Enricho rose from the sidewalk outside of the Twelth Street Toilets, at least they left him with bloodied rags to cover his manhood. "That fucking hurt." Seeing a passer by, Enricho quickly grabbed them aside, "What day is it!?" Enricho quickly asked holding the man's shoulders for balance.

Slightly off put by this display, the blue collar man shrugged Enricho off his shoulders, "Son, why do you look so doshoveled? Looks like you've been beaten and hung to dry." Enricho finally realized the old man's face and sighed apologizing for his conduct. "It's quite alright young man. It would be Friday the sixth today." The old man saw the questioning expression on Enricho's face and before tipping his hat to walk off, "of June, good sir." Enricho stood there in shock almost forgetting about his cloths and the looks he was receiving. A horn blared at the intersecting snapping him to his senses.

My apartment.. has it been too long? The good boys in Detroit said they'd keep it for me. Enricho pondered this as he hailed a cab. Them pesky cops would surely stop him if he walked the ten blocks. "Ey! Enricho! Long time no see... Should I ask?" Enricho just shook his head silently and as they went off, the cabby finished the conversation, "To your apartment I would presume. The boys keep it fresh for you."

"Thank you, sir." Is all Enricho could manage to say as his head was still reeling.

Enricho got up to his apartment and cleaned himself up. Laying down on his nicely kept bed, he fell asleep.

Leaving the 12th Street Public Toilets without washing his hands, Elijah saw a familiar face walking down the Street. Familiar only from pictures, that is, but the face was unmistakable from those old photos laying around the HQ...

"Enricho? I guess you've been away for a bit, eh? A lot has changed. Detroit has some real leadership, finally. Detroit Simon picked up and left for Las Vegas. The swans have moved back in. Simon is in a book club. Let's see....what else has been going on? Lots of death...there's probably a lot of unrecognizable faces for you, eh? And the hitlist! Whew! All started over some accusations of purging. We haven't seen real purging since the days of ScousePole picking Spike's butt hairs out of his teeth, to the best of my knowledge. But what do I know? Not much, I suppose."

"Anyhow, it's good to see you out on the streets again. We've got to keep the tumbleweeds from taking over, am I right? I'm sure you'll be right back in the swing of things in no time. Just remember, you have friends in Las Vegas if you ever need anything. I assume you do, at least."

Enricho shot up from his bed with a pounding headache. Rubbing his forehead, he felt the lump that was left from his ungraceful fall into Detroit. "God that fucking hurts." Looking around the now darkend room, he spots a note on the night stand from LonelyWolf. There's work to do already, huh? Enricho didn't even flinch at the realization that the families already know of his return. Well no time like the present! Enricho jumped out of bed, grabbed his head and whimpered, "That was too fast for my damn brain. Best pour a glass of whiskey, that'll certainly help." He poured his glass and pondered over the note Wolf had left for him as he picked his finest suit. Thinking of where he could run off to, Enricho walked out of his apartment with the sudden realization- Shit. Who saw me outside of those damned toilets. Vaguely remembering the encounter, his feelings of the one way conversation were calming. Like an old friend welcoming him back to the streets. "No time to be stuck in my thoughts! The Great Enricho must find my good friend, Wolf! Somehow he's always around at the right time!" Finishing his exclamation, Enricho started to feel more like himself. All he had were his thoughts where he was kept. He never gave them anything. Those suits were all dried up and out of options. They knew killing Enricho would have caused a huge problem with them and the families who run the cities.

Just as he was about to hail a cab to ride to the local HQ, a car sped to a stop right in front of him. Crouching down to see who was driving, "worked on your driving skills ey, Wolf?!" LonelyWolf nodded and told him to get his ass in the car. Before Enricho could open the passenger door, Wolf hopped over the center and locked the door. With a wide smile instantly on his face, Enricho rounded the front of the car and sped off to a meeting place.

Five jobs.

Five successes.

"The Great Enricho will never lose his step!" Enricho exclaimed over the drinks they shared at the nights end.