Apache.  A name often synonymous with a proven warrior on the battlefield.  A man whose loyalty shows no end.  A soldier willing to go to the ends of the earth for his family.

Nakamura was coming in from a late night out on the town with a few floozies in the Chicago area.  The drinking and dancing had taken it's toll on the older, but not yet wiser man.  Nights like tonight made him feel young and wild, like he was back in his roaring twenties.  Heading up the stairs to his office on the fifth floor of the NXT headquarters, all of the lights had been turned out and not a soul was left in the building.  The sound of his shoes tapping the floor with every step echoed down the hallways as the man headed towards his sanctuary around the corner.

The door opened slowly and the lamp closest to the door lit up.  He placed his keys in the bowl adjacent to the blue lamp and continued to his cherry oak desk in the center of the twelve by twelve room.  There was today's correspondence from the different contacts throughout Chicago and the rest of the nation.  He sat at his desk reading through every letter and placing them in the correct order in which he would respond, before coming across one special one.  

Boss,

I left you a little something behind the typewriting station, under the window.  That guy shouldn't cause any more problems.

-Apache

Nakamura walked over to the window where the typewriter was stationed and glanced behind the desk.  There was a dark brown briefcase that was about to burst at the seams.  He grabbed the briefcase and set it up on desk.  As he began to open it, he became wide-eyed and almost jumped for joy when he saw the amount of cash that was in that case.  Countless stacks of bills in ten thousand dollar increments.  This was probably one of the biggest scores that he had ever seen.  A heist of the century.

He walked over to his desk and placed a call to one of his trusted soldatos.

"Hey, yeah, can you come down to the office?  It's important."

Dusk was setting in as Apache sat in the dimly lit room. The main source of light came from the embers of a dying fire in the center of the room.  A mist of white smoke filled the room. It had been a long day. Apache sat in silence as the gramophone played Ol' Man River. He was lost in a world of his own, drifting slowly in and out from the state of consciousness. The music almost drowned out the ringing of the phone. Apache jumped from the comfort of his seat and answered the phone. It was Nakamura, asking for Apache to come down to his office. It seemed urgent and Apache was always ready to help out his family. As Nakamura was the one who helped Apache find his place in this world. Without hesitation, Apache got dressed in his finery and jumped into his car.

As Apache got closer to Nakamura’s office, he finally got a moment to think about why he was needed. Maybe it is to teach someone a lesson for selling drugs on our turf he thought. Apache didn’t want to overthink about the reason for Nakamura wanting him. To take his mind off it, he started to hum to the tune of Ol’ Man River out loud. He parked his car outside the NXT headquarters and headed in. Apache was no stranger to Nakamura’s office, he had been there on quite a few occasions. As he opened the door of the office he eyed Nakamura and then his attention quickly turned to the opened briefcase which sat on the desk.

“Godfather Nakamura. I came as quick as I could, is everything okay?”

Finishing the last bit of his cigarette, he extinguished the end into a bronze ash try on the corner of his desk.  As he looked up, Apache entered with a concerned look on his face.  Nakamura noticed and attempted to reassure the young man.

"Care for a smoke?"

He reaches into his jacket pocket and removing the metal container that housed freshly rolled cigarettes and extended one towards the young man.  Apache nods and takes the cigarette and places it between his lips.  He leans forward and the Chairman strikes a match from the corner of his desk and ignite's the man's cigarette.  Nakamura taps his fingers on the desk and begins.

"Apache, you've been one of my top guys from the start.  You helped build this headquarters and family from the ground up.  Without your loyalty and dedication, we would be nothing.  So, I'd like to show you my gratitude.  I'm offering up control to one of the family's biggest rackets, The Blind Pig.  This speakeasy has been with us for quite a while, making this family rich and I want you to run it for me.  I know your ambition and I know you will make us both rich."

He removes a set of keys from his pants pocket and slides them across the table to Apache.

"Oh, and this right here?" as Nakamura points to the briefcase stuffed with cash, "I want you to take some of this and offer it up to a couple of the stevedores down at the docks.  We've got some stuff coming in, some high quality shit and we don't need nobody running their traps about it."

“Thank you, Godfather Nakamura, for these kind words. You’ve been extremely helpful to me and have welcomed me into your family with open arms. It would be my pleasure to control the speakeasy. I will give nothing less than one hundred percent. I won’t let you down!”

Apache picked up the keys that Nakamura slid across the table. Apache was eager to get down to the speakeasy to make sure everything was in working order. He wanted to analyse the place and find ways to increase profit. Apache’s specialised area was money making. It was one of the few things in life he was good at, whether it was saving money or finding intricate schemes to make a large amount of cash fast. Apache was proud that Nakamura offered him this prestigious role but knew he had to be well disciplined to ensure that everything ran smoothly.

Apache finished smoking the freshly rolled cigarette that the Godfather gave him. He disposed of it in the ash tray. Apache leaned right over and picked up the briefcase which was tightly stuffed with cash. It was surprisingly heavy, although what did Apache expect it was literally ready to bust.  He made a mental note in his head to bring the briefcase over to the dock.

“I’ll get this down to the docks as soon as possible Godfather. We are going to brighten up the day of the workers down there. But this will keep everyone over there quiet unless they want to be fish food.”