Detroit, Michigan. Maledictus Headquarters, Sept 16, 17:30hrs

Sarah address the crew,

My fellow crewmates. We have an important meeting to discuss. It is of great importance. It has come to my attention that our HQ bathrooms are stocked with single ply roll toilet paper and not double ply, extra soft. All in favor of double ply, extra soft? 

"We use it for that special time..." Craig leans back on his chair. 

Leviathan nods head in approval. Thinks to himself...has no idea what single or double ply is...is married and has become useless.

"I like extra sandpaper," Craig adds.

Sarah continues, "Also, someone has been taking up extra spaces in the HQ parking lot."

Leviathan coughs, "Borya." Excuse me. 

"That pick-up truck is big." Craig says.

" Anyways, please be mindful of where you park and your HQ parking permits must be renewed or you will be towed. It had also come to my attention that people are littering the HQ. This place is not waste paper basket.. we are attracting ants, roaches, and fruit flies."

"Don't talk about Craig like that!" Leviathan snaps.

"Say wha?" Craig stares.

"I got your back," Leviathan reassures him.

"Thanks Leviathan. Sarah, that was very inconsiderate."

"Please throw your trash in the designated bins outside the HQ."

The HQ door opens and a foot holds it there. A moment later, Mercedes pops through it, a large paper bag of groceries on one hip and a pixie of a toddler on the other. Strands of hair have come loose and are obstructing her vision; she tries and fails to blow them out of the way.

"Here. Hold this," she says as she unceremoniously dumps a toddler in Craig's lap. Craig sniffs the baby's hair and crinkles his nose.

"Why does your kid smell like burned sheetrock?" he asks.

Mercedes starts unloading HQ necessities on the table. Top shelf whisky, steaks, and 2-ply toilet paper. Turning to Craig, she responds with a dry smile.

"Her pappje is from Amsterdam. Dutch oven?"