Technical lits a cigarette to pass the time. He sees all the people just run about the streets clueless on what is going on around them. He thinks to himself for a while. Maybe they should send someone a nice letter to get to this place they seek.

I have never seen so many people running the streets, it warms my heart a little.

Technical continues to smoke on his cigarette.

Valmont looks over the ledge of the dark brownstone building he stands upon overlooking the street area where they were the rest of the family remains passing out the fliers. As he lights his cigarette he takes note of all the mobsters running around in circles, only a select few with the slightest incling of where they are going, everyone with green in their eyes. He liked this spot because he could see the entire city from here, really get a grasp of what was going on in the world. 

"Ah, this is just the way I like things." 

He mutters to himself as one of his assoicates enters the room from the far door and approaches him. 

Associate: Hey, its time. 

Valmont: Good. 

He flicks his cigarette of the roof and descends into the darkness followed by his associate. 

*reads over the letter, slips it and the envelope into her pocket and walks over to technical.*

sir, if you'd be kind enough to loan me a pen, I'll sign up, thank you.

Technical loans Lylithe_Procel a pen for her signing up.

I'm glad you asked I had one in my left pocket for someone that needed one.

Technical smiles to Lylithe_Procel

Joining the bustling crowd Kurtz saw what was going on and headed for the front of the group. Finding the sign up sheets he grabbed a pen and signed up for the event.

Colonel Walter E Kurtz.

Handing in his sheet he headed back out of the press of people and in the direction of the nearest drink.

Thank you, you have any idea how hard it is to get gold plated pens Back from people?

signs her name with a flourish and smiles as she hands Tech his pen back.

Thank you kind sir, I'll see you soon.

Valmont apears again on his pearch above the city looking down at those trying to solve the riddles. 

"Keep trying, no one's gotten there yet." 

He mutters to himself before turning and heading back into the night. 

Technical appears on the pearch next to Valmont. Watching all the chaos from above. He looked to Valmont.

It seems they are getting close though. Nothing a keen eye can't fix.

Follows Valmont into the night.

"Thats the truest thing I have heard in a long time my friend. I cant tell you how much people miss without a carful eye" 

Mercury is given a note by her Boss. She reads it over and nods. From her L.A. hotel room, she gets to work.

Lexi grabs a flier as she walks by and stops to look it over. This actually sounded quite fun and she was gonna give it a try. Digging through her bag, she grabs a pen and places her name on the sign up sheet.

From their tables and at the bar people in The Manhattan Restaurant applauded when a well known baseball player walked into the establishment. The Yankee Hitter, Joe Russo was on a homerun streak, which made the local fans happy and made the New York Yankees the talk of the town. It also increased action with the local bookies, which made the mafia in New York very happy.

“I wonder how many homers The Hitter will knock out of the park tomorrow.” A waiter commented to the restaurant owner and organized crime boss, Jordan. “Are you going to the game?”

“No.” Jordan answered and glanced over her shoulder into the kitchen where the restaurant chef was hard at work. “I’m flying to Detroit for business tonight.” The leader walked into the kitchen and asked, “Ready yet?”

“Five more minutes.” The chef answered. “It takes time to make the perfect pork chops for Mr. Technical, as you requested, Ma’am.”

“Make sure you put a lot of foil over the plate.” Jordan instructed. “I have to carry it on a plane.” The chef nodded and continued his work. The crime boss left the kitchen and went to the bar where the bartender was busy working. Jordan gave a small vial to him and quietly said, “Put this in The Hitter’s drink.” The vial contained a concoction Jordan purchased from Aaron_McKeever in Philadelphia. It made athletes stronger and made The Yankee Hitter, Joe Russo the most loved man in New York.

“Here are the pork chops for Mr. Technical.” The chef said as he rushed towards Jordan with a foil covered plate. “Enjoy your trip to Detroit, Boss.”

Desmond found the street blocked off for what would have seemed like a protest to the casual passerby: A large group of people shouting and distributing fliers/propaganda. Curious as to what on earth this gathering was about, he walked towards the mass and an envelope was promptly thrust into his arms.  He opened up the envelope and found an invitation to what could only be the party of the century.

Oh yes. This should be fun.

Blach notices the mass and nudged his way through like a snake
"I'd like to give it a shot!"
Bleach received envelope and begins his search.

Ladyfighter is sitting behind her desk and it seems she is doing paperwork for the family. In fact she is solving a crossword puzzle. She is addicted to those and always tries to solve them.

_Emaya_ ran into her office and quickly Ladyfighter hides the crossword puzzle under important papers.

"Hey _Emaya_, whats the rush?"

_Emaya_ wondered why Ladyfighter was hiding something under these papers, but since she had news, she just does not pay attention to it.

"Lady, there is something going on in Detroit. Word is in the streets, I think you should go there".

Ladyfighter immediately stands up and follows _Emaya_ to the streets to see what is happening. She reads the notice board and finds out there is cash to win. She approaches Valmont and takes one of his envelopes.

"Thank you Valmont".

Then Ladyfighter leaves for her office again, looks at the crossword puzzle and tells herself. "That puzzle has to wait, first this Treasure Hunt. I could do with some money to go to my favorite evening dress shop."

Ladyfighter starts reading the secret letter.

Flying back and forth between New Orleans and Detroit all night had been taking its toll on Voods. He looked visibly worn out, and had taken to chain smoking to stop himself falling asleep. Having exhausted all possibilities, he decided to return to the place where the competition had began. He stood there watching all the new people sign up, little did they realise how hard this game was to get. 

Catching a glimpes of Technical and Valmont up on the roof, Voods decides to climb up and ask them a question. 

(Nynes walks up to one of the men handing out envolopes) A treasure hunt you say! Sign me up!

Technical and Valmont hear the screeching of tires from on top the building they were at. Looking closely at where the car was going they both realised that he was going to the Mansion. Technical turns to look at Valmont and says.

It's time to go that man must have found out the final clue. Quickly let's go.

The screeching of the car's tires can be heard all over city. He makes every turn on two tires. It didn't matter if pedestrians were in the road or not. Only one thing on his mind and he wasn't going to stop for anything.

Technical and Valmont disappear through various buildings to get back to the Mansion.

The car parks just outside the Detroit Mansion. The car had a New York plate on it. A hooded man runs straight through the double doors and into the Mansion.

Valmont appears again attop his purch overlooking the land fo the contestants. He had been running around for the entire night keeping track of everyone and was really please with how the competition had gone. Now, nearly 24 hours after the start, he can see everything from new comers begining to join in, to the origional players pulling out their hair running around in cirles in the streets. 

"Perfect," He says to himself, "Just what I wanted."

He take a long drag off a cigarette then flicks it into the street.

"Only 1 man has had enough brain power to make it all the way to the final stage and claim the first treasure box," he mutters to himself. "The rest is still there my lovelies. Go and find it."

He looks down at a few mafiso grabing fliers from the new associates that had replaced them on the street corner and smiles, then disapears into the night. 

Thrilled at the idea of finding clues, Belladonna decides to leave a list of whati left to do for her associate today and concentrate on the treasure hunt.  Thinking of the great reputation of Technical's chef, she almost drools as she packs up her remaining belongings at the job site and gets ready to hop a plane.

I can finish up the paperwork for the job on my flight, she thinks to herself Really want to do this but business for the family is important.

Nodding at the offer of a drink and meal after boarding the plane, she settles in and pulls out the various forms needing to be done.