I sat in one of the local restaurants as ushall one night, enjoying my bolaganise, when one of my made men came to see me young Mniem, informing me that there was man celebrating his birthday downstairs from LA a wise guy from what i am told wish's to speak to me. wonder to my self what could this mean, i was in a good mood. Informed my Soldier to send him up.

"Take a seat, join me, i understand it's your birthday, may it be a joyful occasion in Detroit, now"

I said raising a finger.

"What do you have for me"?

Wraith leaned back on his chair, and smiled, well aware that he was with one of the most powerful people in the city. Truth be told, all leaders gave off some kind of aura. With his boss, there came strong discipline and a fierce loyalty to the crew. With this person, it was more of power and a kind of dangerousness. But it was, after all, a proposition. A friendly one, for that matter.

He traced a drawing on the fine table with a single finger and then looked up at the man, a cold, dangerous gleam now in his eyes. "Do you know about the Mario Lateggito painting that's currently under exhibition here, sir? The painting itself is called Under Dawn's Night. It's supposed to be full of marvelous pigments, bringing out different colors when viewed in different times of the day. The museum is guarded by fifty men, and the painting room alone has twenty of them. The rest are position in and around the grounds."

Then he broke off. Any mafioso would know what was coming next. So he said nothing, and merely waited for a response. His fingers itched to eat a few cashews from the bowl kept there but it wouldn't do to be disrespectful.

mnirem's jaw dropped. Does this guy really think it could be pulled off? He himself once check the place out. He couldn't find one hole in security. Either the guy was crazy, or a genious. The only difference is success.

Looking at the young man across table there was no fear in his eyes, no one drip of sweet, maybe a hint of unease, that is all understandable under the circumstances a man by him self in a strange city surrounded by people, who would not think..... if such a word was spoken in disrespect, as the words flowed tensions relaxed but not the watch.

Watching his hand, looking at his man, making sure he was paying attention, as he will need his diligence soon, His soldier knew his place, eyes were wide open ears were burning, still not a smile from Recro his face remained straighter then a arrow.

"I am aware of it, i took my wife step son there earlier today quite work, quite a valuable piece to, heavily guardard it is almost suicide to attempt what your thinking especially since that is Detroit's piece of art, what exactly are you proposing?"

Wraith smiled. An understandable reaction. But he was of the artistic type. Heists more daring than any other, without using too much of weapons gave his brain a fine workout. And this one would be too easy. So easy that he would need only one other man to carry it out.

"To the point then. A private collector is offering to pay 5 million to see it in his private collection. If you are agreeable, 3 million will be yours for the taking, when the painting is delivered. You will understand, it is not possible to pay the money in advance. But a crew member of Myrddin does not break his word, and you have mine that the money will reach you within the week."

"And yes, it would be suicide to go in there like an old fashioned bank heist. But for the plan I have in mind, I will need one very good person. And....a make up artist," he grinned widely, anticipating the reaction this would cause. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

"No weapons? good they can get messy leave some traces behind, silence cover of darkness is the only way i can see this succeeding, i have a man to go with you, i believe you have already meet Mnirem, also make it 2 million, were fair in Detroit."

"Mnirem, you are to go with this man do this task make sure it is a smooth quiet pick, sure you can sort out the make up person"

"Wraith you have my blessing i shall make sure nothing happens to you, thank you for coming to me first"

mnirem looks stunned. His first big mission since the bank robbery. EEEEYYYY!!!!

"Sure, but what do you mean by, sort out the make-up person?

"That you will have to speak to Wraith about, its in up to you two, for the time being"

Wraith smiled with relief. It had come to a good end. But, the night wasn't what he had in mind.

"Not at all, Don Recro, and I mean no disrespect by that. There are two reasons why I can't go tonight. I shall state the most important one first.

Quite simply put, that room is indeed impregnable. With twenty men in that place alone, the silence of the night could probably let us live a few more seconds than day would. And without weapons too...," his tone held the obviously implied result. Then, his smile grew broader and he made an elegant gesture

"The second of it being that it is already seven in the night, with no time to go through my plan with your man," at this he nodded at mnirem," and the fact that today is my birthday also tilts thing in favor of tomorrow. That is, if your man is agreeable with it. I intend to walk into the jaws of the lion and let it show me the way out,"

And out came that dangerous smile again. The smile of a person reckless in his creation of art. "I would be further honored if you and your family would dine with me now, and I shall feel my birthday has not been a total waste. My treat, of course."

"I Understand, you may run your plan by him when the times is right, until then this place is not fit for a birthday celebration, we must go to a place i know further down the street, where your money is not welcome for its all on Mnirem"

He looks at his man knowing the place there going to, the best watering hole in town his jaw drops

"Relax i was kidding Mnierm i own it, all is on the house, for what ever the night calls....."

Wraith grinned. Now the atmosphere was getting closer to home. The look on Mnirem's face had been priceless. "Very well, I'm not going to be foolish enough to decline good fortune when I see it. But your next meal in Los Angeles will be on me. Are we agreed?," he asked, and stood. The meeting had obviously concluded. He remained in place, however, knowing that the Leader made the first move.

As a side comment, he turned to Mnirem and winked," Don't worry, you won't be the one getting dressed up," and left it at that, knowing he had fueled the man's curiosity even more. The night was getting quite enjoyable.

"Sure, it all sounds good. Can't wait."

They arrived at the club where there were no bounds, money could buy anything, just the place for a birthday, yet still Recro's face had not changed one bit.

"What do you drink Wraith?"

The waitress hands over Recro's port, Mnirem's whiskey, The Don pulls out a cigar a Major in the other pocket contains his matches slowly pulling them out, he strikes the match on the bar awaiting an answer from Wraith.

Wraith looked around the club as he entered. As expected from a Don, it contained a homely feel and yet had an exquisite look about it. Men laughed and kidded around like in other bars, but the language was surprisingly clean, and an overall friendly atmosphere prevailed. I must remember to include a few things in the pub we're building he thought as he walked over to a prime seat,and some seats nearby.

Like etiquette demanded, he forsook the two seats immediately near the prime seat, for the sake of that family's hierarchy and settled himself on the second from the left. "A scotch please," he told the waitress politely and pulled out a mint pill, popping it into his mouth. There would be no bussiness until the toast was done, which again was etiquette in all the parts.

mnirem was calm. The atmosphere was calm, which made it easier for him to think. He grabbed the shot and swallowed it, 2 seconds flat.

"Waitress, double scotch, on the rocks. Lime wedge."

He pulled out some pain killers. He had pain in his right arm and leg, from bullet wounds when he was young. He pain was faint and uncommon, but in this business, that could still make a life or death difference.

This place is on the high end of town very elaborate.

"My wife designed this place hence the feel of home, she as her way with that."

Taking a seat he draws in a puff of his cigar, Recro clicks his fingers nodding at the stewed he soon returns with cheese platter to go with the exquisite liquor in hand.

"Help your self,"

So, Wraith, you pulled off any capers quite this elaborate bofore?

Wraith grinned and went about helping himself. The liquor was fine, as good as he had ever tasted. He drowned it in a single gulp and nodded at the waitress to have it refilled. Then, he settled back and glanced at Mnirem. "I have indeed pulled off capers. But never the same twice. That would be...too boring," his fingers twitched at this,"To answer more specifically, this is my first time pulling off this particular plan. I never use the same plan twice. Less evidence, more creativity, more...fun," and his dark eyes flashed.

"So, my friend, do you want to help test out this particular plan? I guarantee that it will be enjoyable. Something everyone in your family can watch and appreciate from a distance." His quota had been completed. Any more and the plan would be revealed. He turned back to the Don," I see, yes, there was news everywhere about your marriage. I trust you are all as happy as ever."

That isn't quite what I meant. I mean, have you ever planned one so complex before.

"Very happy expecting a little girl soon have been shoping all after noon for the wee one, got quite the mighty kick on her"