specialist orders his cup of Joe

'HONK honk honk HOOOONK flapetty FLAP peck HONK'

(Have you done something new with your hair?)

The advertisement for Lib_'s dog related radio show came on in the background, she was talking this week about the difference between wet and dry dog food or something.  Back home in Colombia Ryman Pablo just got his....errr...Pablo's henchmen to feed errant peasants to the local perros so that was dog food sorted there.  It would be a short radio show in Medellin.  Angry_Goose flapped and honked.

"Oh this?  I have the worst cabello ever.  It goes frizzy in the humidity, honestly I can't do anything with it.  I don't know how Pablo copes...not like you with your easily tidies feathers."

HONK, PECK, WADDLE RUN FRANTICALLY IN A CIRCLE

(do you know how early I have to get up in the morning to get it to look like this?  I'm considering shaving it all off, tail and all'

"Koffee Kult and a sub, please"

Protea places her order and waits for her food while she reads the book that her friend had given her. Protea had never been interested in reading but something about this book made her want to continue past the first chapter. She even decided to visit the library once she was done reading this book, to get herself another one. 

Her coffee and sandwich finally arrived. She smiled and took a sip of the coffee and then a bite of the sandwich. Then she was back to reading again.

The Don Pablo was quite tasty if a little mild.  While he'd been at Hacienda Napoles, Pablo's hot wife was very good at making a full bodied cup of the finest Colombian coffee.  He sipped it again as he watched Angry_Goose waddling frantically.

"Don't shave them off.  People here don't deal with diversity very well, they'd look at a featherless goose and think that you'd look tasty with some roast potatoes.  You're lucky Lib_ and Don Smash have done their diversity training."

HOOOOOOOONK! HOOOOOONK! PECK, FRANTIC WING FLAP, HOOOOONK

(Well yes, they're done their training but i'm concerned it's nothing more than a tick box exercise, I've seen the way Lib_ looks at me and writes things in her recipe book)