The day was foggy, The flight was insanely slow. Too slow for Lincoln's liking. He arrived from New Orleans to Detroit, where he was to began his new operations with the La Famiglia Gato which was based out of Detroit. Being a mobster himself, he had experienced him many lessons that civilian life had not. The best lesson being the true definition of Family... "Family ain't who you born with, Its who you die for".
Those words are the ones with the most impact on his life. Being raised as an orphan, he had not known what a family is; Not until the black mob came to him and befriended him. Was that the thing he had been missing all his life? He learned what family was and came to Detroit seeking new opportunities.

He left the airport to meet an old friend called Junior. "The Black Jun" Is how he went by in the streets. Black Jun was a close friend with Lincoln, from back in New Orleans. Lincoln had meet him when he made connections with the black mob. Black Jun was just passing by Detroit and he knew Lincoln was arriving so he wanted to see him. Lincoln had told him he was here for a mission, that he came to Detroit seeking new opportunities and that was Joining the biggest organization in Detroit. "La Famiglia Gato". No more details were spoken. 

Black Jun heard and being the good friend he is, wanted to help Lincoln perform his first crime in Detroit. Lincoln wanted to get warm and Junior tells him about a nearby Casino ran by local thugs. Lincoln accepted and they drove out to their destination. 

They arrived at the casino and Lincoln quickly made a plan.

Jun, I come in first looking like I'm a suicidal poker player and then we let a few minutes pass by. You barge in and we just shoot the whole place up". - Lincoln expressed to Jun.

"That isn't an organized plan but I think it will do. There isn't much muscle around, probably around four to seven guys tops". -Black Jun Replied.

"Lets do it, I think it'll be easy and its a good way to start up". -Lincoln Said.

They went in and made their move, everything went as planned. Nothing that a military trained human can't do. They returned to the car and fled the area. They were going to meet and count the profit at the next alley or abandoned factory they found.

They arrived at an abandoned isolated building. They came in and sat on an old sofa and counted the money. Shortly after, Black Jun left with his part. Lincoln laid down on a sofa in one of the rooms in the building and rested... For tomorrow he would be in the biggest organization in Detroit. 

"La Famiglia Gato"