It was late. Like super late. But it didn't matter. Henrietta Rossi was walking the Streets, searching for the person she was due to meet. It was a secret meeting, one of the utmost importance.

The cold winter air stung her cheeks as she leaned against the brick building. With a heavy sigh she checked her pocket watch. Fifteen after midnight. Where the hell was she? And why was she keeping her waiting? She knew better than this. Had the business made her sense of time go askew?

"Never," MariettaHenrietta said out loud to no one in particular, her breath coming out in a puff of steam into the night air. Nearby a street lamp flickered. She was outside... in the dark. Alone. Unprotected without her five hundred employed bodyguards to be there for her. If her old associate didn't show up soon, she would have to leave, or potentially face dire consequences.

Aurora was running late as usual. It was okay though, she was the Godmother of Las Vegas for christ sake. No one told her what to do. Henrietta would only be waiting a few extra minutes anyhow. Aurora was known to be running late, sometimes it worked out for her, and other times it didn't. In the long run it worked out for the best as her lateness never spawned any unexpected children.

Anyhow, time was ticking and she knew she was late for her meeting with MarriettaHenrietta. She knew the Godmother of Detroit would wait much longer, so she whipped her head bodyguard and told him to pick up the pace. Julio did, and a quarter after midnight she finally reached Henrietta.

Good evening, Godmother. Sorry for the delay, Julio here was taking his sweet time. Let's get this meeting started.

Aurora unzipped the duffle bag that her and Marietta spoke about. Inside all the contents were there as expected, and both women were delighted at what was about to happen.