TheJeweler, had built an underground network of traffickers used for the transportation of gems and other precious stones. A valuable resource when it comes to logistical operations. Now with Las Vegas having met with tragedy, the time had come to get the ducks in a row. Vegas, a city ripe with crime and with that crime, comes the money associated with it and that couldn't stop for a second. 

The gambling power house had found itself with the leaders having been removed and the businesses in a state of dismay. That's where The Old Man and the new set of figure heads come in. Because at the end of the day, the dice have to roll, the cards have to flip and the roulette wheel has to spin. Now in Paradise, TheJeweler looks to spread the reach of The Sword and Shield Syndicate once again and with the help of Godfather Chairman luciano_lucky and the Head of Las Vegas Craven, the odds are on house.

The Old Man, Sally and a few muscle men come piling out of the private plane, parked in a hanger south of the Nevada Strip. The dry desert air saps the moisture from almost every orifice of your body. "God, how I already miss the beach." TheJeweler, pulls a hankie from his back pant pocket and wipes his brow. "Is everything set up at the temporary warehouse Sally?" The Old Man's Right hand gives a tap on the clip board and flashes a half mile long list that's been crossed out. "Everything should be golden. Car should be here in five, we should be there in half hour." A cup off espresso and a short drive, the black Cadillac turns down a gravel road and comes to a grinding halt.

TheJeweler's, fine Italian loafers grind the gravel, as he climbs from the back of the car. He slowly but surely makes his way across the parking lot and into the warehouse, the big iron door screeching as it opens and closes. Instantly he's thrust into the chaos of the large open enclosure holding the event, loud voices, laughing from men and women alike, papers being bustled about and the loud clanging of glasses, coffee and some things of the stronger variety. The Old Man slowly makes his way through the crowd towards the stage set up in the middle of the large warehouse. Doing his best to answer as many questions along the way, his old knees crack as he climbs up the high stairs to the stage, strolls over to the microphone and clears his throat before speaking .

"Quiet down now everybody, please quiet down. Firstly, I'd like to thank any of the Upper Structure that managed to make it out, as we all know everyone is quite busy and us all making it out into the middle of the damned desert can be quite difficult."           The Old Man lets out a smoke-soaked laugh and clears his throat again. "Since I've set up in Paradise, the welcome I've received has been nothing but outstanding and I couldn't of asked for a better set of individuals to work beside. It's been a dream of my families line for some time to make a home in Vegas and even though the circumstances sadden me, I look forward to the bright future ahead of us. It's been some time since The Triple S. has graced the streets but with some time and hard work, I believe we can become a name that you all come to know and enjoy. Excuse my extremely sunny disposition but I just so happen to of woken up on the bright side of the bed this morning and my espresso came out perfect.

"Moving forward, I'd just like to say, that any and all are welcome to reach out to my slice of Paradise, and we will do our best to sort out whatever it is you may need or any questions that you may have. I am truly honored to be here and hope to spend many years besides you fine folks." TheJeweler pulls off his flat cap and gives his brow a wipe with the hanky in his pocket. Even though it's mid evening by this point, the sun beating down on the large metal structure practically heats it up like an oven.

"Now on to the store fronts and other side business, I know a lot of you are on your toes wondering what's gonna happen now and the answer to that is simple, business as usual. Some of you are not on the list yet but don't worry, I'll be coming to every establishment personally to oversee the entire protection racket. Cuts will be established and tribute will be payed forward. Cash laundering fronts, have your paper work ready because we are doing a top to the bottom audit. Now don't worry, I will be coming around talking and getting to know you all and if you have any questions, feel free to speak up then. I've gone ahead and ordered a stacked snack bar and open bar, feel free to help yourselves and get to know one another.

The Old Man climbs down from the stage and is instantly swarmed by concerned business owners.