S.A was happy to see rain approach him and it felt good to him to hug her, He smiles and take a breath "It is so good to see you. you look amazing! " looks around "you know what? ive been to Detroit many times buts its just for a quick business deal and then back on the next plane back to home which is apparently this is now yours"  "yes the flight was absolutely superb. i was treated to fine drinks and a great meal im sure you had something to do with that" winks at rain.  "

S,A picks up his briefcase and chuckles "yes i got a bit more than a change of underwear in here ill show you later but in the meantime show me what it is about this city that you now love" extends arm for rain to take " just to let you know i do have some business i need to take care of but perhaps i could use your help"

Rain made her way to the Wayne County Airport, rushing pushed for time as usual for her flight to New York.  She ran into the office asked her friend Sally Hartfield, the Legendary Reliable Airlines, General Manger to please give MikhiMusso a call.   Let him know about the services of the private charters and its advantages. She handed Sally a note with all the information for him.  As she made her way to the gateway the first thing she saw was Harry her pilot rolling his eyes at her. They had just made the take off slot.

Skad finally boarded the plane to Detroit - Bricktown. It was a long wait of 22 hours of transit for him, however he kept himself occupied reading magazines and just walking around the airport and taking it all in and observing the surroundings.

He had one piece of luggage with him and wore a Black homburg hat with a slightly light black striped suit and two tone shoes. Skad was one to care for his surroundings and took care of his health and always tend to wear leather gloves. He believed in "First impression being the best  and lasting impression" and an image of a man tells more than a description given by someone else.

He had the final boarding call being announced for his DT flight and made his way towards the gates and showed his details/documents and boarded it. Skad was one to always engage in talk and see his surroundings. Networking was key for him always and never backed down from a conversation, let that be a kid on the street or a Mafia Boss sitting next to him. He had a knack for always striking conversations with the most quietest of individuals and having a good conversation. 

He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one up as he entered the flight. The flight hostess guided him towards his seat and as he sat down, he asked for a cup of coffee and the hostess was obliged and said she will return. Once she came back he was all settled in and started talking with the lady as she handed him his cup. After sometime the pilot announced the take off and he buckled in and the flight was half empty so seats next to him were also empty. 

He indulged into the magazine etc around him and later was served with some nice drinks and ordered a cold fried chicken, fruit salad and chicken composed sandwich. He was famished from his food and realised there was still few hrs before his destination arrived and he entered the US. 

After a few hrs he heard the announcement from the pilot and got up freshened up a little and took out his overcoat and got himself ready for the landing. 

As the flight was gushing through the clouds and decending downwards he had so many thoughts running through his mind and what his next step would be once he landed. However, he was never worried and took everything one step at a time and always planned for the worst. The flight landed and he made his first step onto the ground and took a moment and smelled the fresh air and took it all in. He checked out and got his baggage and took a cab towards the District.

Skad got to the airport in a nice relax speed....He wanted to enjoy the breeze as the streets were quiet given the time it was...Almost 3am, the devils time per-se....But Devil or God, he didn't fear either but had a healthy respect to both entities. Time to time, he did go for his confessions, but had been a long time since he did so. Something he had to ensure he visited towards...

The cab driver stopped the car and Skad took a moment out of his thoughts and paid the driver and walked in. Joey was waiting for him in the lounge area and walked over to him....

"Boss, Joey is the name, as you already hear"....Skad - "Yeah I heard, thats for sure and the attitude you got, I love it, but tone it down a bit infront of me, I don't need it. You are with me and you watch my back and Ill watch over your life, Simple terms ehh? Capiche"?

Joey had a smile and nodded his heard "Yes Boss, you got it". 

Joey took Skad's one suitcase and they both walked over to the boarding area and were in time for it. They got onto the flights and Skad had booked nice business class tickets for him and Joey. Joey was surely impressed to see the care his boss had for him....They both relaxed and loaded themselves upto to see Chicago....

Chicago first time that Skad was going there since he got into the states. He didn't move out from Detroit for a single day till he had his bases and operations setup to ensure he had the resources and funds to do what he wanted first. 

The pilot announced the descent into Detroit Airspace....Skad and Joey were engulfed in reading the magazines and newspapers...They were enjoying their nice little whiskey high and the food they had...

The plane touched down and Skad sees everything swoosh by him to only come to a final halt....He immediately got off the plane and got Joey to get all the belongings and walked out to the security check and made their way to the Terminal Taxi lounge....They booked a cab straight to the Manor...

Quadir came to the airport to pick up a friend.  He was alone for the first time in a long time.  He sat at the arrival terminal smoking a cigar talking with a few other people as they were waiting also.  They talked sports football and they were all hoping that Greenbay would lose to the Browns.  Quadir liked Greenbay this year they made him a few bucks.  Quadir looked at his watch then heard an announcement that the expected flight would be delayed by 45 minutes.  

Carter booked a flight towards DT and had to rush there. He had received word from the FBI that 4 of his Bodyguards were on the radar and they will soon be caught and things can get awry. 

This was a job Carter had to do himself and make sure it went quiet and smooth in the night. His flight was announced for landing shortly after he made plans and ideas and wrote them down in his notebook. 

He immediately went to the South Hangar hangar and made his way to the Car that was waiting for him and asked to be taken to the CBD district.

Al heard the flight being announced for landing. He could feel the tilting of the plane towards its descend. He waived his hand at the air hostess and requested a shot of Bourbon whisky and some water. 

The hostess came back in urgency and handed it to him and asked him if there was anything else she could do. Al nodded his head and thanked her and waited for the flight to land.

As he walked out the cold breeze hit his cheeks and he loved the feeling for it. Immediately pulled out a cigarette and enjoyed it. After sometime he came out the airport and booked a cab towards the city

Al hurried towards the airport and had a charter flight booked out. Both Vera and Mike joined along with him. Al had so many thoughts running through his mind. It was time for a proper sit down with the rest of the lads and ensure they know whats going so nothing would catch them out with a surprise. 

Al had booked a meeting spot in Chicago and asked everyone to gather there. They boarded the flight and the airhostess handed out drinks. Al sat down and started writing down some notes in his small diary and Vera/Mike were just waiting for his words to come out from his mouth but weren't sure what he had in his mind. 

They had heard of the recent inactivity of SA and the troubles LV had gone through. But they knew Al would have a plan as always and be prepared.

Lucious found himself looking down at the aircraft as it was being loaded with the luggage of the soon to board passengers.  He smirked as he realized that he was flying first class every where he went.  The long hours, the grind, the people that were with him and those that were no more.  They all added up to this point in his life.  He was wealthy, and soon ninety percent of his business will be operating legitimately and by the time he has children to pass it down to they will inherit a completely legitimate business.  

Lucious dress and spoke just like the other educated successful businessmen.  He did wear the mink coats, or use slang in public.  He was always taking his grandmothers advise.  Think think pennies get pennies, think dollars get dollars.  He wanted dollars and thats the thinking her had.  To be like John D Rockerfella.    

After leaving the casino, Al booked a cab to take him to the airport. There, he met up with his associates, Carl and Carmine, and they checked in and finished the formalities for their charter flight and headed towards the Private Charter Flight Hangar.

An airhostess led them to their private car, which took them towards the waiting plane. Al was pleased to see Peter, his pilot, waiting for him. Peter was always available for Al, and he knew he could rely on him to get him where he needed to go. Peter advised Al that there is a small delay of 30 mins, but the tower control should be giving us a go ahead as soon as the runway has cleared up.

Once they boarded the flight, Al exchanged words with the crew members and settled into his seat. He took a moment to catch up with Carmine about the details of the consignment they were transporting, making sure everything was in order and without any hiccups. Carmine mentioned that it was all on track and that the consignment reached its final destination.

“Good man”, Al said as he smiled.

As they flew through the air, the mood on the plane was celebratory. They poured drinks and raised a glass to a successful mission. Al felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his business dealings had gone smoothly and that he could trust his colleagues to get the job done right.

The flight continued without incident and the guys got lost in conversation and laughter. 

After years of dreaming and planning, Lucas finally seized his chance to make the journey to the United States. With his savings and a heart filled with determination, he boarded a plane bound for Detroit, Michigan, a city known for its industrial might and the center of the American automobile industry.

As he was on the plane, his mind was running rampant with so many thoughts. He learned a lot from his father who was a well established businessman back home. His father had instilled him a strong work ethic and to never give up on the first sign of failure. 

Meanwhile the airhostess popped over and offered him a drink. "Sure, any bourbon whisky is good". As she poured to the glass to him and handed it over, he smiled and thanked her. 

Lucas knew he had a big road ahead of him, but he had a contact he could meet once he was in Detroit. The contact was Alexia who was an old friend of his fathers back from their younger days. He was to meet them at the Detroit - HQ for the Angels. 

Immersed into his thoughts, Lucas took a nap and before he knew it, he heard the captain announce the descent into Detroit. He woke up and shook himself off the remaining sleep he had in him as the excitement of landing was kicking in for him. 

As they landed, Lucas got off the plane and took a moment and took the air in and the surroundings. He loved the smell of it and looked forward to his new future. He had his bags checked out and booked a cab to the City HQ of his crew. 

Sal needed to get back to New York for a business meeting with a new contact that wanted to purchase items that Sal had a pipeline too.  Sal wanted this deal to go through because he was the only source for this new client and the client wanted large amounts.  Sal was hoping this deal would lead to a long term contract.  Sal was at the boarding gate with a light suitcase ready to board.  He selected this airline because it belonged to an old friend and they were not in the habit of sharing information of who flow where only that they did make a stop to and from.  

Leviathan made his way towards the sign for Legendary Reliable Airlines as the hard effort of moving his body all day had started to take it's toll. He noticed the Departure door and started to make his way over. One more stride to go and there were multiple people waving to him. "Sorry you can't take a flight. There is no way we can get you on one of these planes." He was about to consume every mortal looking right at him... but he decided that he could not be bothered to bend down as he had not that long ago consumed a belly full.

With the Godfather ceremony concluded, Apache found himself contemplating the next task for the week. The news of jail busts in Detroit had reached his ears and it presented an opportunity not only to establish his name further in the streets but also to expand his influence and simultaneously secure collections from the small businesses he provided protection for.

As the night sky began to fade, Apache made his preparations to depart for Detroit. Booking a flight, he packed his belongings, ensuring he had the necessary tools and resources for the tasks that lay ahead. Stepping into the airport once again, he met up with Veera there and she advised him of Big Mike joining them there once they land. 

Boarding the plane, Apache settled into his seat along with Veera, his mind occupied with thoughts of the upcoming ventures. During the flight, he reviewed the intelligence he had gathered on the jail busts, meticulously plotting his moves in his mind. As the plane touched down in Detroit, he jogged his overcoat and put it on and got off. 

Emerging from the airport, Apache observed the cityscape of Detroit, its streets filled with the pulse of urban life. Making his way towards the central business district (CBD), he noted the mix of buildings, some displaying signs of prosperity while others bore the scars of a challenging existence. It was amidst this complex urban tapestry that his presence would soon be felt, as he navigated the streets, ready to collect dues from the small businesses under his protection and explore the opportunities that awaited him in this city of crime. 

Sal received a phone call earlier that morning it was a request that he fly back to Philly he was needed for a job.  It was time he earned his bones so to speak.  He was needed to make a collection and if the person didn't have the money he needed to go.  The nod came from way above and he was the one suggested to handle the job.  Sal called and booked his flight and was now there to pick up his tickets and board the plane.  

On the charter flight to Detroit, Apache and Mikey found a moment of respite to discuss their upcoming venture. The soft hum of the plane's engines created a cocoon of privacy, allowing them to speak freely without prying ears.

Mikey, ever the loyal and trusted confidant, leaned in as Apache shared his thoughts. "Mikey, this deal could be a game-changer for us," Apache said, his voice low and contemplative. "But it's risky. We're entering unknown territory, dealing with people we don't know."

Mikey nodded, understanding the weight of the decision they were about to make. "I hear you, boss," he replied. "It's a big step, but sometimes risks come with the territory. We've faced tougher challenges in the past."

"You're right," Apache acknowledged. "But this isn't just about us. It's about the crew, the family we've built. I won't jeopardize their safety or our reputation for a quick gain."

Mikey's eyes bore the same determination as his boss's. "Whatever you decide, I'm with you, Apache," he said firmly. "We've got each other's backs, no matter what."

A small smile tugged at Apache's lips, appreciating the loyalty and camaraderie that defined their partnership. "Thanks, Mikey," he said. "Let's gather all the information we can about Mr. Green and his associates. We need to make an informed decision."

As the conversation shifted to the practicalities of their upcoming meeting, Apache and Mikey strategized, brainstorming ways to ensure their safety during the negotiations. They knew that any misstep in this high-stakes game could be their downfall, but they were determined to tread carefully and emerge victorious.

Throughout the flight, Apache and Mikey discussed various scenarios, analyzing potential risks and countermeasures. Their bond as brothers in arms grew stronger, and they both knew that whatever the outcome, they would face it together.

By the time the charter flight touched down in Detroit, Apache and Mikey were ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. The city's streets awaited them, filled with secrets, alliances, and treacherous dealings. But with their shared resolve and unyielding loyalty to each other, they knew they had the strength to face the unknown.

It had been an interesting adventure in Detroit for sure, on the way to the airport a simple glance at an establishment name flashing his eye, if only for a mere second then disappeared. He looks forward to the seat ahead of him, knowing what he just saw, a quick glance back then at the driver before he checks his watch before letting out a sigh. The rest of the trip in silence right up to the terminal where he pays for his fair. Just himself and his case walking into the terminal building, as he enters reaching into his pocket retrieving a note which read. 

"leave case by the departure stairs in the plants..."

TM crumpling the note setting it back in his pocket first makes his way towards into check in for his flight back home to Los Angeles, calmly producing his ticket. After a while or two in the airport lounge he finds himself making his way to his departure point. Case in hand as he casually makes his way past the drop off point leaving the goods as the note instructed. 

Hope this pans out...

TM remarks to himself, the lucrative opportunity up in the air now the case had left his hand. As he takes his seat on the aircraft he takes a breathe, dwelling on the exchange, and yet happy to be returning home. His endeavors in the motor city exhausted him, and it was fair that a nice nap via plane ride, be the secondary reward to his endeavors.