"You're sure going on this business trip is best for all of us involved? We can get supply out of New York if necessary? I hear that porn company is still in the business of being available for gun shipments...what we have here, we could set it up out of Detroit, even Chicago, it seems like Ennio is open to working with you, why not do it this way? We could make a lot more money if we brought others in our plans..."

Rom sat in The Chaise Hotel, Detroit's, well, one of his favoured establishments. It was a pretty swanky joint and already, he had been having meetings out the Yazoo and for now, he was comfortable for whatever was coming. His plans with Jose Cordelia were coming in, and for the plans he had in Detroit, he would talk to Grayson in a while, maybe he could find something for him as well. 

"We all stand to make some money, Las Vegas is a good city, with a lot of connections and I want to open up my business to 'em. Plus Optimus is a good friend to my father, a family friend...though the two of those guys had an odd relationship, odder than that of Ron and my old man, anyway, are you coming?"

Gerry shook his head, looking over the papers as a few guards stepped out with the boss. Right now, he wanted to make sure that he had all that he needed for the trip to Vegas and heading into town was one of the better ideas he had. 

And so he did, Rom greeted a few people here and there and made himself known at the fruit market, picking up a few things as he spoke with a few of the corner boys selling papers. He took 'em and found himself looking at Mercy_Fiorentino and her horse racing, well, that was certainly something, and he had to admit that Mercy certainly had a way about her. She had already run some good events for the people, Mercy reminded Rom of a legend from the old days, Jack Mezzo, the old Father.

"Look at her, eh? She certainly has got the backing of the people here, I can't say that I'm surprised, she's earned this and a lot more. She's giving her best I'd say, anyway, who wants a steak?"

A lot of his guys looked at him like he was crazy, before shrugging their shoulders, and they walked into the Blackhawk. For a moment, it would seem like things were taking a turn. This was just a day out for them, the moment before their trip to Las Vegas. Nothing more than they sat in a booth, they all looked to Rom, and they wondered where DickGrayson was for a moment. 

"He's on business, so I've been told. Anyway, what I want to discuss is my father's former basketball syndicate. What are we going to do with it? I've been asked and I want to bring it back, maybe with the side business of fixing games for the odds on our side. We'll see though, I don't want to damage the reputation I've built here and have been building for the people in my long time here."

Chuckling, Rom looked over and noticed a waiter eying him and motioned over to the bar. Shaking his head, the young businessman stood to his feet and walked over. His guys all soon talking with one another, it was easy as could be. If they knew their boss was in danger, it would have changed within an instant. 

And so, Rom leaned on the counter, his eyes a bit hazy as he smirked, lazily. Noticing that the bartender slid him a note, he picked it up and read it slowly before looking back up. He met the eyes of the bartender, reaching into his pocket, he gave the man five thousand dollars. 

"This is enough. Next week's take should be more, if you want to do business with us. Let us know, thanks for this information, our Trust in you, is growing."

The bartender nodded, pouring him a bourbon as Rom walked back over to his boys, drink in hand as they all nodded their heads back. In the time he had gone to get himself a drink and some information, his boys had eaten their meals and now Rom sat down, his plate just resting there as he passed Hank a note. 

Hank passed it round to the boys as they all waited for the boss' final word on this information. It was good and the money they would stand to earn, well it would be bigger than anything else.

"Gimpanzee passed this down?"

"He's the one who sent the bartender, he wants us on this job and if we do it, well shit, we could secure ourselves a nice little spot at his table. Either way, this is a good deal that I'm not going to be passing up. A trucking depot, filled to the brim with either booze or guns, I'm telling you, this is money boys. Who wants in?"

Nearly all of his guys said fuck yeah, they were not going to be sitting this one out. So they all agreed, they would raid the trucking depot with gimp and his crew, holy fuck, he just hoped the rumours weren't all true.

Apparently Newt_Scamander was ruthless with a Colt Pistol. Smirking, he raised his glass to his boys, for right now, they would enjoy the night, drink and make sure that they gave the trucking depot all they had...

Little did they know, Rom would be locked up and be in a debt to the Don known by the name on the streets as Gimpanzee...