[center]Grant Coleman - Golden Eagle Bar - Finn [@Juniper] and Nathalie [@wolverbells]

After the unfolding conflict, Coleman's crew and their new members took a half-hour drive back to their foxhole - a bar left over from the civil rights era called the the Golden Eagle. During a time where a blacks were unable to express themselves publicity, the Golden Eagle opened to give colored people that privilege. Famous artists from all over the world traveled through there, performing their music in hopes of fueling the movement that eventually gave the decent human rights. Now owned by a drug fueled kingpin, the Golden Eagle continued to house those trying to survive the oppression of the world. A paradox that Coleman loved to immerse himself into. 

In any case, the sun was now rising from the abyss. Night had come as quickly as it went and a new day was just beginning. Finn and Nathalie would wake up to find themselves locked in an empty supply closet. They were put there the night before to ensure their ability to comply with commands. They did not want to find themselves at odds with Grant Coleman and his temperament. Either way, it was breakfast time and the crew ate together so the door to their confinement flew open - a well known African tone greeting them ever so [i]gently[/i]. 

"Wake up whities!" the call came when the door flung open and crashed against the wall. Abeni stood there with a plate of grits and greasy bacon. "Breakfast is ready," she added, nodding for them to follow her suit. Coming out of the closet one could see most of the bar tables filled with men and women of all ethnicities. Many of them - just like Finn and Nathalie - had been robbed from their previous life and instructed to follow under Coleman's command. All of them however enjoying the luxuries of working with a man so connected to the world around them. 

Coleman was nowhere to be seen, Abeni guiding Finn and Nathalie to the kitchen to pick up their food. "This is Gregory, he was a chef before all of this craziness. He's still a chef," she said with a smile, a meaning behind her words the two newcomers may yet too understand. Gregory went ahead and fixed each of them a plate, handing it to them before they returned to the kitchen and were sat in their own booth, Abeni joining them momentarily. "We will be leaving soon for business, so eat fast." 

With that, the woman stepped away with her plate in hand - heading into the back office where Coleman appeared to be. The members around eyed the newbies, whispering amongst themselves. One actually stood from his seat and headed over in their direction, sitting down before them in their booth. "New guys huh?" he asked rhetorically, making himself comfortable in their presence. "Heard you guys stole from Mr. Grant, that real?" he asked them, referencing the items they took from the mall which in reality were [i]not[/i] Coleman's possessions. "What are your names? Mine's Jackson...It's a pleaser to meet you," he greeted, extending a hand and flashing a smirk.[/center]