Snippet #1932898

New York, New York U.S.A.

The sun drops on a cool day, the wind is blowing gently, but even as the day dies the influence of the sun can be felt in the temperature.
One man walks into a rather nice looking club of sorts.
He seems a little unsure of where he is as this is not his turf at all but a meeting is a meeting and the commission picked it, when they say you meet, you meet when and where they say you meet.
Just off of a 10 year bit on gun running charge this man is looking around the room astounded by much of what he sees.
Electronic devices that hold music by the truckload, the fact that computers are everywhere, at first it seems like the scene might be too much for him.
As he stands stupified for a moment looking this place over from over the top of his sunglasses.
After pushing his sunglasses back up and straightening his tie he goes looking for an employee, his hands curved in a "C" kind of shape.

Suddenly he finds someone that directs him to the managers office and he walks in, pulling his hat off and holding it over his stomach as he talks.
"Excuse me, myself and several associates will need a private room for the evening and we're going to need your best wait staff.
Now we'll pay for all of this and I have the briefcase here to back up what I say.
All you have to do is agree."
The manager looks him over warily and replies.
"I'm sorry sir I don't think we can..."
Now the man who entered the room holds up a black gloved hand and as the manager stops speaking his says straightening the sleeves on his pin striped suit.
"My name is Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and I know at first you didn't understand but I'm going to say this again.
I have a briefcase full of money to pay for what we get and all you have to do is agree.
You see the people that want me to work for them are not the kind of people that take "No" for an answer.
So...."
He then smiles and lays the briefcase on the manager's desk, opening it and turning it to him he says plainly.
"are we in business?
I've got to tell you it won't be me that you'll have to deal with they'll be other people that come here, worse people than me.
They'll be here tonight and they won't care about you or anyone in this place.
Now that's 10 grand in that case, your choice my friend."
With that the manager put a call to one of the hosts to come in.
"You are to take Mr. Massera upstairs where you and a few others will take care of him and his associates for the night.
Make sure no one else goes up there for any reason."

With that Jimmy pushed his sunglasses back up with his index finger and reached over to shake the manager's hand.
"Thank you sir now just enjoy that money huh?"
With that he followed the host upstairs and after being shown to his table he flopped a roll of 100 dollar bills into the man's top pocket.
He then said smiling.
"Now remember if you keep up that kind of service I'll make sure you walk out with those kinds of tips.
You got me kid?"
The host nodded respectfully and started to walk downstairs to gather more wait staff.
Jimmy had been there only a few minutes when one by one the bosses of some of the most infamous organizations began to file into the upstairs room.
Tommy "no nose" with the Scalera family, Vladimir "The Ice Pick" with the russian mob, "Chairman" Chan from the triads, called that because no one had ever heard his first name before.
These were just a few of the many to gather in the make shift conference room.
Within moments the air was thick with cigar smoke, and the scent of expensive wine, booze, what have you.
In the midst of this chaos sat Jimmy, now most wouldn't know why he was there, for that matter neither did Jimmy really.
He just knew he was there with the bosses, the hitmen, and the thugs.
For now no one was trying to pop him so he decided just to ride out the evening and see what happened.