TheTripleDeuce walks along the streets of Detroit with a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, stopping every so often to watch the workers heading in and out of the factories. The sound of machinery can be heard in the distance as trucks haul supplies through the streets.

Y'know, there's something about Detroit that makes a man feel like he oughta be doing something productive.

Everywhere I look somebody is building something, fixing something, or moving something somewhere else. Back home I've seen plenty of businesses, but this place seems to run on people getting their hands dirty and making things happen.

TheTripleDeuce takes another drag from his cigar and continues down the street until he comes across an old building sitting beside a row of warehouses.

Now that's interesting.

TheTripleDeuce walks up to the building and looks through one of the dusty windows before trying the front door. After a little effort, it finally swings open.

Well, I suppose nobody's using it.

That's usually when I find the best opportunities.

TheTripleDeuce walks through the building, looking over the empty offices and dusty workrooms.

I've been thinking about expanding the Legitimate Businessmen Union into Detroit for a while now. After seeing how much business moves through this city, I figured there was no reason to keep waiting.

A place like this could make a fine meeting house for businessmen who need somewhere to sit down, talk shop, and figure out how to keep their businesses moving.

TheTripleDeuce looks over the building again and pulls out his cigar cutter.

First thing's first.

We need to make this place look like somebody actually works here.

TheTripleDeuce stands outside and looks up at the newly hung sign.

There we go.

I think she'll do just fine.

Detroit seems like the kind of city where a man's word still means something. You shake somebody's hand, agree on a deal, and then you get to work.

That's the kind of business I like.

TheTripleDeuce looks toward the factories as another truck rolls past.

Now, I suppose I should find somebody around here who knows something about automobiles.

I've got a feeling I'll need a few vehicles if I'm going to keep opening branches all over the country.

TheTripleDeuce takes a long drag from his cigar and starts walking down the street.

Besides, after watching these fellas build cars all day, I figure I can at least learn how to keep one running.

How hard could it be?