Moose stood atop the roof of the Angel's HQ. Enjoying a cigarette, Listening to the sounds of traffic, and watching the people passing below, he collects his thoughts, numbers, dates, and collections swirl in his brain as the cold wind whips briskly against his face. The sound of the door opening jars him from his concentration. One of the guards has come to alert Moose that he's been requested in the boss' office.

Ghostof2011 waits at his desk as the knock echoes. "Come in"

The candles flicker as the heavy door changes the pressure in the room.

Moose enters and stands beside the chair opposite the phantom of the past. When gestured, he takes the seat. "You asked for me?" He had worked with Ghost for what felt like years, yet something in his gut told him this was different

Ghost's gaze lingered for a moment, remembering a time when his friend was once little more than a restless thug roaming the very streets he now oversaw. He then began.

"​​I did.." he puffs his cigar. "We need a point man on the South Side.." He reaches into one of the drawers pulling two glasses lining them in front of himself.

"There's too much city to run just myself, and I need people I can trust closeby.." from another drawer he pulls a bottle of aged bourbon, filling the glasses before sliding one across.

Moose picks up the glass, swirling it before taking a sniff, the oaky aroma filling his nostrils, the libatious liquid taking all thought away from the poor mans head as he savors just the thought of a sip. "I'll put together a list of candidates and get them to you, no problem" 

"No, you Mook. I'm talking about you" Ghost stamps out his cigar and continues, "Drunk, fat, and stupid is no way to go through life son..."

Moose almost chokes on his sip. "Hey... that gives me an idea. Thank you boss for everything, for taking me in, for schooling me up, and for the drinks that I'm going to be taking with me."

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO THE ANIMAL HOUSE IS NOW ACCEPTING RECRUITS.