Chimera was feeling a little groggy this morning which meant coffee was a must. He ventured out from his hotel room in search of a coffee shop. He wouldn't mind drinking what the served in the lobby but thought a bit of fresh air would do him better. He found a neat little diner instead of coffee shop and happily entered the Fast Breakfast for the quick remedy. He was welcomed warmly and given a comfy booth to sit. After a quick purview of the menu, he decided on what to get. "I'll have the french toasts with coffee, black."

Sal walked in and sat at a table, he missed Shinigamik they had been friends for a long time.  Sal ordered a sausage, egg and cheese sandwich with a cup of joe.  Sal wished he could have been there to help protect his and his cousin Vic but he was across the pond working for his grandfather at the time.  

It was early morning, just a bit passed half past six in the monring to be precise. Using the brim of his hat to block the rays of sun from meeting his eyes, Middy groans at the uncomfort he feels times he fucks up and happens to look up and those ultra violet rays feel like they are burning into his brain. Thinking he is making decent time chain smoking cigarettes as he polishes off a little flask of whiskey. Because Middy had learned young, the easiest way to avoid a hang over is to just not sober up. Plus a lot of water helps off set that shitty feeling. Walking down the middle of the side walk his attention is captured when he first smells something that to him smells like what Middy assumes the top 1% of the richest people in the United States smell like. Looking up slowly as to avoid direct contact with the fucking sun light cause after a long night banging hookers, doing cocaine off said hookers, and no sleep he is basically one step from being counted as a fucking vampire. Walking up to the van, Middy looks around hoping to find someone. Anyone he needs fucking food. Finally a glimmer of hope and Middy orders himiself two sausage and cheese sandwhiches. Taking a seat on a some stairs in front of a building Middy just lays back and waits, hoping this is the best fucking sausage and cheese sandwhich he has ever had.

It was a gloomy day in Detroit, not many could be seen roaming the streets... probably because there were people still chasing one another around with those loud boom sticks that Hawk had become so afraid of.. it was how he was told he would become sweet juicy bacon, and no way was anyone getting near this rump! Speaking of rumps, this one was mighty hungry and on the corner he spotted a 'Fast Breakfast' place.

Breakfast, pig's like breakfast. Only this pig wasn't interested in the stuff on the plate, he wanted that sweet juicy stinky pile that was collecting in the back next to whoever was cooking.  He nudged his way through the front glass doors and over to the pile on the floor where he began munching away.

"Hey get the hell out of here you fucking pig, go on get!"

The cook tried shooing Hawk away but alas, he was no match for the quick dodging speed of his trotters, and easily moved to the left and right of him as the man tried cooking and pushing it away. His foot though was covered with some more juicy scraps and as he shoved it back into Hawk's face, it was met with the large teeth ripping it off and chewing on it.

"HEY THAT"S MY BOOT-"

"Your boot has some yummy scraps on it sir, thanks for showing me."

The man gasped and almost fell backwards as he tumbled from being off balance with one less boot, clearly he was more take aback by the fact the pig was talking now then in the restaurant eating.

"I don't know what you are, devil!! But you need to leave now!" 

Hawk looked up at the man and tilted his head, he didn't really understand the first part of the sentence, it was said in some foreign language to pig that well, who cares. His teeth grinded against the rubber of the boot, sending small bits of the scrap on it flying out as he spoke again.

"Geeze what's your problem, don't like pigs?"

"GET OUT!"

The man picked up what looked like a giant knife and now, Hawk knew he was in danger.. squealing, he dropped the boot and quickly turned and ran out the store as the man chased behind him, yelling obscene things as Hawk gained more momentum.. ahh freedom..

Piggytrot..Piggytrot..Piggytrot..

He exclaimed as he ran away, belly full of scrap and one satisfied pig.

Skad headed towards the city and told the driver to take them to a nice Breakfast point, nothing that is too highfy but at the sametime is low key. The driver had just the place in mind....They drove around and Skad was surprised by how clean the streets were compared to what it was roughly 2 weeks ago and all the deaths that the street bore by itself...Its funny and interesting how quick things can get cleaned up...

"We are here sir, The Fast Breakfast" he said as Skad looked out the windo. Sal and Joey got out and opened the door for Skad. Skad jogged his coat and slowly walked into the Breakfast joint. They walked straight up to the counter and ordered 3 big breakfasts to eat there.

The lady walked over with their orders after sometime...they grabbed their plates and stood near the truck and started to nom away...Meanwhile Skad was running with thoughts of how to put the Agents to sleep without much hassle and noise. He realised he had to do the job himself if he had to make sure it went without a hitch....if there was any chatter in the future, its better he answers it as he would have been the one there doing the job. 
Sal offered to throw them down in the port pier with anchors....Skad refused for that

Sal walked in smiling as he looked around and spotted a table that wasn't being used.   He walked over to the free table and took a seat with Gino and Izzy Bernstein.  These three had been friends for a long time.  Sal ordered a sausage, egg and cheese sandwich with a cup of orange juice.  Gino ordered toast and eggs with bacon and a cup of coffee.  Izzy order french toast and two boiled eggs.   Sal was excited to see Izzy once more they talked about Bishop school and how they all met.  Izzy was now running the Purple Gang in Detroit but now that liquor was now legal they had to get into other rackets like protection and hijacking loads from the airport or from the auto factories.    Sal knew that they needed something else and that's why they were having a sitdown.