Los Muertos Rosas

[Sheridan]

In Ascalon there are only two ruling parties. The citizens of this 'Divine' Republic get to choose between the lesser of two corrupt bodies of governing. These two sides consist of either the Catholic Church, of the Mafia. Los Muertos Rosas began as a teeny tiny mafia family in the border towns in Faenza, the border near Umbazi. In the 1950's the mafia families of Cordoba started to really get violent. Los Muertos Rosas began to fuel it's crime family with money earned from smuggled 'goods' from Umbazi. By the 1970's Los Muertos Rosas had taken over Faenza and the rest of Cordoba.

Nowadays, Los Muertos Rosas is more powerful than ever. Their leader is none other than Don Martin Contreras, who is a very powerful member of Parliament. The mafia family has eliminated all other crime gangs inside of Ascalon, and still to this day runs the towns of Cordoba. However, with income coming in from Umbazi now cut-off, Los Muertos Rosas is scrambling to find other ways of money making. The weapons company started by Don Contreras, Faenza Nacional, just made a contract with the Southern European Defense Network as their primary small arms supplier. However, this is still only going to make Los Muertos Rosas a small fraction of the money they were making off of Umbazi goods.

Things were about to be shaken up in Cordoba that's for sure.

 

[Sheridan]

Diego Olivares is the 54 year old Consigliere for Los Muertos Rosas. His son is an extremely successful defender for the Faenza soccer team, which was going to play for Ascalon in the IFV World Champions League. There had been a lot of bad blood between Olivares and his son, mostly because his son rejected 'the life'. Olivares loved his son dearly, and watched every single one of his games... even though the two hadn't talked in some seven or eight years.

Currently Olivares was in the back seat of his

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, being driven to a hotel in Calabria. He had been sent by Don Contreras to investigate smuggling possibilities via cruise ships in the Mare di Dio, and to buy The Huron casino from the Catholic Church. The Huron was a very large casino, and could be used as a front for other means of money making.

The car stopped in front of the hotel he would be staying at. La Rosa is a very large and very exquisite hotel owned by Don Contreras. It is right down the street from The Huron, and was across the street from one of the Cruise Ship docks. Olivares' driver came around and opened the back seat door. The driver was also Olivares' body guard and was carrying a FN FNP under his suit.

"Go park the car and meet me in the penthouse. We will start work in the morning, because right now I need to sleep." Olivares said after stepping out.

"Of course sir." The driver said as he prepared to drive the car into the parking lot.

"Also, feel free to visit the bar. I can take care of myself."

 

[Sheridan]

Olivares was woken up by the phone. When he picked it up he heard one of the workers on the line.

"You requested a wake up call at 6:30 sir. It is now 6:30."

With that Olivares hung up the phone and got out of bed. After brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and putting on his suit, he walked out the door. His bodyguard was waiting for him by the car, which was already at the front of the hotel.

"Are you ready Mr. Olivares?" the bodyguard asked as he grabbed the back seat door handle.

"Of course I'm ready. We are driving to the cruise ships first. We have to speak with Don Contreras' associate about the opportunities." Olivares said as he got in the car.

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Olivares walked down the boardwalk, the board walk went about 50 yards into the ocean, and at the end was a cruise ship. The tourist season was coming to a close, and there weren't very many people getting on. Olivares walked onto the cruise ship after paying $140 for two tickets.

Olivares had seen a picture of the associate and began looking for him. Finally he found him. The associate was a scrawny little Italian man, with a twitchy look in his eyes, and smoothed down hair. The associate was wearing a rather cheap looking suit, and was smoking a cigarette nervously. This obviously was the first time the man had worked with the mafia. Olivares walked up to the man and outstretched his hand.

"You must be Mr. Puccini. My name is Diego Olivares, and I am here regarding Don Contreras's interests." The two men shook hands, and Puccini smiled, revealing tobacco stained yellow teeth.

"Right. Boy have I got some things that will help you guys out. He may have told you or he may not have, but I own this cruise ship and a number of others that run in the Mare di Dio. And I'm willing to earn a little extra cash." Puccini spoke.

"Yes, we were told you would be willing to help us smuggle things in from either Abruzicstan or Cenetis. We need to know how we can be sure such operations will be done quietly and without any attention from the authorities." Olivares said cooly.

"Of course of course. Right this way." Puccini said, as he led the two past the pool on the deck and down the stairs. They continued down from the middle deck, and eventually reached the cabins on the lower decks. "We have 50 cabins in this ship. We are going to seal up 10 of them and create two new large rooms on either side of the hallway. These two big rooms are going to be were the Parliament mandated security personnel sleep. With some money from you guys, we can keep them nice and quite."

After walking past all the cabins, they eventually came to the engine room.

"Now this... this is were the smuggling is going to happen. We have false floors, and will keep all the goods underneath the floor. Of course, this is a pretty big ass safety hazard... but the chances of us sinking are next to nothing." Puccini said as he lifted up one of the floorboards, revealing a massive space for smuggling.

"I have to say Mr. Puccini I am very impressed. What will your expenses be?" Olivares said after inspecting the smuggling space.

"Well... probably $5,000 a month for bribes, and maybe $15,000 a month for all the hard work on my part?" Puccini said, while playing with something in his pocket.

"Tell you what, we can give you $10,000 a month for bribes, and $10,000 a month for your work. Do we have a deal?" Olivares said, knowing that Puccini had no choice but accept.

"Yes I do believe we do. Thank you very much Mr. Olivares." Puccini said before kissing Olivares twice on the cheek and shaking his hand. Olivares hated how close those dirty Guineas would get. He especially hated it when the men would kiss his cheek. Oh well though, a damn good deal had been made, and Los Muertos Rosas was one step closer to recovering its nose diving income.

 

[Sheridan]

Faenza, Cordoba

Martin Contreras was preparing for a very important business meeting. Any minute now Ovidiu Vlas would arrive. Ovidiu Vlas is the Don of the Frăţia Neargră (Black Brotherhood). The Black Brotherhood operates in Gorno-Altai, and is extremely influential within that country. Martin Contreras lit his cigar and inhaled deeply, the deal that the two of them would make could help Los Muertos Rosas earn back even more income. They could profit quite a bit from smuggling in sex slaves and whores from Gorno-Altai, and they could sell the marijuana they have been making with various growing locations throughout Cordoba. Contreras' fiancé Priyanka Chopra walked into the room.

"Honey, do you want me to stay for the meeting?" she asked.

"Just for the introductions, and please put on a more revealing dress." Contreras pleaded, Priyanka was a very attractive Uroduah women, and he liked to show her off to his associates and rivals.

Then one of his Made Men opened the door to his office.

"Don Contreras, Mr. Vlas and his men have arrived. They are coming up the elevator as we speak." the made men said.

"Damn. No time for your clothing change honey." Contreras said as he checked the top drawer of his desk to make sure his FN Five Seven pistol was loaded... just in case.

The door opened once again, this time it was Ovidiu Vlas and three of his men who came through.

"Welcome to my abode Mr. Vlas. I trust your drive was pleasant?" Contreras said standing up and leaning over his desk to shake Mr. Vlas's hand.

"It was rather boring, but the car was quite nice. Now who is this young lady?" Vlas said as he and his men eyed Priyanka.

"This is my fiancé Priyanka." Contreras said with a sense of accomplishment.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Priyanka." Vlas said as he kissed her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Vlas." Priyanka said.

"Now Mr. Vlas let us get down to business. We have matters to discuss." Contreras said as he dismissed his wife.

"Yes yes of course. Men, wait outside the office, we are among friends." Vlas said, his men were armed with .50 Caliber Desert Eagle pistols, and had been told to protect him. But Vlas sensed that this meeting would be friendly.

"Take a seat Mr. Vlas. Would you care for some wine or a cigar?" Contreras asked as Vlas took a seat.

"I would love a cigar, but do you have any stronger than wine? Maybe some scotch?" Vlas asked.

"Yes we do, both the cigar and the scotch are Radilan, very top of the notch." Contreras said as he walked to the liquor cabinet. He was slightly disappointed that Vlas wanted scotch... because hard liquors were very expensive in Ascalon.

"I'm partial to Warric scotch myself, although the Radilans do make a damn good cigar." Vlas said as he lit the cigar and took a swig of the scotch.

"Indeed. Now Mr. Vlas let's discuss business." Contreras said as he returned to his seat behind his desk.

"Good idea. Let me start this off by telling you, I respect you and like the clean look you bring to this business." Vlas said.

"Thank you, I to respect you, particularly your force." Contreras said.

"Thank you. Alright then, this is what I can offer you. I can sell to Los Muertos Rosas sex slaves. We have a very large amount, and if I remember correctly you sampled some about a month back." Vlas said laughing a little as he got to the end.

"Yes, that was rather embarrassing. Now about these sex slaves... we had some problems with the Umbazi ones, because they were infested with diseases. Can you assure us that we won't have a similar problem?" Contreras asked.

"Of course my friend. We will have our guys check each one of them out before we sell them to you. Of course we won't be held responsible for anything they catch after they leave our hands." Vlas stated.

"Alright. How much for each?" Contreras asked. He knew how much money could be made from sex slaves.

"Hmmmm.... how about $20,000 for virgins, and $15,000 for used ones?" Vlas said, he wasn't kidding when he said they had a large amount. They had so many, that they could sell them at super low prices.

"That sounds fair. Now what we can offer the Black Brotherhood is large amounts of marijuana, and automatic weapons." Contreras offered.

"We do not need weapons, for we have plenty. However we are interested in buying marijuana from you." Vlas said.

"We can offer you extremely good prices, and can even bring it to you if you prefer." Contreras said.

"That sounds great. Now let us agree right now, not to infringe upon one another's territory. Each of us will remain within our home countries, and will notify the other if we wish to 'colonize'." Vlas stated.

"Of course. Let us both be prosperous and safe from law enforcement." Contreras said, raising his glass and drinking more scotch. Vlas did the same.

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent Contreras was driving along the streets of Latium. Latium was the most liberal state in Ascalon, and even had a small percentage of atheists which was un-heard of elsewhere. Vincent Contreras was Martin's younger brother, and was the Underboss for Las Muertos Rosas. The plan was to find De Marco's Adult Studios, which was the new target of the mafia. The adult entertainment industry was going to be invaded, old school style. If need be, Vincent had a concealed FNP-45 and a dead rose in his suit pocket. The dead rose would be left on the body of whoever he killed.... if he in fact had to kill anyone today.

He wasn't alone either, he had two Capo's with him, and one Soldier or Made Man. The Capo's names were Juan Gonzalez, and his twin Sean Gonzalez. The Soldier was somebody Vincent didn't give a shit about. All of them were packing, and all of them were ready for some old school fun.

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent walked into the building. The 1st floor was pretty much one big lobby, with a receptionist sitting behind a counter at the far side of the floor. The receptionist was a homely woman in her early thirties. Clearly she wasn't 'up' for the other jobs.

"Hello senora, we are here to speak to Mr. De Marco about a business opportunity. May we speak to him now?" Vincent Contreras asked, while adjusting his suit. The dead rose in his suit pocket showing to the receptionist.

"I guess that's alright. He's on floor ten, his office is directly ahead once you get off the elevator." she said, obviously not giving a shit.

"Thank you." Vincent said as he and his men walked to the elevator. Once inside, they listened to the music and made sure that their pistols were loaded.

Upon reaching floor ten they followed the receptionists instructions and opened Mr. De Marco's office. He was looking outside his massive window, and was very startled by the four men's sudden entrance. Vincent walked up to De Marco, whom was sitting in his chair, and had rolled it about 3 feet from his desk so he could get a better view.

"Hello Mr. De Marco. My name is Vincent Contreras, and we have some very important business to discuss." Vincent said, slipping on his brass knuckles discreetly without taking his hands out of his pocket.

"What the hell!? You can't just come in here like that! Learn to knock jack ass!" De Marco said, and almost immediatly after the words came out of his mouth Contreras punched him in the face. The Brass Knuckles helped bring some force to the punch, and De Marco was knocked out of his chair.

"Now you listen good dumbass! Half of your yearly earnings are going to go to us now. We're going to protect you, but it's going to cost a lot of money. You're going to pay us 1/2 of your yearly salary. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep this place of business from say... blowing up." Vincent yelled. De Marco was seriously freaking out now.

"What the fuck!? Who the fuck are you!?" De Marco screamed, with blood running down the side of his head.

"We're Los Muertos Rosas, and we're moving in on your industry."

"Fine! Fine! I'll give you the money! Just leave me the fuck alone!" De Marco said. Afterwards Vincent and his mean left, with a job well done.

 

[Sheridan]

Al As'ad, Uroduan

Martin Contreras was having his usual visit with his father in law to be, Hussein Chopra, who also happened to be the Parliament Representative of Uroduan. Uroduan was were the majority of the poor resided. It also happened to be were the majority of the Muslims/Uroduah resided. The state was like 1% Italian/Catholic, and the Italians were mostly the factory managers or shop owners. While the Uroduah were the labor. It was not a forced thing, it's just that since the 1400's the Uroduah have been poor in Ascalon. Not very many have gotten out of poverty even now.

The capital city of Urodaun, Al As'ad, was a site to behold. It was littered with mosques and other Uroduah works of architecture. The capital building was one of the more modest buildings in this city however. Martin Contreras was walking up the steps to the capital buildings doors. He had three body guards with him, but it was unlikely he would need them. He was in friendly territory.

Once Contreras reached the office of Hussein Chopra he simply opened the door, there was no need to knock. Mr. Chopra was staring at his computer screen, but when the door opened he looked up with a smile on his face.

"There's my favorite son to be! Come in have a seat! I have some nice tea here if your thirsty." Chopra said, as he stood up and shook his son-in-law-to-be's hand.

"No thank you. I was hoping we could discuss something important today if you weren't to busy." Contreras said as he took a seat on the opposite end of the desk as Mr. Chopra. Contreras also motioned his hands, indicating for his guards to wait outside.

"Of course, I was just looking at my email. What is it?" Chopra asked.

"Well as you know, the Catholic Church has been clinging on to the majority control in parliament. This gives them control of the whole damn country. Seeing as our legislative branch is the only one that can really do anything. Anyway, I need you to help me knock them off their high horse. It is time for Las Muertos Rosas to run things." Contreras said. Chopra literally laughed at this, thinking that Contreras was kidding. However, when he noticed that Contreras was dead serious, he replied.

"Just how are we going to do this?" Chopra gasped.

"I need you to help me legalize marijuana and some other drugs. Soon I will be visiting the Latium MP, and I'm sure he will grab at any chance to undermine the church." Contreras said.

"If you get the Latium Mp, then we will outnumber them three to two, but they'll just get their Prime Minister to use his vote and then it will be tied. And the law will never pass." Chopra said.

"You leave the Prime Minister to me. He may be a Bishop, but I'll make him an offer he can't refuse (Yes I did just do that.)." Contreras said.

"Well I'll vote for it that's for sure. You do what you have to do. Just don't expect the population to take this lightly. You'd be surprised how many citizens are proud of our little theocracy." Chopra said.

"Don't worry about it." Contreras said while a smile cracked along his face. Soon he would be more powerful than his father ever dreamed of being.

 

[Sheridan]

Parliament Hall

The party was in full effect by now, with all the rulers of Ascalon present. MPs, church officials, CEO's, and every made man of Los Muertos Rosas. Martin Contreras was sitting at a table with his wife, his father-in-law Hussein Chopra, the Gonzalez twins, Diego Olivares, and Martin's younger brother Vincent Contreras. They were all talking about random nonsense, right now they were on the topic of which is better; Warric Whiskey, or Radilan Wine.

During this conversation Martin's uncle, Silvio Gomez (Martin's uncle), walked up to the table. Gomez tapped Martin on the shoulder and spoke.

"Don Contreras, I need to speak to you." Gomez said, sounding somewhat worried.. or maybe frightened.

"Can't it wait? I'm currently in the middle of something Silvio." Contreras said, not eager to escape the pleasantries of his friends and family. Not to mention how annoying his uncle could be.

"I'm afraid it is very urgent." Gomez said. Reluctantly Contreras excused himself from the table and began to walk with Gomez.

"What is it Silvio?" Contreras asked.

"I'm afraid that the MP from Latium has backed out of your plans to legalize marijuana." Gomez said while taking a pastry off a platter being led around by a very attractive waitress.

"Well that's fine. With Hussein, your vote, and my vote we can at least freeze up Parliament. I'm sure I can pay off Stephano Ressari after that." Contreras said, drinking more champagne from his glass.

"Well... I'm afraid that I will be backing out as well." Gomez said, almost flinching with the expectancy of being harmed.

"What!? How can you do this to me? How can you do this to the family?" Contreras said, attracting the attention of more than a few of the other guests.

"I just wouldn't feel morally good afterwards. My hearts not in it." Gomez said in an attempt to be firm.

"I don't give a fuck if your hearts with it, your family is with it!" Contreras said, and then added after a long pause, "Wait a fucking second. Who payed you Silvio? Tattiglia get to you?"

"Quite frankly yes. And I wouldn't feel good going against the church." Gomez said, while stuffing his face some more.

"Don't think that I'll offer to pay you more Silvio. Because I'm not going to get into a bidding war with Tattiglia. But I also won't forget what you just did. I made you Prime Minister, and this is how you repay me?" Contreras said, storming off. He smashed his glass he was gripping it so tightly, but luckily dodged the champagne.

 

[Sheridan]

Martin Contreras had just finished calling his uncle, Silvio Gomez. He had been very angry with Silvio when they last spoke, and Don Contreras did not let Silvio forget this fact. He was enraged that right as Contreras's oil company, La Rosa Petróleo, had been getting ready to buy up the remaining oil companies in Ascalon, that the rest of Parliament (excluding Hussein Chopra) decided to adopt such an aggressive stance with Cenetis, causing Cenetis to increase the price of the pipeline. Clearly the Church was trying to hinder Los Muertos Rosas' progress. Nevertheless, Martin had explained to Silvio Gomez that if Silvio did not agree to force the partial re-opening at least of the Cenetis border, that Contreras would punish Silvio severely.

That would mean that Contreras would order the first hit since the 50's. Contreras didn't want to break Los Muertos Rosas' current peaceful streak. However... he really did hate Silvio. Maybe he would order the hit just for shits and gigs.

The current set back was causing Martin Contreras to re-think his current approach on the Catholic Church. Maybe he needed to intimidate the Ascaloni Catholic Church, instead of doing this cowardly sneaking around and purchasing business' like he was currently doing. Tattiglia and Edona were absolutely untouchable. If Contreras could even get a man near either of them, the man would be killed by one of their bodyguards almost instantly. However, there was another meddlesome member of the Catholic Church who was doing everything he could to fuck Los Muertos Rosas over. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Archbishop Dominic Basil. This man was certainly touchable. Contreras would have to think about it though...

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent Contreras looked outside the window of the private jet he and the Gonzalez twins were flying in. The Gonzalez Twins were both Capo's for the Los Muertos Rosas' crime family. They were going to act as Underboss Vincent Contreras' bodyguards for this sit down. Although it was expected to be peaceful, all three of the spanish mafioso were armed with FN FNP concealed pistols.

The destination for this visit was the northernmost tiny island off of the mainland Genoliari, this one was named Islo Regusa. They were meeting the Don of the Trapani family, one of the many mafia's active in Genoliari. There was a lot of opportunities to make money with the Trapani family... but by visiting them they were breaking part of the deal Los Muertos Rosas made with Frăţia Neargră. Frăţia Neargră was the very powerful and well armed mafia of Gorno-Altai. They deal was that neither mafia's would expand their business with out contacting the other. Oh well, what could those dirty Slavs do to Los Muertos Rosas?

 

[Minhdao]

The location where this sit down was to take place was nowhere else but Emilio Trapani's lavish beach house, one of many actually, on the western coast of Islo Regusa. The sun was shining and there was barely a cloud in the sky on this particular day. This beach house was private. Don Trapani had bought acres of land on Islo Regusa and he had barracaded it well. It had basically become a luxurious mafiosi fortress. Every now and then, black automobiles or undercover commercial vans stationed themselves outside the tall gates of the land hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was up to next. On this particualr day however, there were none. The government seemed to have cooled off in the last couple of weeks giving the Family a chance to stretch their legs a little. Men wearing clean suits coutured by Georgio Romani, a Genoa fashion designer, walked the premise and left no area without surveillance. They were of course armed as they would be any other day. Visible cameras surrounded the grounds as well. Trapani wanted visitors - whomever they may be - to know he was watching. Every important head of the Trapani Family were here with their automobiles parked within the premise.

Some of these elite men included Emilio Trapani Jr. who was the Don's oldest son. He was a capo. His consiliegre, or advisor, Philippo Lazare who was a bit older but very wise was always by Trapani's side. Two of many underbosses Salvatore Marino and Vincenzo Chianese were also here to attend and a few capos who would most likely remain quiet for the sit down. With his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, dark shades on, a thin mustach well groomed and a lit cigar in his mouth, Emilio looked over the balcony at the sea waves crashing upon the coast which he owned. He reminded His men about the Omerta before their visitors would arrive. The Omerta was a Genoa mafiosi pact or even a confidentiality agreement. In Genoa mafiosi tradition, when someone is "made" or when he joins the Family, he must cut the inside of his hand and make it bleed on the picture of a burning saint - usually the patron saint of the boss, in this case Emilio. This pact would ensure death upon the inside Family member who would betray the code of silence and codes of conduct. It was very strict and this was a list that the Genoa government, mainly the Speciale Forza Operativa (SFO) were aching to get their hands on. That being said, any highly confidential information or agreement to be passed on to the Muertos Rosas were to be passed on by Emilio himself and nobody else in the Family. They were here for input when asked.

Emilio's youngest son Benito had left for the landing strip in the rainforest about 26 minutes ago where he would pick up and deliver the guests to the sit-down location. He was to show them respect yet present himself with dignity like any Genoa would.

 

[Sheridan]

As the plan landed Vincent Contreras stood up and walked towards the door. Once going through the door and down the stairs he was at the landing strip. Vincent Contreras noticed a car, which must be there escort. He had to admit that the island was beautiful, and he would have to buy a house out here one day. He looked behind him to make sure that the Gonzalez twins were still behind him, they were, and so the three headed for the car. A young man stepped out of the car and greeted them.

 

[Minhdao]

Benito Trapani walked out of the car in the parking lot in the airtrip and waited as the Rosas Muertos underboss and two very similar men walked by both of his sides. Benito had to do a double take to make sure he was actually seeing a pair of twins with Vincent. Primmly dressed, he straightened out his suit, smiled and held his hand out for Mr. Contreras.

"It's nice to meet you sir." He greeted while shaking his hand. Vincetn Contreras introduced his compagnions. "I am Benito, and I will be escorting you to my father's home today. Please, make yourself comfortbale. It's a Genoa car." He joked.

All four men entered the vehicle.

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent Contreras got into the car with the Gonzalez twins, and is it started driving he looked at the other twins. They both nodded their approval of the car, but all stayed silent. Vincent wanted to represent Los Muertos Rosas as a mafia of soldiers, ready to kill for the family and for glory.

Eventually the car came up to a gate. Two guards peeked inside the car real quick before waving it through, and the car began to drive up the long driveway.

 

[Minhdao]

As Benito slowed down while driving in through the gate, two men equiped with riffles dressed in black and wearing shades protecting their eyes from the blaring sun of Genoliari appraoched the vehicle. Benito shut off the auto and opened the door on the right for Vincent. "Here we are Mr. Contrera. My father should be out momentarily. I am sure he has learnt of our arrival by now."

The two armed men looked at the Ascaloni guests. "I appologise Mr. Contrera, protocol." One of the men uttered as he bagen to search both he and the twins. "You can never be too careful in these parts." He smiled and waved them in. The yard was glimmering. Fountains, trees and old sculptures surrounded the manor. Benito and the armed men escorted their guests to the m ain entrance where Philippo Lazare, the consiliegre, was ready to greet them. he was an older, thinner man, but he could read anybody like a human lie-detector. "Welcome Mr. Contreras. My patron is on his way now..."

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent Contreras looked around the room. It was quite exquisite, clearly the Trapani family liked style. Vincent Contreras removed his designer aviator's as the Don came into the room...

 

[Minhdao]

Don Trapani slowly made his way down the large wooden steps of the entrance hall. being 73 years old, that wasn't often an easy task. But today he stood straight and glimmered when he saw his guests at the bottom of the steps. Soft Genoa Opera resonated in the backgground and a butler from somewhere in Himyar took the guests' jackst and hats respectively. The buterler bowed to Vincent and uttered "commendatore" which is a Genoa sign of respect.

Emilio Trapani held out his ahd to Vincent. "Mr. Contreras, it's been a longtime coming" he smiled as the Muertos Rosas underboss shook his hand back. His son Benito did the traditional mafiosi routines where he hugged and kissed the boss on his cheek, again, in sign of respect. In this case his fatrher.
"Please come this way. I have a room full of my closest friends and associates upstairs. They'll be glad to meet you all." Trapani and Contreras began walking ahead side-by-side while the others followed close behind.

 

[Sheridan]

Vincent Contreras was very impressed with this house. It was much better, in Vincent's opinion, than Don Martin Contreras' home in Faenza city. Martin's home was nothing more than a skyscraper that had been transformed into a front for Los Muertos Rosas' boss. Once Vincent and Trapani entered the room Vincent went around introducing himself to all of the men inside the room. After all the introductions were made, everyone took a seat. Vincent spoke after recieving a nod by Don Trapani signalling for Vincent to speak.

"As a sign of respect, and a hope for cooperation between our two families, Los Muertos Rosas wishes to extend it's hand to the Trapani family. Los Muertos Rosas is currently expanding their business, and have taken quite an interest in Genoliari, which seems to be a country which is sympathetic to our way of business. Los Muertos Rosas wishes to know if our families can set up smuggling operations within one another's countries, and set up a sort of trading system between us."

 

[Minhdao]

Don Trapani was indeed immediately intrigued with this offer. However, he never showed much emotion. He nodded to his consiligre Philippo Lazare who looked like he was aching to speak. As he nodded, Emilio got up and poured his guests a glass of authentic red wine from Islo Noto. Lazare bagen, "We were thinking of the same idea as you were. But then comes to border problems..." Lazare finished as Emilio took the helm. "We could easily smuggle all kinds of things on the western coast of Genoliari. The north and east are more heavily patroled due to constant conflicts eastward." He sat back down after serving everyone. "But what would also make a quicker root would be setting up a deal with another family in Gorno-Altai to corss over Himyar quicker and ship the stuf over to Genoliari and vise-versa." Salvatore Martino then nodded so he may speak, "We have many poppy fields here and refineries across these woods to convert them into heroine. There is a big market for those towards your region in Himyar. This would be a perfect oppertunity to mak,e good business. We send you your share, pay for your shipping troubles and then we trade and in the long-run, both make a profit." Emilion laughed. "Lisyten to you! You sound like a cheap Khazar." Them room chuckled. "But in all seriousness, this would be benefecial for both sides. And not just drugs, weapons, information all things of the sort."

Emilio left that on the table for Contreras to consider.

 

[Sheridan]

"Yes there is indeed a large market for heroine in Himyar, Ascalon especially. Our government is so anti-drug abuse that our population is simply aching for a release from the horrors of the world. I do agree on your methods of shipping, but I want to add something. My older brother, Don Martin Contreras owns the largest weapons company in Himyar, Faenza Nacional. We could supply your family with weapons to help it fight the mafia war which is apparently becoming more and more violent within Genoliari. Also, I may add that if you were to somehow get your government to agree to join the SEEDT alliance, we would have absolutely no trouble smuggling in and out of the Himyari states. This is due to the mandatory easing of travel that occurs when one joins. Just a little side info for you."