Manius stepped off the boat into a crowd of what seemed like millions. In his entire life, he had never seen so many bodies crammed into such a small area. Growing up in Sicily, that was saying something. Rushed through the cramped immigration lines, covered in that burning white powder and pushed outside.

He pulled at the rolled cigarette that was pressed against his lips and inhaled a gasious toxin, exhauling he saw his friend Kurtz standing off to the side with an annoyed expression on his face. Stepping to his friend's left, Manius came and hugged the man from behind and was immediately brought to the ground with a gun shoved in his face. Raising an eyebrow he looked into his old friend's eyes and noticed how he had begun to age. It seemed like this way of life was hard on a man but at the same time his senses were adept and faster then ever. Never had he been able to best Manius before this day. To say Manius was interested in the line of work would be an understatement. Kurtz had painted a grand picture of the city when asking him to come state side and get involved.

Manius had been given clothes by Kurtz and taken for a shower. He was now was squinting in the bright sunshine outside on the curb . He lit another cigarette and followed Kurtz to the black car that was waiting a block away.

All this... said Kurtz Is the Godfather's. The entire city. Get in, I'll take you to see Marston.

Rolling down the window, Manius took in the sights of the city. It was definately booming. He could see a youngster stealing an old ladies purse across the street. A group of finely dressed mobsters having a conversation with a stressed looking business owner. From the ground up it looked as if business was looking promising.

Pulling up to a rather large gate a guard took one look at Kurtz and opened up immediately. As Manius looked around he saw wealth, power, and lots of guns. The car came to a stop and Manius stepped outside and was told to wait.

He waited patiently as Kurtz disappeared into the huge building. He wrapped another cigarette, not paying much attention to anything around him. It was so damn hot here. He heard a snicker and as he looked up he saw Kurtz standing beside a tall thin man with a wily look beyond his years. Kurtz stepped forward and motioned to Manius before speaking.

This is the kid I was telling you about.

Marston extended his hand and as they shook, one word was spoken before Marston turned and walked back to his office.

'Welcome'

Marston turned and headed back inside. Kurtz turned to Manius.

Alright kid, get your shit together and get to work. Here's the block I want you to get started with. Do well enough and we'll see about expanding it.