Giordo just arrived in Vegas. Been gone a while, long enough for things to change. Long enough for names he knew to disappear.

He got back right after that recent war tore through the city. Bad timing maybe. Streets are still quiet in places they shouldn't be. A lot of people got wiped out. Crews fell apart. You could feel it when you walked the Strip, like everyone was watching a little closer than usual. That's Vegas though. It bleeds, then it picks itself up and keeps moving.

The Strip still felt right to him. Loud lights, money everywhere, people trying to make something of themselves. Nobody really cares about your past here. They care about what you're doing now and who you're standing next to. Giordo likes that. Likes knowing everyone's watching, likes the chance to see who's bluffing and who actually knows what the're doing.

He's always been one for a gamble too. The risk makes sense… well, to him anyway. He doesn't rush things. Never has. He waits, watches, and moves when it "feels right". Patient, sometimes reckless. but all and all, calculated.

He ended up in a back-room game not long after coming back. Nothing fancy. Just a few guys, but you could see they meant business. From memory he had won a bit that night, didn't flaunt it. Assuming that's where he first got noticed.

Flash forward to now, he's running with the DT-LV Simon Gang under DeriotSimon. Seemed like the right move. Structured crew, steady leadership. After a war like the last one, that matters.

He knows peace doesn't last long here. It never does. But he plans on being ready when it shifts again, and maybe even enjoying the ride when it does... but he's eager to see what life throws at him next on The Strip.

Giordo was working hard.

Petty hustles at first. Small scores. Just feeling the city out again. Getting used to things. Then felonies. Cleaner jobs, but higher stakes. Less room for error.

Then come jail breaks... oh lord the jail breaks! Theres something quite therapeutic about busting out some poor lost soul plus it's great for the hands-on experience.  

Every felony tested his composure.
Every jailbreak heightened his sense of risk, but it would all be worth it in the end he would say to himself. 

Twenty-five units of cocaine was his latest haul; he'd been there plenty of times but always lost his way... this time would be different.

Under the DT LV Simon banner, he was determined to stay disciplined. No flashy suits. No attention to be drawn. He knew it was open season In the Strip.