Into the Lair of the Kingpin

[Dracos]

Leets:

Leets eyes scoured the unsavory crew before him.  A couple of...shapely dancers providing the entertainment...and a bit of pickpocketing as they worked through the crowds.  He spotted a table near the corner that probably would provide a bit of privacy and was empty.

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[Shukuen]

Leets weaved his way through the crowded room, subtly dodging reaching hands with years of experience, while secretly retailiating by liberating his would-be pickpockets' own pockets.

[Dracos]

He made his way to the table, easy as pie, especially with those big women distracting people.

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[Shukuen]

Sitting down, Leets glanced back towards Greg to see who he was talking with.

[Dracos]

No one at the moment, though he didn't seem to notice Leets.

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[Shukuen]

Leets signalled a waitress over and asked her to give Greg another bottle of what he was drinking currently to get his attention, slipping the money needed and a little tip from what he managed to snatch earlier.

[Dracos]

She nodded..>

A few minutes later, Greg headed over, sitting down.  "Nice sight, isn't it, kid?"

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"That it is." Leets nodded.

"So, tell me," he began, sliding Greg's payment across the table. "What's been happening in town lately?"

[Dracos]

"Well, you know...  same old...well, you know the crimson skulls?"

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[Shukuen]

"I think so. What did they do?"

[Dracos]

"Well, they made a move on ol' man Vacezini's place.  Sort of took it over."

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[Shukuen]

"Really... any clue what they would want with it?"

[Dracos]

"Mmm, probably setting up for takin' on the gregors.  You know, get a little more territory."

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[Shukuen]

"Anything else odd happening?"

[Dracos]

"Word on the street is that the Targo family is moving something tonight."

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