OOC: I got Fish's approval to do something a bit different here. These wise guys don't have a sheet for now: more on that later. [color=6ecff6][u][b]The New York Syndicate, Arriving at McCarran[/b][/u][/color] As the day turned to late evening, a lone jet airliner touched down at McCarran airport. Once the aircraft had taxied slowly to a stop, the gangplank was rolled up and five smartly dressed individuals stepped out and down onto the tarmac. Two men in suits, fedoras, and long overcoats came out first carrying tommy-guns locked firmly in their arms. The two men stepped aside, while keeping a careful watch on the surroundings as the other three disembarked. The next man down was exceptionally rotund man who wore a black and white pin-striped suit with an overcoat draped over his shoulders like a cape. His fingers bore several large jewel-encrusted rings, while a fine gold watch was tucked neatly into his jacket pocket, its chain partially visible. He walked carefully with an ebony cane down the gangplank. Behind him, a younger, thinner, spitting image of the large man trailed closely behind, helping his revered father down the gangplank. The younger man was dressed more modestly than his sire, but his dark blue suit was well tailored and his shoes were finely shined. "[i]Attenzione![/i]" The younger man said in a heavy Italian-american accent, "Be careful [i]papa'[/i]." The older man simply gave a huff as he finally stepped down over the gangplank. Both gentlemen turned as the final individual appeared out of the doorway and came down. A lovely dark-haired girl wearing an elegant, and slightly revealing, 20's 'flapper' style dress strolled down leisurely. A burning cigarette held in a slender ivory cigarette holder was clutched in her right hand. She took a single puff, and let the smoke waft out and into the Mojave evening air. "We're late, [i]Che peccato[/i]. It was that damn rad-storm." The young man gave an annoyed sigh, "But I suppose better late than never." The young woman simply grinned, "Well Vegas doesn't sleep little brother. You can [i]never [/i]be late." "[i]silenzioso![/i], Anthony, Lucia, both of you." The older gentlemen commander sternly, in a low thickly accented voice, "Lets not stand around gawking. I don't want to have any more delays." [i]"Yes papa."[/i] ----------- After taking the monorail to the Strip, the individuals made their way down and into the neon lights of New Vegas. Lucia was star-struck at the sights and sounds of this gleaming city in the desert, which was more lively and bright than even her own home. Whoever had built this place certainly had style, and more than a fair amount of class. Her thoughts raced as to which Casino she should try first, and how much money she could talk her father into giving her to spend here. Anthony was similarly impressed, but his thoughts were less concerned with gambling, and more with the logistics of it all. His interest lay in how such a feat of humanity had come to be. How had a city like this been carved out of such an inhospitable desert? He was similarly resolved to learn all this, and more, about this wondrous city. When the small group finally made their way into the Ultra Luxe, they walked into the gourmand to find, to their relief, that their were plenty of delegates still milling about. Although it was clear that something important must have occurred. "Don Salvatore Borgio, of the New York Syndicate, and his children, Anthony and Lucia," One of their bodyguards announced as they walked in. The New Yorkers made their way to an open area at the table, partly to allow the aging Don a chance to rest, and partly to gauge the state of the room. "[i]Scusa[/i]," The Don began, his voice tired and breathing heavy from the walk from the Mono rail station, "We were delayed. A radiation storm prevented us from leaving in time to arrive here. Where we're from, they're quite frequent, and often deadly. I'm afraid I know little of the groups here and I can tell things are coming to an end for today. It would be my honor to speak with any who wish to, and perhaps I can understand what happened before our arrival."