Thunder had studied the documents, papers and stained tenancy agreements left by one of the most infamous of his forebear`s, Gordon_Zola, for some years before mustering the courage to embark on a similar operation of his own. Having been initially put off the idea having read of the perverse goings on in the “Peach Pit”, he was convinced that the world had been sufficiently cleansed of such unsavoury characters as “Chuckle” and the sexual deviant “Marionette” and an air of sophistication, professionalism and general well being seemed to exude from all avenues of this world. His mind was made up; he would continue family business within the entertainment sector and give his all to ensure that the reputation of his new venture would soar high.

It was 8.00 pm on a warm and humid August evening. First Avenue was buzzing. Business of a legitimate or otherwise nature was taking place on every street corner. The barriers had been removed from the frontage of the Coconut and on lookers stood admiring the beautifully carved granite entrance at the foot of the seven floor building. The drapes covering the enormous plate glass windows had been tied back to reveal the brightly lit interior. A mix of sumptuous leather, golden inlay and deeply cut carpeting greeted the eyes of the many people who by now had found their way to the entrance which was flanked by six well dressed men, each at least 6` 6” tall and 300 lbs. The atmosphere was electrifying. The crowd slowly grows in numbers, as a Packard V12 special draws up into one of the four parking bays out front. As one of the rear doors open, a smartly dressed man steps out and offers a hand to his companion, a woman dressed in a cream evening gown, her hair as dark as the evening sky and with a smile that would brighten the life of any man who walked the earth. The two of them made their way to the entrance as the crowd retreats slightly, creating a clear way for the two of them. As they reach the doorway the man turns and faces the crowd.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Pink Coconut is now open, please enter at your will and enjoy the pleasures that you seek...............

With a click of his fingers the roof of the building emits a barrage of fireworks that light the heart of Detroit. The crowd is ushered in as music reverberates through the entire building.....

The man excuses himself as he approaches one of the doorman, whispering in his ear...........any trouble pinky, and I want the perpetrators strung up by the nut sack in the basement, got that?

The large man nods, and holds back the rush as Thunder enters the building......

As Mercury and Katrina were putting as much distance as they could between Jynx's location, they pass an establishment that Mercury had not seen before. She was perplexed as to exactly what it was. The name gave no clues.

The Pink Coconut

Mercury made a mental note of its location. She would check later with her associates and find out if this was a legitimate business or a front she may want to do business with in the future. Mercury was not one to let any business opportunity pass her by.

She isn't sure why she is here in the first place, all she remembers is she asked for direction for a bar as she is parched for some drinks and they all pointed here.

The Pink Coconut

She wonders why it was called as that, so she looks around looking for pink coconuts and found none much to her dissapointment.

"Maybe another time I will come back here when they have grown pink coconuts " she mutters to herself feeling dejected.