[i]Early morning, Lucky Chance Club[/i]

Only the dregs remained. Even the bartender had gone home. Chance the Younger's had bowed out and headed higher up into the arcology to catch some rest before heading into work tomorrow. Most of the club-goers had headed home to their apartments, flats and studios. The only two remaining who actually mattered. Are Father and Son. Chance Sr. and Chance Jr. Both still wide awake for the most part, used to late nights and early days. They'd catch some rest later on in the day. The two leaned over a table together. Chance with an unactivated e-cig between his lips. Chance Sr. with a bottle of water at hand. They weren't as drunk as you might think really. Jr. had drank ginger ale most of the night. To keep his wits about him, and Chance Sr. had only two glasses of wine along with a full meal to play off the alcohol. So the pair are actually fairly sober as they sit in mutually respectful silence of the club.

After awhile Chance Sr. lets out a soft sigh, "I was going to tell you later son. But now is as good a time as any. You're a prospect in Tyre, and one of our rising stars in Tritech. So I spoke with your uncle, Abe. And he agrees with me, we're going to deal you into the business. There's a location, down by the Viroci Canal. You may have been there with your old friend Daniel Viroci? Of Viro Medical? Yeah him. Anyway. His mother Amelie Viroci, has brokered a turn around within the family. The Rollins Family gets a small amount of land, for the payment of a Eden Station at the south end of our Acrology location here. So it's more or less a straight up trade. Right now it's an empty lot. But your Uncle is willing to foot the bill for your first two upgrades to the location. And only the first two. Afterward, it's all out of your pocket. You know the deal here son. We all pay our way through. You'll be given a 2 month lee way period, but after that you'll be paying up the line. What you make of the location is up to you."

Chance Jr.'s eyebrows by now were trying to burrow into the fringe of his close cut hair, "You're serious here Dad?" He sounded a little iffy about the whole thing in the end really. Nothing in the Tyre Mafia comes without a price. Everyone knew that who had some connection to it. Rollins Senior nods slowly, "Yes son. Come on up to Management after Lunch. We'll draw everything up. Get Pulse is on over to Amelie, get her to sign off on it, then get Abe to sign as well." Chance nodded slowly, "Alright...thanks Dad. I'll do my best to make you proud." Rollins Sr. smiled, "You do that already son. You do that already." He stood up with a groan, "Ahhh...I'm going to head over to the Academy check in on the All Nighters in the Dream Machines. Go get a little rest. And think about what you want to set up." Chance Rollins Sr. picked up his bowler and headed off for the lifts to take him higher into the Arcology. Chance Jr. grinned brightly. Plans within plans. That's what you got to do, and he could do so much more now.