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((Main room of the guild.))

Thieves Inc. 

Act 1: 52 Card Pickup

Booker looked around the new room of the New York City base.Subway cars could be heard above them giving away the location. After what had happened before he was not in the mood to have to redo everything. After his last attempt at this he thought it a miracle he could get this going. He was not going to flee and or burn down this guild. Nope not again and he would die before losing everything. Course he did not like thinking about that. Not after all he had lost.

He had just come out of the gym. A ragged and tired looking thing that most would not consider a gym. Booker thought it had style and class. The boxing ring in the center had a bit of emotional significance but that was a story for a later day. His new recruits were coming in today. A strange bunch they were. There was a sort of even number of both genders and none of them were slouches in their fields. A few otf the guys Booker was sort of excited to challenge to a fight. You leanred a lot about a person by fighting them. Though most had the same story or so he thought. Some sort of thing led them to a life of robbery and thus to him. He had personally recruited them himself. In person since he thought that it had been a good touch. None of them had seen his face since he had placed the plague doctor mask over his face. Again he was a bit dramatic but again class and all that.

He sat down behind the bar and started to pour himself a drink. Whiskey on the rocks since it was his favorite. He grabbed a seat by the projector and awaited his new recruits. None of them would know who he was. His mask covered his voice and face rather well. He had told them how to get here. It was simple just follow the red line till they found the location. A non descript door. He would know who they were instantly.