It was quite by accident that Sofia stumbled upon a problem; a very big problem. While conducting what Sammy liked to call "social business" at a fundraiser on Long Island, Sofia found herself chatting with a handsome fellow names Brian Granberry. He was from Philidelphia and was attending the function with a philanthropist friend. Sofia, of course, was attending the function as the president of Viacelli Wines International, and had made a most generous donation to the cause of more than a million dollars. A large portion of it was Sammy's money, so it would be all nice and clean when the foundation cashed the check. While talking to Mr. Granberry, Sofia had realized that he was an FBN agent working on an assignment. Suddenly, Sofia had become a bit more charming, and began to buy him a few more drinks. While seated together at the dinner table, the now-very-open Officer Granberry revealed that he was working on a "huge case" that would "make him a legend" in the FBN. Sofia nodded and listened very intently, drinking in every word from the drunken mans lips. She smiled and chuckled when he told stupid jokes, but was making a mental notebook of the information he was bleeding. It turned out that officer Granberry was head of a team that was trying to infiltrate and break up a drug smuggling ring running from New York to Detroit-- and the team suspected that it was mob related. More details made it very clear to Sofia that the team was getting close to discovering who was behind it- information that Sofia already knew. When Officer Granberry finally was escorted out by his friend, Sofia wen to a pay telephone outside and called Sammy, then hailed a cab bound for the airport.

A little more than three hours later- nearly 2 a.m., Sofia's cab pulled up at the home of her long-time friend Daemon, Right Hand for a prominent family in Detroit. This family also happened to be one end of the Detroit-New York heroine line. Sofia had called from the airport to let Daemon know she was coming, and she arrived right on time, still in her evening gown from the fundraiser. Holding her heels in her hand, she made her way up the front steps and greeted a guard that opened the door for her.

Tell him I'm here- I'll wait in the living room.

As the guard nodded and headed up the stairs, Sofia made her way to the living room, tossed her shoes on the carpet beside the couch, and perched on the arm of the couch, smoothing her dress over her knees

Daemon was quite upset after the sudden call from Sofia. He hadn't seen her in a long while and he hadn't expected to meet her again like this. He had cancelled all programs for the next day, as Sofia had mentioned it was something serious. He doubted that it was one of her tricks to prank him, but then again, she sounded so serious. On the phone, she had also mentioned that it was concerning Detroit. He was pacing back and forth in his office, smoking a cigar, when one of the guards came in.

Sir, your guest has arrived. She's in the living room.

Daemon dropped his cigar in the ash tray.

Thank you, Edward. You can go now.

He bolted down the stairs and into the living room. Sofia was sitting there, looking very tired, and with a worried expression on her face. At once he knew that it wasn't a joke. He had known her for quite a while, and he had never seen her as worried. Her face lit up as she saw him. She rose and he hugged her.

So... You totally forgot about me, huh?

She smiled, but one could tell something was really bothering her.

Ok, what is it, Sof? You said it was concerning Detroit. Did Sammy send you?

She gave her dear friend a squeeze and chuckled a little.

You could say that- only its a bit more accurate that I called him and told him I was leaving as my cab went screaming toward the airport. I gave him the jist and will fill in the holes tomorrow. We've got a problem.

Sofia sat on the couch with Daemon and began to recount the story of meeting Officer Granberry at the fundraiser. Every detail of information she drew from him she retold to Daemon. Her posture became more and more nervous as she went on with the story.

From what he said, the team is only about five guys, but that is enough to make trouble for us. I don't have to tell you that the heroine trade is one of the biggest cash cows between our cities, and anything screwing that up would put a dent in business in both cities- not to mention pissing off our overseas intrests.

She reached back and pulled a silver comb from her hair, which brought the neatly swept twist of black hair cascading down over her shoulders. She rubbed her temples gently and sighed.

This isn't something we can just spring the boys on- could cause too much attention, you know?

Daemon listens intently to Sofia's story, absorbing every bit of detail. He processes the information in his mind, his eyes closed. This indeed was a big problem. It poses a threat to both the cities and the business. He looks at her. She looked completely exhausted and worn out.

Hey, its late and you look really tired. Why dont you tidy up and get some rest? We'll talk about this in the morning. We should try to slove this before this becomes a huge mess. I do not want Bearpocalypse worrying about this, he has too much on his hands already. If this screws up, it will tear my family apart, as it is the main source of income of the family. Something needs to be done. You go take rest. I'll make some phone calls and make some arrangements for tomorrow. Don't worry about it, we'll come up with something.

He looked at his watch. It was past 3 a.m.

Edward!

The guard came running.

Take her to the guest bedroom and get her whatever she wants.

He turned towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Everything is going to be alright. Now take rest. I'll see you in the morning.

With that, he climbs upstairs and disappears into his office.

With a grateful nod, Sofia follows the gentlemen up the stairs. After they show her to the guest room and leave, Sofia steps back out into the hallway and picks up the telephone. She rings Sammy back in New York to give him an update and finish explaining the details that she'd hurried through before. Once he was properly appraised of the situation, Sofia retired to the guest room. In the morning she would send out for some clothes and a few sundry items. Before long, she was asleep.

By ten the next morning, Sofia had her clothes and was, as always, impeccably dressed. She had joined Daemon in his office and they were having a light breakfast while they discussed the issue at hand.

Have your guys learned anything? I spoke to Sammy last night, and he's got our guys checking around. Its going to take a lot of lining pockets, but it shouldn't be too hard to find out exactly who we're dealing with. Its the rest of it I'm worried about. What do we do with them once we find them. You and I both know that slaughtering federal agents isn't good for business.

She sipped her coffee and sat back in her chair.

Daemon looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't had any sleep at all. He stared back at Sofia. He smiled.

You still haven't lost the charm, have you? You look fab.

He chucked, sipping his coffee, watching her blush.

Getting back to business... Like I said, I made some phone calls, and got some good friends in on this. They are willing to help as much as they can. I think the best plan would be to scout out as much information as we can, about his squad of FBN bastards. We need to line some pockets and I think I know an officer, who is indebted to our family. Hope nothing screws up.

It was late that Tuesday night when Daemon had called him telling him what happend. Vince knew he had to get to work straight away. He got out of bed, threw on his slippers and ran straight down the basement to get things ready.

There was a clutter and a clap; a beep and bop; a shuffle and shift and booms and bangs and he a emerged from the basement in a long yellow raincoat and he looked rather bumpy in parts and all you noticed was his long black hair and hat that was yellow with blue pokadots because it matched his raincoat.

Vince lifted the phone in his house and started to dial...

Hello Marty is that you? I need one of your guys to come pick me up and bring me to Daemons it's in Detroit, you know Detroit, no Detroit is not in Chicago, Detroit is in Detroit...Have someone come pick me up straight away. Oh yeah! Send someone that I don't have to listen to all the way there this time. That last guy was two words away, and I mean this, from reaching for the wrong end of my screwdriver.

3 hours later...

The taxi pulled up at Daemon' house. Vince had been here several years ago and he knew just where to go, so he invited himself into the house and walked straight towards Daemons office and casually walked in...

Alright Daemon I'm here...

With a quick exchange of hugs and smiles Vince slowly peeled away the buttons on his coat and start to place bombs that he has strapped to himself on a table at the back of the office.

So thats the hard part over, now what exactly are we going to blow up?

Danny_Greene had no idea that his trip to Detroit would change so quickly.  He had been there barely an hour when the message came from Godfather Garcini.  It was rather vague, but by the tone of it he knew that it was to be taken seriously. 

A few words jumped out at Danny right away.  Sofia_Viacelli.....Granberry.......New York........Detroit.......drugs.  He had connections to all of them.  Danny immediately dropped what he was doing and headed over to meet Sofia at a prominant Detroit mobsters place.  He had never met Daemon, but any friend of Sofia's was a friend of his.  He nervously approached Daemon's office and went thru the standard pat down by his thugs outside his office.  They were cordial, so Sammy or Sofia must have told them that he was coming.  As he walked in the room he was a bit started by what he saw.

He greeted Sofia with a hug and light kiss on the cheek.  Stunning, as always Sofia.  Sorry this meeting couldn't be over a glass of wine at a nice Detroit establishment.  But I got here as quickly as I could.  He then turned to Daemon, who looked a little weary and haggard.  He shook the man's hand and in a serious voice introduced himself.  Pleased to meet you.  I'm Danny_Greene and a friend of Sofia's.  Quite a situation that she has uncovered, huh?  Danny then noticed someone in the back of the room that had enough fire power to light up half of Detroit.  Should I be worried about him? 

Whoa! Slow down there, man. The last thing we'd want to do is get the FBN send in more agents on this case. The explosives will be helpful in case we need a distraction.

He lit a cigar, and inhaled deeply.

Vince, I'd like you to meet Ms. Sofia Viacelli. You might have heard of her as the president of the Viacelli Wines International. She's a part of Godfather Sammy's inner circle and she is a very good friend of mine. She was the one who warned me of this situation. She will bring you to speed on what exactly the problem is.

Sofia laughed and returned Danny's greeting. She was glad to see another family member there; and Sammy was smart to send Danny.

Gentlemen, Danny Greene- one of our finest members and a dear friend of mine. Sammy thought Danny could offer us some extra support. Danny, this is Vince- he's our weapons...um...expert.

Her grin and the way she winked at Danny told him that she wasn't sure about the guy's sanity either, but as long as he knew what he was doing with those bombs he was juggling, she could care less. Quickly, Sofia brought everyone up to speed on the situation.

It seems we have a good team in place, which is important, but we need intel. I know Sammy had some guys on this, and I know Daemon has been working it from this end as well. What we need to find out is how many, if any yet, of these agents have infiltrated the pipeline. We need to thouroughly vet any new guys- anyone that's just been part of the runs for a few months. Danny, have you gotten any info from our side, yet?

It was rare that Sofia smoked, but the occasion more than called for it. She took a cigarette and a slim, black cigarette holder from her purse and started looking for a lighter.

Danny rolled his eyes as Sofia pulled a cigarette out of her purse.  He snatched it from her mouth, put it in his mouth and lit it.  Those things will kill you.  A pretty lady like you doesn't need anything like that to accessorize.  He then turned to the other men in the room.  Glad to meet you both.  I don't have a lot of info, but I bumped into a guy while waiting on a cab to come over here.  Actually, he bumped into me.  He handed me a piece of paper with 2 names on it and said that Sammy wanted me to look into them.  Names were CristyKirby and Kettner......do they ring a bell to you guys?

After fixing all the explosives to the back table Vince, made sure to check over them several times to make sure they wouldn't randomly go off at any time.

He heard everyone else in the room talking to him but he waited for a moment before he could answer as he was just about to finish.

Hello, Hello and Hello to you too. Now. Daemon. We have any kind of distraction that you may need right here. I will be curtious and only charge you for the ammunition that you use with a few small labour costs ofcourse.

After seeing Sophia wave Danny in his direction he grabbed the hand of Miss Sophia and kissed it softly and then looked up. It didn't look rather charming because he was still wearing a yellow with blue pokadot raincoat hat. So he could see Sophia's face as her hand was touched and she pulled her hand back to herself.


Now if any of you need me just take these...

Vince hands out little boxes with red buttons on the center of them..

These are something that I invented myself. If you push the button then it will send a signal to me and let me know that you need me. I would just be a little careful not to push the button if you really don't need me.

With that vince trollied his explosives into the other room and the door slammed shut behind him...

Daemon examined the device very carefully and looked at Sofia doubtfully. He pushes the red button and at once a blatant siren sounded from the other room. Vince comes out of the room.

This is your idea? Is there any way possible to make it a bit more subtle, you know, to alert us without blowing our cover??? Try to work on that. And make yourself at home.  I have planned something for today and we'll be out, probably all day. So we'll talk when we get back.

Vince nods and retires into the corner room again. There's a knock at the door and one of Daemon's guards come in.

Sir, is everything alright? I heard some unusual siren coming from up here...

Daemon smiles.

Its alright, Edward. It was only our technician Mr. Vince, at work. You can relax. I was going to call you anyway, I'll need your help with something.

He then turns to face Sofia and Danny.

Danny, I know who Kettner is. He's the bartender at the local bar here in Detroit. Sofia, you remember him, right? I don't know who Cristy is, though. I have a plan. There is a cop stationed in New York who is indebted to our family. Edward will take you to him. He will help us in any way. You know New York well, don't you? You can negotiate with him and try and gather some information about this special squad. Also find out who this Cristy Kirby is. Edward will also help in any way possible.

The guards nods.

Sofia and me will scout out the bar and see what we can find. I'm so glad you came to help, Danny. We'll meet back here in my office afterwards to discuss our findings.

It had been 2 long days of running around dark alleys in New York.  As it turned out, Danny and Edward made a very good team.  Danny knew every square inch of the city, and Edward was a rather large, imposing man that didn't need to say much to get information out of people.  His stature was enough.  It seemed like they had talked to a thousand people over the course of 48 hours.  But it all came down to one person.  One crooked cop that Danny knew very well.  His name was Offerman it would be pretty easy for Danny to get him to cooperate.  Offerman owed Danny some favors and typically paid them back with cheap drugs that had been confiscated.  But Offerman was getting sloppy and Danny had a feeling that his relationship would be coming to a close in about a week. 

As Danny and Edward returned to Daemon's office, the others were already there, looking just as tired.

I have some info.  Seems that our guys are all stationed in different cities.  My boy Offerman is in the mix with these other 2 guys......Kirby and Kettner.  Seems they go way back to their days in the academy.  Same graduating class.  They like to party a bit much and there isn't much trust between them.  Offerman tried to save his own butt from me and gave me these....Danny slid some compromising photos across the desk.  I guess they all ran into some trouble at Mardi Gras a few years back.  Offerman was the only one smart enough to get some evidence on the other two.  Hence, the photos.  He told me to do whatever we wanted with the photos.  Use them to against the other two, just as long as we left Offerman out of it.  Boy was he crying like a baby.  I'll take care of him.  Like I said, I had plans to take care of him in a few days anyways.  So I guess we just need to decide what to do with these other 2 clowns.