"Of course, of course." A cigarette is lit as smoke fills the small quarters, "You know us, you know our crew - we know you love your money," The ash flutters in the air as the figure inhales a large amount. People walk pass the two as the dim light shudders back and forth with a large briefcase nests itself on the middle of the table filled with disagreeing heads merging with the darkness, "I know how you bastards work," A sigh is let out, "Five hundred percent interest, if forty eight hours pass." with sweaty hands, they instantly jump into favour of Scratchy, and Tom acting as guarantor as both men are well refined in the business world, they were well regarded for on-time deals that coexist with their clients - especially within Giovanni's Warehouse and Tom Shelby's Docks. 

With papers signed and elated faces of both the 'Accountants' and the two - Scratchy and Tommy - the two entrust their bodyguards with the brief case, and with their last words spoken with great vitality - mainly on the owners of the building - they left being escorted out of the dark dampened, hostile environment that the loan sharks inhabited their deals in. Throwing themselves out onto the streets of Chicago - waltzing towards Scratchy's new treat, parked on the streets, by the dull plain coloured building. 

As the sun set after a day and a half finding a suitable place - within the confined walls of the rich man's suite on the Eighth floor of the Elegance hotel - the exotic red velvet drapes that chokes the outside world the confined operations of the room, with what seems to be marble tiling on the floor that it's cleanliness makes it a total reflection of the ceiling, and the table - coated in green with a fine wood to coexist with the frame as a professional dealer with a distinct passion for his trade stands idly, shuffling cards with a few glances at the wine next to him. A rushing horde of waitresses and waiters invite the guests that wear well tailored suits of all colours and sizes - from New York, to Detroit - the wide arrange of dialects fill the room with ambiguity yet whole. With hors-d'oeuvres and free beverages, the talk and cigar smoke fills the room almost instantaneously - with large pockets trying to get fuller, all of the guests start to trade their money in for chips and sit at their respectable seats.

The room arranged from Scratchy's deep instructions as more of a present from KL's intrusion and troubles - Scratchy enters the door with a grey squared pattern suit, accompanied with a red tie. With slick brunette hair, mostly from the sweat, he enters into the room seeing some people he recognises from previous business ventures, to some very shady - skulking almost characters that occupied the glamorous room with taint. With cough of the throat, and the weight of greeting people on Scratchy's Brow, he takes his time and leisure as the host to tend to the guests - as Tom begins his first inquiries and rules, already sitting at the table - with a glass of some alcohol beverage and some tobacco laying on the ashtray to the right of him.

Tom is walking away from scratchy shaking his head. As scratchy grabbed Toms shoulder, Tom lashed out at a vase in the hotel room.

"How the fuck did you loose you useless tit! You said you could keep that fucking tick under control"

Tom continued down the stairs of Elegance Hotel, his eyes tearing up. Some men came running up and heads popped out of doorways to see what the noise was about. Two men grabbed Tom and pinned him to the floor. As Scratchy tried to calm Tom down, Tom started to laugh hysterically.

"Were fucked mate"

The men let go of Tom assuming he was calm but the second he was free he made a lunge and pushed one off them off the staircase. The other mans eyes went wide.

"Tell KL ill pay for the damage"

Tom straightened his jacket and looked at Scratchy.

"Oh wait were in debt 4 fucking mill"

Tom patted scratchy which left everyone rather confused.

"Well we've got 48 hours. Any ideas?" 

After hearing a bunch of commotion coming from the staircase I make my way over to try an get things in order. I notice Tom rampaging as he just pushed someone over the railing of the staircase.

"Ok so I heard debt of 4 million and 48 hours... you want ideas?, I have one!."

I put my arm around Tom and whisper softly "I am planning a jewelry store job... if it goes like the last job we pulled off, you won't have any debt... you may even have spending money left".

Before hearing Tom's response I turn to the corridor where I still see people's heads popped out. "Sorry folks... they had to much to drink, everything is under control".

Tom pulled back as KLs arm went around him. He was in a mood to be as difficult as possible.

Tom listened to KLs offer and began to grin uncontrollably.

"That is a very nice offer. But can we pull it off in 48? In fact what the fuck are we waiting for? Scratchy, KL in the fucking car"

KL began to laugh and put a hand on Toms shoulder.

"These things take planning"

Tom sighed.