NAK had a hankerin' for some learnin'.  The streets could teach a person many things, but there was a wealth of knowledge available in local libraries (or lib-er-ies as he pronounced it in broken American / Irish / Italian, a bizarre combination).   He'd never been to either homelands, brought up by immigrant Irish and Italian parents, but yearned to learn more of what ultimately was his past and, possibly, future.

Quadir was called to a meeting at of all places the Detroit Public Library.  He was meeting with Zerilli and his people.  They needed to make a one time purchase but they were approched by a man named Narcisse a gentleman from the west indies.  He wanted to move product and even offered to sale to them.  They didn't know him nor did they like him he was a man that thought highly of himself.  However he has made a friend in Joe from New York.  

Quadir told them that the quality from the man from the west was not as high as what the currently received, the price was 10 percent cheaper as his so its a matter of economics you can step on their's 8 times or you could continue with the current plan and step on it 20 times and still have a great product.  Nevertheless the choice was theirs it wasn't going to effect his business.  They told Quadir that they could affect his business. 

Quadir listened to them as they said that if they swing with him that they would also have to protect their investment.  Quadir smiled and told them you pay 10 percent more but make more than twice the amount  you could staying with the current arrangement.  Quadir asked them to think it over carefully.  

Skad finished up with the lads in the Cafe Roma and asked them to be around him, but never to be noticed by anyone else...

He paid the bill and made his way towards the Detroit Public Library. His first visit there was good and he had a good time reminscing in the thoughts of the past Detroit which was once there. He picked up his booking : Shining City of Success and went down and sat in a secluded corner...He was enjoying the time spending with words and getting to know the history and what the predecessors did wrong...It was just a never ending thing, something or other always kept his attention on the book and he liked this time he spent with himself and the books...

Quadir was back in the library hiding out there was so much shooting that this was like a written rule for no shooting.  It was filled with civilians so know mobster worth their salt would dare enter and start blasting.   Quadir was their with several men including Day-Day, Cheeta, Keith and Vic.  They were watching the front and back doors and a few remained with the cars.  Quadir was reading a book on how to tell a friend from an aquaintance.   The radio was playing in the distance and Quadir walked over toward it there was a news bulletin about all the recent shooting and how the Mayor is deploying the police and how the Govenor is sending in state troopers and army national guards to help get control of the city.   

The Detroit Public library was an important place to StandbyJudgeHarold, lots of important works in Mafia History were catalogued and stored here, like Systematic Immolation of Thought. In his early days while attending college for his Journalism degree, which he never managed to get, he spent many nights here reading the works that stood the test of time (like Systematic Immolation of Thought).

He walked in, heading straight to the Mafia Philosophy section of the library (his personal favourite). He spotted Systematic Immolation of Thought, and reflected on how many important life lessons it had thought him.

After pondering The Toaster Chapter for a minute he suddenly remembered why he had come here: to add another insightful literary work to the library's already rich offering.

He picked a bound volume out of his pocket, and placed it on the shelf

The Gangster's Handbook

TheWanderingJew's wandering travels have taken him through his grandfathers old stomping ground, the desolate shithole known as 12th street, Detroit. He'd paid a visit to the infamous 12th street public toilets. A shiver down his spine instantly as he entered - a strange feeling entered him. It was not Grin, although the stench in and around the toilet block would suggest that he was close by or had been very recently. 

He could see someone bent over the sink but was not one to ask questions. A tattoo branded on the back of this strange fellows thigh seemed to have the 3 letters, "@BBB". He was very confused. Swiftly scurrying away from the battered shithole, he left the ruins that was once a proud establishment and continues on his gander. 

He noticed a building that seemed to be very out of place considering the surroundings, a library!? He had heard rumours of this place from his grandfather who stated "I'm no fucking nerd. I never went to a library. I was too busy beating up bitches and playing ball". 

Kelly absolutely loved books. Ever since she was a little girl back in England, when her grandmother would read to her, she had been an avid bookworm. She was happy to find the public library during her travels in the Motor City and did not hesitate to stop in. 

She made her way around the shelves, browsing and perusing the titles on hand. Her personal favorites were romantic books, but she also had quite a soft spot for the classics. She found a dusty copy of Shakespeare's Macbeth and decided now was as good a time as ever to revisit one of her favorites. 

She sat down in a nook and got right to it, peering down at the pages and occasionally pushing her blonde hair from her eyes. She sat there reading for a few hours, engrossed in the book and not paying much attention to anything else. After a while her back began to ache and her leg fell asleep, telling her that it was high time she got up for a stretch.

Kelly made her way up to the counter and checked out the book, intending to finish it tonight after dinner and then return the next day to check out another.

A young man wearing a straw hat walks in with confidence in his step, walking straight up to the front desk he leans on it. Takes look to left then right then leans in a bit more.

Hi am Monkey.D.Luffy and am looking for the map.  

Taking another look round the place.

Let me tell you something. He pauses for a moment. One day I will find the one piece AND be king of the pirates! so I need to know, do you have any rooms around here where I can find the map.

The young man still leaning on desk fixes his straw hat and smiles.