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         Regina laughed lightly and mockingly. "You think that your hands are the least bit clean, Sir Lord? What must that be like? I prefer to acknowledge the dirty things I've done in the past; all the lines I've had to cross. Makes the present luxuries all the more pleasant." She sipped her wine and smiled as if she didn't have a care in the world. Then she caught the rest of the insult and made a mocking little sad face. "Ohh. You called me tasteless. That hurts, it really does." Her eyes widened and she grinned. "Better be careful, you may end up an unrepentant criminal just like the rest of us. Won't Daddy be upset then?"

She looked up as the last Gang Lord's arrival was heralded by the throaty roar of a motorcycle engine. "Ah, there we go. We can get things started now." She raised her own glass in return as Reece walked in. "Lovely to see you, my dear." She tilted her head back to Gabriel. "And what does our host have to say then, hmm?"

         Gabriel smile as he watched the next leader to enter and the small group with her. The only person to arrive at the meeting with a full compliment of personnel with her. Everyone else was arriving light. And the only person in the room so far not attending in formal clothing. He perked an eyebrow slightly to her outfit and that of her accompaniment, shaking his head slightly the faint hint of a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. Gabriel had expected something along the like. Regina was one of the few bosses that Gabriel worked with frequently and only because he wasn't able to control the Thames river himself without overstretching his personnel. So he made sure that he had a "working relationship" with Regina. He made sure not to trifle too far into her water traffic, and she made sure to do the same for him. It was a mutually beneficial agreement between them. Still, Gabriel had keept a sharp eye on the goings on on the Thames. Just because he didn't step foot on many of her boats, didn't mean he wasn't going to keep them in sight. Still, Gabriel rose to his feet as Regina approached the table, bowing slightly to her," Ms. Smith, good of you to join us tonight." He reached out and stopped the bottle as it came to a halt in front of him, picking it up and looking over the label for a second, the hinted grin finally forming full across his lips, "That's very kind of you. I will enjoy it greatly. The rest of the leaders should be arriving shortly, so the wait won't be long now."

And as if on que, one of the other Leaders joined the meeting. Gabriel chuckled a little bit at Skender's comment taking a moment to return the handshake the man offered, "Well, that's 'cuz most of the people are piss poor drivers in the first place. Then they go get rat arsed at the match and try to grope their way home without gettin' done in." Gabriel couldn't help but let his accent slip a bit. But he laughed and offered Skender a seat that was open nearby before taking seat himself. Skender was one of the men that Gabriel had the least information from. He knew the man was a smuggler and such and brought weapons into the city, but he was still a little in the dark about the full extend of his operations, Sam hadn't yet been able to devote as much time to Skender as Gabriel would have liked, but that would be remedied soon.

Gabriel sighed slightly, looking to those already gathered and smiling once more, "Well, while we wait, why don't get some drinks anyway. You'll excuse me if I wait to start me little shpeal until everyone has arrived, but that doesn't mean we have to sit here empty handed. Order whatever you would like, courtesy of my hospitality tonight."

         Sammy woke up in his apartment, Delta Bloc. Every morning he has to double take why has he let his life go so wrong. Modern Day London was a shit hole. There's just too much wrong with the city for it to be basically livable and he is up to his ears with conflicts and issues. The latest money transfer went sour and he's up to his eyes in debt to various people but Sammy pays his debt when he wants to pay his debt which usually gets him shoulder deep in situations no one wants to be in. When his eyes adjust he turns to see the figure of a woman in the bed. Just another whore he's bedded for the night. He turns over again looking to his clock 7:30 am he must be ready to dance the tango to get her out the door but that is not his biggest conflict in his mind of course. Lately his buddy Bobby has got involved with a woman from The Black and Sammy is severely worried about his boy because there are no friends of Sammy's in The Black only people who would like to see him for all the wrong reasons. He rolls out of bed puts his feet on the floor the rush of absolute disappointment he gets every morning when his feet hit the floor but he feels like a public speaker the butterflies are always there but he has to put on his regular face or they all lose hope and then his problems just get worse so the smile is played. He rises from the bed puts on a shirt and some pants and has breakfast.

Her name was Cindy he picked her up at the pub last night. Go figure but that doesn't matter anymore she's gone now. Sammy has to ride to Bobby's today to have a serious chat about The Black problem because he doesn't want Bobby to be in any sort of trouble that Sammy can't help him out of because Bobby is the only sane human in Modern Day London that Sammy puts up with at all. Sammy opens his front door takes a deep breath, "Modern Day London Delta Bloc 8:30am, Feels like a good day." He smiles and laughs to himself and takes his step outside into the sunlight.