As we pulled into the driveway of SpaceCowboys headquarters the large steel gate closed behind us. My entourage included myself, my underboss TM-Scarface, and my third in command KingRy. In the second vehicle my captain JewishJake brought along both of his most trusted as well. It looked like Honey was already there as I saw Diva__ outside walking in as we pulled up slowly to a stop.

We must have all received the same news, but one thing was off... There was no sign of Gin? Something was off and that was a little unsettling.

As we exited the car I was surprised to see Sal-Lucchese and Dollface pulling in behind us. Confused by the vague message we had all gotten from the Chairman we all just assumed to follow orders and go from there. Once inside ClassyLady led us down a long hallway with old pictures of all of us as young crew members when we were younger. SpaceCowboy really knew how to embarrass all of us in the nicest way possible.

Things had been remodeled or so it seemed as it had been sometimes since I had time to come visit with the Chairman. After going down a flight of stairs we entered a large room with enough seating for a small sporting event. SpaceCowboy was at the helm waiting for us all. He was preoccupied on the phone so we all took the closest seat to him and waited for his conversation to end.

After a few minutes he hung up the room and picked up a cigarette lighting it with a book of matches, taking a long drag he scratched his head deep in thought. Blowing out the smoke he looked up to us then down at the desk picking up what looked to be a newspaper. He walked around the front of the desk and handed the paper to me.

"Take a look at what we got here, what we got here ladies and gents is what I'd like to call a Gintervention.", SpaceCowboy said taking another drag from his cigarette before putting it in the ashtray.

I took a quick look down at the paper and was shocked to read the title on the front page of the LA Times. 

It read: 

Wanted!

Gin - Organized Crime Don of Hollywood

Wanted for drug trafficking and running an illegal underground gambling enterprise.

Any information leading to the arrest of Gin please contact the US Marshall.

The Mayor Jimmy Mcmillan was set to retire in less then 48 hours and he was keen on locking up Gin by any means possible. As the paper got passed around it looked like everyone was now aware of the severity of the situation. 

"We need all hands on deck for this one. I've reached out to some of the other city heads on the east side and the report back from Godfather AdamSmasher  and Transistor they hadn't seen a trace of him. When everyone walked in I had just gotten off the phone with Godmother Corky and she hadn't seen him in the motor city at one of his known stash houses either. 

We are going to have to lean on our friends in Sin city, if he isn't here in Los Angeles there is only one other place he could be. Gambling! , Cowboy said with a smirk.

It's going to take a group effort to find him.

We must work together, pair up if you have too! He's on the run and by now he knows they are after him. The goal is to get him before the Mayor does! This guy has and endless supply of money and cocaine anything is possible."

I looked to TM-Scarface and JewishJake as SpaceCowboy had picked up the ringing phone to what sounded like Godfather Chairman Fluffy_Tummy on the other side. We knew that we had to move quick, there was a lot of ground to cover. He had the money to be hidden anywhere.

SpaceCowboy puts the phone down after speaking with Fluffy_Tummy for a few minutes about the situation at hand. The group was on a time crunch to find the drunken Don Gin before Jimmy Mcmillan did. God only knows what the mayor will do if he finally catches him.

"Alright here's the plan, I don't have time to repeat myself so... JewishJake!"

SpaceCowboy flicks his lit cigarette onto Jake's Kippah

"Pay attention! We need everyone on board here. We've only got 48 hours to find him so please no lollygagging."

After several minutes of dumbing down the plan for the group in front of him they split up into small groups searching around town in the most likely places he would be at this hour.

"CarlsLittleHelper why don't you tag along with me, I could use all the help I can get out here."

The two men arrive outside of one of Hollywood's alcoholics anonymous groups that Gin often visited or so he told folks. 

"This is the place, let's go inside and have a seat and see if we can find out any information that we can that may lead to finding him."

Walking inside the duo looks at the map of the building in the lobby area to find out where they are and where the AA meeting was taking place.

CarlsLittleHelper nudges SpaceCowboy with his elbow while pointing out a sign that was posted all over the building. The sign had a mug shot of Gin with the wording "Banned from this establishment indefinitely." 

"Well I guess he wasn't lying when Gin said he was going to AA."

CarlsLittleHelper shakes his head while cracking a grin "Think we should ask what he did to get banned?" 

"Fuck that I'm sure the list goes on and on, we got a tight schedule. Looks like we shall check out one more place before calling and checking on the gang and how their luck is going."

SpaceCowboy flags down a taxi and heads downtown to the sleeziest of all the prostitution rings in Los Angeles. Upon arriving to their destination Carl tips the driver and the two exit the vehicle and began examining the building.

"Holy shit you'd think this disgusting ass, run down, covered in mold building would be a good sign of what you're getting yourself into walking in there."

SpaceCowboy pulls out a pair of gloves and masks for the two to put on before entering.

"Damn boss your probably using more protection than Gin did before giving them ladies a good ole 7 seconds of their life."

The Godfather Chairman cringes, laughing at the truth in that statement before kicking the door open. The pair begin making their way through the whore house. 

"Gin are you in here? Put your pants on and come on out here bud. We just wanna talk!"

It didn't take long before a group of pissed off ladies came out into the living room, each gal had 1 or two babies in their hand. Each baby striking a resemblance of Gin. One of the ladies reaches for her shoe, raising it at SpaceCowboy as a weapon.

"Gin!? Fuck that motherfucker! He hasn't came around here in a long time if you catch my drift. If you happen to see his dodgy ass before I do let him know he still owes us child support for his 20 kids."

SpaceCowboy and CarlsLittleHelper raise their hands in the air defensively while backing the fuck up out of here before they ended up owing child support as well.  

The group was at a loss finding Gin, they decide to walk over towards the nearest pay phone and call their friends around town to see how their luck was going.

    After waking up from a drunken stupor after a long night on the town doing work Char_Aznable woke to a note in his room from the man himself, SpaceCowboy. It was instructions to a meeting down stairs that was set to start in mere minutes so in record time Char slapped himself together straightening out his suit a bit before running down to the office to pour a cup of coffee which he sipped empty in 2 minutes. His mouth on fire from the black coffee Char ran into the meeting and took his seat just in time as everyone else filed in moments later. It didn't take long for SpaceCowboy to inform them all of the situation with Gin and the need for haste in this matter. 

    It was suggested everyone get into pairs and look for Gin but Char did his best work alone... especially if he planned on having a drink or several. Making his way out of the headquarters he took out his flask having a good pull from the whiskey inside. He looked around the street and tried to think if he was a raging alcoholic with a penchant for gambling and cocaine where would he be? He took another drink from his flask before capping it off then Char lit up a smoke and thought it might be worth checking out the local casino to see if they had any idea where Gin could be holed up. 

    It didn't take long for Char to make it into the casino and once he got inside he went right to the bar. Taking a seat near the end of the bar he waited for the bartender to make his way over. "Maybe you could help me get a line on where the highest ranked Gin in town is if you catch my meaning?" Char said as he slid five hundred dollars across the bar. The bartender scooped up the cash under his rag as he wiped the bar down he nodded then said "You'll find what you're looking for over at the private lounge in Pasadena guy like you outta know the place." with that he left. Char got up from his seat and went out to the lobby to find a payphone. He rang the headquarters and told them to make note Gin wasn't at the casino but that he had a lead and with that he hung up and hurried across town to the private lounge. 

    Char felt tense as he made his way into the private lounge since they were running out of time to find their friend. He made his way through the building keeping his eyes peeled for Gin before landing at the bar. Char walked right up to the bartender and leaned in to speak in a hushed tone "I'm looking for the top Gin in town if you know what I mean and I was told I could find it hiding here savvy?" ​he said before sliding one thousand dollars across the bar to the man. The bartender looked at the cash thumbing through it counting before looking back at Char with a large grin before speaking"Yes sir you've been given the proper information. Go take a seat in the lounge and we'll get Gin for you.". He nodded at the barman and grinned before walking over to take his seat in the lounge.

    Char couldn't believe his luck it had only taken a little over an hour and he was going to have found the man himself on his own. Sitting with a smile on his face a man in a fine suit made his way over Char with a bottle in his hand. "As you requested sir the top Gin in town you won't find better in all of Los Angeles perhaps even all of the country!" having said his piece he placed a glass and a bottle of Gin's private brand gin produced exclusively in pasadena. The smile slowly fell from Char's face as he remembered that bum charged a grand per bottle. He stared at the bottle and glass for a moment before the waiter started to walk away but before he could get away Char asked the man to bring him a phone. The waiter obliged him and came back with a phone momentarily and while he Char shook his head in awe of his over priced purchase. Picking up the phone Char dialed the headquarters back in downtown and said "Sorry boys I got some bad information but I'm gonna be a little tied up for awhile hopefully someone else has better luck." Defeated he hung up the phone and shooed the waiter away. A sigh escaped his mouth before he shrugged and said to himself "Well Gin wouldn't want me to waste such a fine bottle so better do right by him and finish this!" and with a smile on his face he opened the bottle and poured himself a perfectly chilled glass of gin and took a long drink.

TM stands amongst his superiors colleagues yes and close friends. Greeting and shaking Godfather Chairman SpaceCowboys hand firmly. Promptly saying his hellos to the rest of the entourage with smiles and handshakes. Others in the families beginning to arrive answering the call for the search. He humbly waits with Giraffe JewishJake, and their respective hands. JohnnyPops arriving at his order. He hands out cigars as they lay in wait.

Enjoy finest Cubans fellas,

As he puffs away in wait he hears the order to find the man of the hour Gin. Few places in mind already he merely nods. Puffing at his cigar he pries it from his lips and exhales. Looking at the godfather chairman standing by the godfather of Pasadena. He remarks quite confidentially.

He’s probably been out partying. Cokes running out and he’s probably just waking up… I’ll take Johnny to check the whore house….

He looks over seeing JohnnyPops nod and extinguish his own cigarette.Leaving what remains of cigar burning in the ashtray he readies himself to depart in the search, commenting just before he leaves with Johnny to the others.

I’m sure you both have another location to hit up we got to find him… fuck the mayor… I’d like the honour of his head myself… if you all approve…. Johnny.. let’s go.

TM looks at His superiors once more, booming smile of pride on his face. He nods at Johnny and the both of them depart from the area, one of the few times the hunt was to look after the target not harm them. He was invested in Gin’s safety, as the whole city was. Finding him would be an event in its own. With many parts at pieces and people at play.

It wasn’t too too long for the gentlemen to make their way to the cathouse, the location as always was booming, many many customers lined up to grease the wheel as it were. But they weren't there for loving. But they had hooped that the missing man was. Making their way to the entrance they are stopped by the guard.

“Can’t you see there’s a wait… even for important people as yourselves…”

Look buddy I’m not here to get the pecker played with I’m looking for a good friend of mine… let us take a quick peek inside sss if he’s there then we will be out of your hair alright?…

“And If I don’t?”

Johnny….

TM watches as JohnnyPops strikes the guard multiple times in the face before tossing him over the stoop. A proud look in his eyes as he gives Johnny kudos for a job well done. Both making their way inside the establishment, TM immediately seeking out the madam in charge.

“TM it’s been a long time… what brings you here the usual?”

No not this time, in any case you’ll probably need a new guard…. Just really dosnt stand up to the enforcer here… I’m looking for Gin, I was hoping he’d be here seeking entertainment.

“I’m sorry honey but Gin hasn’t been round here in a long long time…I thought he might have gone celibate but if he shows up I’ll give you boys a ring alright?”

Celibate yeah right? This is Gin we’re talking about here. Anyways Thanks I appreciate it….. well that was a bust…

TM remarks to Johnny as they make their way to the exit. Down the steps of the stoop the incapacitated guard still not moving. As they get into the vehicle, he sighs heading back to the headquarters hoping someone else had better luck in finding Gin than they had, that wasn’t the lawmen either..

Bruce_Lee sat stoically, he knew Jimmy McMillan well. If Gin was on his watch list, they'd have to work fast to locate him. Exchanging brief pleasantries with the rest of the Los Angeles city heads, Bruce_Lee excused himself from the discussion and headed outside. He met with JewishJake and UncleSam where they traded confused looks. A few words of encouragement between the men, they broke into separate directions to cover more ground.

Hailing a taxi, Bruce_Lee climbed into the backseat. One place burned into his mind that he felt was his only lead in this race against time. Instructing the driver to head south, they embarked on a drive deep into Pasadena. Center plaza, a location known for tourism in the golden state. Bruce_Lee motioned for the driver to come to a stop, the sky becoming dark as cloud coverage moved in. They stopped just a block away from the destination in question. On the surface, it looked to be a Chinese restaurant "Yang Chow" read the sign, known specifically for their "Baijiu" or Chinese liquor. Bruce_Lee recalled seeing Gin stumble out of this establishment on numerous occasions. Bruce_Lee wasn't here to sample what was on the surface, but just underneath. 

Sharply turning, he walked with purpose around the side of the building where a large man was guarding a staircase that lead up into the second floor of the establishment. The guard grinned wickedly when he saw Bruce_Lee motioning for him to climb the staircase, offering an ominous warning.

"We've been expecting you Mr. Lee.."

Bruce_Lee entered the building, the hustle and bustle from the eatery was replaced with the sounds of poker chips, dice rolling, laughter and glasses clanging. He found himself in one of the many gambling operations throughout Los Angeles. He approached the pit manager, wasting no time he spoke. His tone was assertive and urgent.

"Lookin' for Gin. His family is worried sick, it's been a few days since he's checked in." 

The pit manager looked elated at the mention of "Gin" he gave a smile, looking up and down at Bruce_Lee almost as if he was sizing him up.

"You've come to the right place, Mr. Lee. Gin is playing in one of our high roller rooms."

The man beckoned Bruce_Lee to follow him as they moved across the makeshift casino floor and opened a door to a dark room. "Right in here, Mr. Lee." the man said, as Bruce_Lee disappeared into the darkness. "Gin..?" he cautiously called out into the darkness, before a flash illuminated the room. The room was empty, barring a table in the middle with an assortment of bottles and gambling instruments. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, hearing a voice behind him. 

"Only the drunk may train in this establishment."

Whipping around he saw the pit manager blocking the door, surrounded by four menacing thugs. He growled as the men started to approach Bruce_Lee.

"Your buddy nearly bankrupt this place! Wanna walk in here and start askin' questions..? 

Tension was palpable in the room, the silence was deafening. The men exchanged glances, waiting for someone to make a move. Bruce_Lee struck a pose, reaching into his suit to reveal a set of Nunchaku. A spinning defense weapon often carried by Triads in Hong Kong. The thugs charged Bruce_Lee and in a flash of steel he had beaten them back, keeping his distance as not to be surrounded. When he saw his moment, he launched a powerful kick to plant the pit manager firmly against the door. Another swift kick would cause the door to fly open, the man landing hard on the opposite side.

Not wanting to push his luck any further, Bruce_Lee scurried out of the operation. Wearing some of the combat on his face, he wiped blood from his lip, looking distraught as he rounded the corner. With his lead a dead end, he put distance between himself and "Yang Chow". He would track down the nearest phone booth, alerting the greater search effort of his apparent failure to locate Don Gin.

Diva had her platter of toast in hand until the dreadful news as the future GF sugar daddy was missing as she and Honey glanced at eachother they knew he must be found. After talking and drinking a bottle of wine as they think about where he could be hiding which could be anywhere in LA to both of their knowledge as well..

"Well if he was in the basement he certainly wouldn't be locked in there " Diva laughed as she and Honey head to his Hq to see he was home but sadly no has seen him and than panic sets in as they drive around the city that's when Honey said she spotted a figure that looked the sugar daddy. As Diva looked in the alley" good thing I'm a vampire" she smiled I'm sure we can find him in no time" she laughed " he has a very unique scent mostly alcohol though but there's a bunch of drunken hobos around so it's gonna be tricky to find him as well" as she sighed.

"Wait Solomon and Amshel can set some traps to lure him out" she burst out " he can't resist alcohol or toast at all" as she puts her finger on her chin trying to figure out on how they will capture Gin " this mayor must feel really threatened right now by Gin" she looked over at Honey" word on the street is that the mayor is doing everything in his power to stop Gin as well" As Diva looked over at the cars behind them driven by their guards.. 

"We need to hurry up and find him asap" Diva voice sounding more worried for Gin" if we don't who's gonna pay for the loaves of bread and our shopping spree" she cried a bit .

"I'll put you on the news!" yelled Mayor Jimmy McMillan at his press conference. Not even the US Marshalls service could pick up the cocaine trail from Gin. He was gone and doing everything he could think of to keep us off his trail also. Reports were coming in from all over that he was sighted, but by the time anyone could get close he was already out and off in another direction. 

We were all scattered through the districts, some of us sticking together and others taking off on their own. At this point I had JewishJake and KingRy with me. We checked his bank and the vault in Hollywood, nothing. They said he had been there an hour ago and said he was leaving town didn't expect to be back anytime soon. Said something about how he had been blocked from gambling locally by the authorities and he was going to have to make up for the losses by going all in. 

After a long trip we made it down to the pier where he had a warehouse. It was his personal manufacturing site. Once we questioned some of his employees they said he took a lot more cocaine then he usually would for a normal days use. The lady I talked to explained to me about how he came in and told everyone how much money he was making with his loaded dice and threw a bunch of money into the air. Before you knew it he was opening up kilos of pure Colombian cocaine and throwing them at the workers. Grabbing handfuls and putting as much as he could into his pockets before taking off.

He was driving an all black sedan and he didn't look to be with anyone either. His outfit was rather peculiar as he was usually in a suit and tie but now he looked more like a common civilian letting his facial hair grow to fit in. That was all the information we had leaving the warehouse, but just then the black sedan we were told about was in the distance driving towards us down the highway at a fast pace. Just behind him was a line of cop cars with lights flashing red and blue. 

We hopped into our car trailing behind the cops following Gin but there was no catching up to them. He was throwing more kilos from the front seat and they were smashing into the windshields of the cop cars causing them to open up and block the vision of the cops driving. Once after another the cops either pulled over and stopped or wrecked not being able to see. I pushed the gas but there was no catching up to him, we were low on fuel and it looked like he was crossing over the state line and into Las Vegas. 

The three of us stopped and got out of the car all flipping him off as his continued his escape from Mayor Mcmillan. One way or another he was going to have to come and face the man one on one if things were going to be settled. There was only one way to end this and it was to take over Hollywood. 

We got back in the car and headed back towards town stopping at a payphone alone the way. I got a hold of TM-Scarface, he told me he had JohnnyPops with him. I called them both off the trail and told them to head back. Now that he was heading towards sin city we could only hope of friends a few hours away would have some better luck

Sal got a call from the godfather chairman.  He  wasn't sure if he heard him collectly as jotted down the information.  Sal spotted Dollaface and Lucky an asked them to ride with him to the SpaceCowboys office.    Sal drove and ended up pulling into the parking lot behind Godfather Giraffe and as they got out of their cars about the same time Sal raised his hands and shoulders up to indicate what the fuck was going on.  

Giraffe know that Sal was confused by the vague message just like he was, yet the were called by the Chairman and in the life when you're called you go.  Once inside Sal saw the beautiful woman that they called ClassyLady, she led them down a long hallway Giraffe was pointing out all the old pictures of them as young crew members.  Sal looked and saw himself and smiled and pointed at Dollface and Lucky as they looked like teenagers.  Giraffe then told Sal that SpaceCowboy really knew how to embarrass all of us in the nicest way possible.

Then Sal spotted Gin who was dressed to impress and walked over and Gin smiled saying I think this is it.  Sal smiled and shook Gin's hand and wished him Lucky and told him he was proud of him and honored to be his right hand.  Then he told Gin its his moment to stand tall shake hands and collect the fruits from all his hard labor.  Gin nodded and walked into the room where SpaceCowboy and Giraffe were.  

Sal spotted Honey and Diva he had spoken with them earlier as they had something going on and seemed to be in a rush.  Sal smiled and nodded at them.  Honey and Diva were two hot looking ladies that were dangerious to mess with.  Dollaface and Lucky were already seated  so Sal walked in and took his seat.  

The brief meeting concluded, and everyone knew the task at hand. Finding Gin should be easy, she thought. Aqua made her way to her waiting car, and as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick, she told the driver the next stop. Back to Sin City to scour casinos in person and send out a few feelers. She assumed LA had the whore houses and back room dice halls covered in their area.

The Strip had many establishments that ranged from the finest of luxury to the seediest of joints where only the hardest of desperodoes liked to play. Surely Gin had not sunk to that level of depravity. Or had he?

Aqua was waiting on word from Godfather Chair Fluffy_Tummy who of course was in touch with Godfather Chair SpaceCowboy. With the two largest empires on the west coast searching for Gin, he was soon to be brought to reason at any time, provided he was sober. This variable turned the odds against their favor. 

News spread that the LA mayor was out talking nonsense and making threats and this didn't sit right with anyone so the pressure was on. 

One of the more prestigious establishments owned by The Stargazers organization told a tale of someone fitting Gin's description bragging that he had beaten the house and was taking his winnings with him to be secured. Aqua inquired upon this and found it to be a half truth, a sleazy investor was holding the money and going to flip it even more profit so that Gin could once again return to his drinking and gambling on those loose dividends. Aqua instructed the casino manager to not bar Gin should he come back and give him access to the top shelf booze, cocaine and escorts, on the house. That should have him sit tight until SpaceCowboy, Giraffe and the rest of LA could come and collect him. 

If he returned before the mayor could find him first, That is. Maybe FLuffy_Tummy with his extraordinary feline senses and reflexs could catch him soon. Aqua patted her fresh scars. She knew the Godfather of Sin City would restrain from any need for claws. 

Fluff had been getting a lot of reports of outcry in the city of Angels, his dear friend Gin had gone missing. Seeing how such reports came by the dozen monthly, he didn’t give it too much attention initially. That man was made of stern stuff and sleeping a night in the rough built character where he needed some anyway! From a young age this man had everything handed to him by his foster parents Giraffe and Cowboy, treating him as the prodigy child had spoiled the man and he always had the easy life with women, gambling and people keeping him out of trouble when he got pissed again on his own supply.

Yet Fluff had often hung out with the man, in big time casinos where both were often high rollers, but Gin’s temper had gotten the best of him at times, grabbing dealers by the scruff and accuse them of cheating especially on the high roles! More often than not, it meant both of them getting kicked out and would not be allowed in to the more glamorous establishments. This however was changed when Fluff took reigns of Sin City and all the casino owners were indebted to him one way or another for protection or political windfalls on the one hand, and celebrity customers on the other. This meant Gin also got a free rein on the Strip which grew their friendship deeper.

Seeing beyond the bolster and outward shell of the man, Fluff realized the man had a lot of character in him that he would not show to the public. The idea of him always just relying on others was proven false, as Fluff witness one night where others were busy and a direct assault had happened on his life and Gin was one of the first to head his summons, including dispatching some dangerous enemies in that war.

Spending more time with Gin, he also learned about his likes and dislikes, obviously his favorite choice of beverage was public knowledge, but some of his more deeper and darker desires were not known to many, let alone any. Gin often gambled, that was known too, but one of his hobbies people didn’t know about, was his desire to be zen. He’d practice a bit of yoga to calm his rampaging brain and curb his desire for the vices in his life to get in touch more with his inner self. These sessions were always held in secret in one of the underground studios owned by Fluff, he himself used it for his posing skills, since the entire room was covered in mirrors. Fluff knew that perfecting his stance, his fur arrangement and angling of the tail was paramount to making sure he came across as majestic as he wanted. But that musing was better left till Gin was found.

Now Fluff had finished up reading all the reports, of people going to the likeliest of places where his friend often frequented, but he knew if Gin didn’t want to be found, people wouldn’t. At least the people who he didn’t show his most kept secret to. Fluff officially didn’t know either, but one night when Gin had acted more dodgy than usual about having an appointment somewhere in private, the feline had stalked him to a back alley of the strip. The street was known to service ’services of a delicate nature’, mostly whorehouses, but some establishments really would cater things less vulgar than that. He had seen Gin enter one, where the sign had called out ’Roleplaying Fantasies’. Fluff had decided to leave his friend alone that night, but the morning after one of his Dons had been sent to the place with orders to investigate and ensure in exchange for money and protection Fluff would hear about everything going on in that studio basement. The madame of the place initially was hesitant, but when offered the chance to open a second venue nearby, she was more than willing to work for the FluffFather.

Fluff sighed, knowing where he would find his friend and decided to walk, the place was only a mile from Fluff’s HQ on the strip and he didn’t want anyone on his tail, not knowing exactly what he’d find at the scene. As he entered the establishment, for the 1st time in person, he nodded at the madame who also fainted being unsure why her protector was there in person. She stumbled over her words of welcoming him and asking him if he was looking for anything. Fluff shook his head and just gestured with the tip of his tail to be allowed entry to the private room. From which cries of joy or anguish, he was unsure, came, which he had identified as his friend Gin’s. As the door swung open, he smirked, his friend was wearing a cleaning maid’s custome, being tied to the bed on wrist and ankles with his bare butt sticking out. Dressing in a flamboyant Latina style, a mistress was slapping his butt with a cleaning cloth and was asking him who’s been a gordito pendecho? Gin didn’t notice the door and cried out, I have been, ooh mistress I have been, i’ve lost 50% of my godfather chairman’s racket funds on dice earlier today, i’ve been a very, very bad boy. Fluff smirked, and left the room without Gin knowing. He asked the madame to wrap things up in the next 15 minutes and to expect a whole contingent of out of town gangsters coming to pick up the man. He looked around for a pay phone and made a quick call, curtly gave the address and went to the nearby rooftop terrace he frequently napped on and laid down to wait for the others to rush and retrieve Gin, so he could challenge the old godfather back in Hollywood. He knew his friend would succeed, having his batteries recharged the way he did it best.

Sat in his office, the paperwork had been piling up. New recruits, drug deals, paying off the FBN, money collections, it seemed never ending. On top of all that, even though they had left Stargazers HQ quite a while ago, he was still finding cat snacks and traces of that damned catnip between his documentation.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Edward, their butler, handed him a message. It was marked "URGENT" and upon opening it, the first thing he noticed was the paw signature of their Godfather Chairman.

Tyki,

We urgently require the presence of yourself, Yolo and Amira, plus whatever members of The Firm are available. Don Gin has gone MISSING! Last spotted in one of the Vegas Casinos.

Get your asses on the hunt to find him before the Mayor of LA is successful in his mission to have Gin arrested. He has a very important 'meeting' with the old Godfather in Hollywood that cannot be delayed.

"Does this day just not finish throwing these fucking surprises at me?" he thought to himself.

Grabbing his top hat and long black blazer, he made his way out to one of their awaiting vehicles, gathering the troops to accompany him.

Operation: 'Find Gin', was now in full effect.