Mist had just finished setting up his HQ and invited a not too shabby 1st set of recruits to keep his day to day operations running. Some of the tasks and missions had been put on hold until the core was settled and the skeleton functions of his corporation had been successfully implemented. 

Now that he finally had a bit of a breather he invited Melissa in to his head office. Looking out at the dreary weather he quickly pulled the cord that unrolled his poster of the beloved Hanalei Bay that he hung across his window to enjoy a nicer view.

He sighed and turned around why handing his RHW a stiff scotch, knowing she would let anything below premium quality gather dust.

Thanks for coming, you know that we have put some of our 'extra-curricular' activities on hold, pending setting up and getting our ducks in a row. But now I feel we are ready to again assign them on outbound missions that have been postponed too long. We are missing our critical window on some of them way too quickly.

Melissa nodded and sighed, she herself had also felt the long hours trying to yell some sense into all these youngster who still were suckling not too long ago. The toll had been grave on them, but after initial training a few of the recruits did show some significant progress and yet, whether you believe or not, had not done anything productive so far to support the cause that founded the Aloha Conservation INC.

.Mist spoke again, sifting through some papers looking at the multiple missions he had noted down

1) Blow up the International Fruit Company docks in pearl harbor wharf

2) Establish smuggling lines through the west coast to ensure proper ammunition deposits could be built up in Maui (hastily scribbled contact newt_scamander)

3) Recruit some ineffective treehuggers who are just building campfires and holding ineffective demonstrations and radicalize them for our cause

4) Extort some local navy officers on O'ahu to provide us intel on ship movements

5) Pirate a few supply ships from local pineapple farmers to the major docks for international transport

6) Infiltrate into local government and put pressure on the agenda to discourage additional commercial licenses to be issued to export companies on all the islands

He looked at Melissa, winked at her and asked if she had anything more to share, but seeing her smile and raise her glass, he figured this would be a good list to start with. Any associate who came up with an even better plan would be up for promotion in the future surely!!!

Gomez walked out of the office of Mist_and_Shadows with a thin folder tucked inside his coat jacket. This simple folder contained all the information required to carry out his very first mission, which was to blow up the docks of one of the famous fruit companies operating in Hawaii. The mission was a tough one and almost impossible to carry out alone. Luckily for him, Morticia was willing to partner up with him on this dangerous task.

As he lazily strolled to her room he tried to recall what was said in the office a while ago. According to Mist, The International Fruit Company (IFC) had monopoly over all fruit trade taking place in Hawaii. But when Gomez asked him why matters like business monopolies were a concern of their conservation movement, the answer he received was a bit strange. Mist was adamant that the IFC was wasting tonnes of fruit every week as well as ruining the local vegetation to grow pineapples. He added that destroying the docks was the only way to get them to back off. Gomez didn't dwell too much on this for he hated pineapples which he blamed for ruining pizzas. Also he was too excited to carry out his first mission. His sole focus was on planning out an attack strategy with Morticia. 

*****

In the dead of the night, Gomez quietly made his way along the shoreline towards the pearl harbor wharf. They had picked a moonless night to carry out their operation. It was to be a two pronged attack with Morticia approaching the docks from the West while he came in from the East side. 

The pier could be seen in the distance and he quietly ran towards it without drawing any attention to himself. Almost half the fleet of the IFC was docked at the wharf, making this the perfect night to inflict a crippling blow to their operation. A low whistling sound made him halt in his tracks and as he scanned the surroundings he saw a man patrolling the docks while humming a tune. Stealthily he crept up on the guard and with the butt of his gun, Gomez whacked him over the head and the man crumpled to the ground unconscious. Unnecessary casualties were to be avoided on this mission.

The ships were tied together forming a long chain as far as the eye could see. Without wasting time he pulled out a torch and set it alight. He held it over his head and waved it back and forth three times, the signal for Morticia which he hoped that she had seen. Next he set down the large knapsack he carried on his back and from it he carefully removed the bottles of Molotov cocktails. One by one he set them on fire and tossed into the ships moored to the pierside, setting them aflame. Gomez believe that this would be the biggest attack that would happen at pearl harbor.

As the meeting is going on, the faces of the recruiter is focused on what is being said by their leader Mist_and_Shadows. Some of them are trying to grasp what is the future of the family, some others are looking for opportunities that earn them some cash. But Ohoder is their to prove his worth to the family as he is one of the newest members.

In the meeting a list of mission was announced by the leader, where the recruiters started to whisper around trying to find a group to work together. But suddenly the leader stood up, the fresh members stood up in shock wondering what is happening. A big smile comes to the leader face as he announces that Andre_Nickatina is the new Left hand man of the family and will be organizing some of the missions that were listed before. Everyone congratulate him but goes right back to thinking of what is the next step they will be doing.

After all of the information was given and folders of the missions were spread to the recruiters. And as Everyone start leaving the room (Melissa nods for the new LHM to stay in the room) a sing of relief comes to the leaders of the Aloha family as they gather around Mist_and_Shadows office where he opened his safe and brought 3 of the finest cigs that are saved up in his safe. The leaders congrats the new LHM and light up the finest cigs of the streets and chat around.

As everyone is leaving while wondering how to do the missions, Ohoder is away from his body in his own mind ,encouraged by the fine smell of cigs that were lit up by the leaders, planning how to prove his worth for the family aiming to have the same welcoming ( the fine cigs ).

Morticia listened intently as Gomez rattled off his illicit plan for blowing up the docks owned by the International Fruit Company located in the Pearl Harbor wharf in Hawaii. The pair were bent over a detailed map depicting the area, complete with X's marking the spots where each were to make their secret approaches. First Gomez from the East would head down to the pier and once the coast was clear, she would come from the West.

They spent a considerable amount of time going over every possible scenario of the covert operation, trying to foresee anything that could possibly go wrong. Mist_and_Shadows had specifically demanded this mission be done and placed great importance on seeing it done right was of the utmost importance.

By the glow of their flashlights, she and Gomez finally came up with their perfect plan.

Later that same night, Morticia hid behind the trunk of a tall pineapple tree at the edge of a large grove. From this vantage point, she was able to get a clear view of the docks, grateful for her ability of seeing in the dark. The moonless night was pitch black but she could discern the location of the pier from the water gently lapping against the ships.

She jumped slightly when she thought she heard an "Oof" coming from that direction and prayed that Gomez was alright. After what seemed an interminable amount of time, especially waiting in the dark, she saw his pre-planned signal. Morticia immediately sprung out from behind her hiding spot, brandishing a heavy pineapple in one hand in case she got accosted, then hurriedly crept toward the docks. The bottles in her pack made clanking noises so she shrugged it off then dragged it behind her. The noise must have alerted another guard that lay hidden in wait. Without pausing, she aimed the pineapple like a projectile right at his forehead and he crumpled at her feet without making a sound. Chuckling and having fun, she went the rest of the way without another mishap.

Morticia smiled proudly as she saw Gomez expertly toss each fiery bottle bomb towards the tethered ships, and watched as they blew up in rapid succession. Quickly, but carefully, she emptied her bag and in turn, lit each of her Molotov cocktails, throwing just as accurately as her partner did. Once all the ships were ablaze, the pair met back up and laughed at the exploding pineapples filling the night sky like their very own fireworks display.

What an amazing first night in Hawaii!

((OOC: I know I am past the deadline.  I got caught out of town until know.  I know my submission can't win, but I wanted to be a part of this anyway :) ))

Melissa accepted the hand of the chaffer as he helped her out of the back of the black and white 1925 Rolls Royce Phantom.  She had taken the time to get all gussied-up for this little chin-dig the mayor was throwing for the elite of the city.  Sometimes being a mobster entailed being in the soot and grime of the underground part of the city.  Something it involved socializing with the well-to.  Tonight was the latter.

As she began the descent up the wide stairs to the door she over heard the excited murmurings of the individuals enjoying the night air on the sides of the cement stairs.  Several of them were pointing into the distance towards the docks.  She took a moment to look back over her shoulder and she smiled.  Melissa was able to see the glowing orange of what she knew was the IFC's dock ablaze.  Her crewmates had been successful in their part and now it was her turn.  

Her mission tonight was a simple one.  Get the mayor alone, slip him a mickey, and let the associate into the room to snap a few "suggestive" photos.  It was something she was actually quite experienced at doing.  It always made for dealing with the local government easier when its leaders had blackmail being held over them.  No politician could survive a sexually scandal easily and most were quite amenable to do as they were told so long as those photos never saw the light of day.

As Melissa stepped over the threshold of the door she let her dress fall down and she reached to take hold of a glass of Champaign that was being offered to all the entering guests. With grace she navigated the crowd and soon laid eyes upon her prey.  With a smirk she took a sip of her drink and began to lay her plan into action.  The wife was a bit of a hiccup, but nothing a bit of ground senna leaves in a drink would not handle.  Soon the little misses would be retiring for the evening leaving her poor husband all alone.  

Damn she loved this life.

Mist was sitting in his comfortable armchair at the ACI headquarters as an errand boy ran in with a few stacks of papers, all labeled in bold black letters 'classified', with a little font of typewriter printed under it, indicating that the reports were for his own eyes only. He smiled, this must be the mission reports he was waiting on. Not too long ago he had sent out Morticia and Gomez with some instructions on the IFC operations at the pearl harbor wharf and they had looked genuinely elevated to go and take care of it.

As he read through their report, he was quite satisfied, but he wrote a hasty reply to them that the boats out of commission were only part 1, he needed them to blow up the actual warehouses as well. He sighed, they had used up all the explosive ammo he had locally so he'd have to take it upon himself to arrange such shipment. Sighing he finished his drink but quickly checked the report from his right hand, the devious ms Melissa. As he read her short report, for she never needed much words to convey her actions, she had done all the needful. Knowing the prime weaknesses of men and her own strengths she always delivered on her word. He smiled, that should come in handy not too far in the future.

As he arched and stretched his back he told his trusty bodyguard Merry to run the car in front, 

Where to sir? the boy asked, NONE of your damn business boy he grunted, but relented a bit saying it would be a local drive up to the 1/2lbers restaurant in the center of Corktown. As the boy disappeared he put on his jacket, overcoat and grabbed a bottle of the good stuff he kept in his locked desk drawer. Time to go see Newt_Scamander for some planning of ammunition shipment to West coast ports so he could restock his local supply on the islands. The creepy couple still had some unfinished business to take care off.

As he arrived at the 1/2lbers HQ, he greeted Gimpanzee, had a little small talk about joint ventures and cost sharing operational topics and gave him a fine Cuban he had saved up for the next time he met the primate. Somehow he used them to smoke his bananas or something... Mist shrugged, everyone had their antics one way or another. As he pressed the door to Newt's office he had a messenger boy disturb him and followed him to listen to the message.

Yes boy tell me, what is it

The boy relayed the message and Mist nodded.

Yes, yes very good, I understand Melissa's update, please bring this response back to the HQ and look for @abby-whitehall, she can aid me surely in smooth talking some navy officers. I have also noticed she has a good way with words and does not object to an adventurous mission once in a while

Humu entered the mission control building. Aside for some shards from the bashed in windows it looked still in good order. The riots in the streets had not affected the office and nothing was trashed and stolen. He checked the backroom to see that Dolf and Steve hadn't even had the time to move their work out equipment to the now destroyed Aloha Conservation Inc HQ. Good thing they didn't surely it would have been stolen there.

Humu sat down, reflected on the last few days events but knew that the cause of conservation was still strong. He started to write some letters, some of the kin of his friends and family surely would still want to help him out. Maybe even Kaya was just as skillful as her mother Sana had been, and he wondered if morticia and gomez had any kin that was willing to live a dangerous live.

He took a swig of whiskey, rolled up his sleeves and got to work to clean up and get the office back up to speed. He would have to put ads in the papers to hire himself some staff though...