[color=f7941d][u][b]Ambassador Benjamin “Benny” Watts - Gomorrah - Morning, October 17th[/b][/u][/color] 

Benny was surprised when Dominic pulled forth what he assumed was the handle of the stiletto blade and angled it close to his chest. However, the Don pressed some hidden button on the object and it vomited forth a cigarette. Benny chuckled and took it gingerly. It was longer than usual, not unlike a cigarillo and he ran it under his nose to get a good whiff. It smelled strong and earthy with a hint of something almost spiced. 

“Smells delicious.” He smiled. 

 The old gangster smiled and he pulled out a gold-plated lighter. He lit Benny’s cigarette and then his own. For a moment the two men smoked in silence and Benny felt himself transported to New Reno. Sitting in a dimly lit lounge with Mr. Bishop, it made him uncomfortable and he was relieved when Dominic broke the tension. 

“Omerta. Means silence. You have my word, the Colonel won’t hear about it from me. Though I am curious why you’d trust me at all, I’m frankly flattered that you’d think little ol’ me important enough to hear details of what is obviously going to be a very sensitive operation before they even happen,” Dominic drew on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke calmly through the right side of his mouth, “But honestly, why should there would be any cause for concern at all? Colonel Abernathy is a loyal NCR man is he not? A patriot? Surely you aren’t suggesting he’d be capable of some sort of rebellion?”

Benny scoffed, “Rebellion? Not at all. While I haven’t met the Colonel personally I can attest he is a loyal son of the Republic. Very few members of the NCR military have been afforded the autonomy and power he was given with his governorship of the Mojave. The fact he hasn’t abused that power is, I believe, a clear indicator of his allegiance to the state. However,” Benny stated uneasily “As I am sure you are well aware through your own experience, when you give a man power and independence. He can sometimes be reluctant to see it lessen.” He emphasized the final word. Benny took a long drag and exhaled before a sip of coffee. The flavor of the bitter-acidic coffee paired well with the full flavor of the cigarette. 

“To be quite frank Mr. Dominic I tell you this information because I know how important the Dam and Helios is to your operation here. Without the power provided by those facilities, well the caps won’t exactly be rolling in if those slot machines aren’t running and people can’t see those dancers on stage. I believe a wise businessman such as yourself is invested in knowing how these facilities are protected and by whom. As private contractors the CSF agents assigned to the security of these posts will be afforded a greater amount of discretion in how they apply force.” Benny hoped the indication was clear. There would be no warnings, no arrests made. Trespassers would be shot. He took another drag and before Dominic could say anything he pivoted the conversation. 

“I came here today to do more than just establish a dialogue between the Van-Graff administration and the families of the Strip. I believe, and I hope you’ll agree, that the future stability and profitability of the Mojave relies on a strong central authority here in Vegas. Through your actions you have clearly made strides in securing swathes of this city under the control of the Omerta family. I hope that as things change and we move closer to annexation the Van-Graff administration can rely upon their [i]friends[/i] at the Gomorrah to step in when certain [i]misguided[/i] individuals show objection to the obvious betterment of the city and territory at large.” Benny gave him a politician's smile, full of nice white teeth.