[Rich]

The Oddfather, Joey, Op and two other guards walk towards Robby. The Oddfather steps forward to speak with him.

Oddfather: Hello again.

Robby nods his head.

Oddfather:*to guards* This shouldn't take long, one of you go in and tell the Barman I'm here, I need to talk to the Manager. Joey, you go.

Joey starts to walk.

Oddfather: Oh! And tell him to get the usual at our table.

Joey walks through the door as the Oddfather begins to speak to Robby. The Club is full. He makes his way through the crowds to the bar. The Barman comes to him.

Joey: The Don's here, he wants his usual. And he wants to see your boss.

The Barman nods to a mudokon waiter who takes the round of drinks to a large empty table in a quiet are of the club.
Joey leans on the bar.

He had been thinking all day why the boss wanted such tight security. He looks around the club. There are twice as many guards as usual.

Joey:*thinking* I wonder if this is to do with the big thing he's planning.

Of course Joey asking his boss this question would be like taking candy from a baby whos mother was an enraged Scrab with a Slig skewering fetish.

Joey scans the club. Then he sees the answer.
He walks up to a Glukkon sitting on his own in a dark corner of the room. The Glukkon is wearing a pinstripe suit and smoking a large cigar. His scowls when he sees Joey.

Glukkon: What do you want?

Joey: How are you Farzo? Shot any of your customers lately.

Farzo:*angry* Look that never happens!

Joey Smiles and winks.
Farzo shifts around in his chair.

Farzo:*smiling* Unless they really piss me off! Joey what can I do for ya?

Joey laughs too. Farzo is the owner of the Lucky Gluk casino.
He is famous in Mafia Quarters for organising the deaths of some his customers when they win too much than he's prepared to give. He is also a reliable informant as he talks to a lot of powerful people.

Joey: I need info. I've got no money for you but I swear its urgent.

Farzo: Fire away.

Joey: Lately the boss seems very cautious. He's had loads more security put into the Hotel and he's got loads more guards around. I mean look at today, he's had about three cars come to the club with us and he usually only needs Op.

Farzo frowns.

Farzo: Joey, I can't tell you anything...

Joey: You know something.

Farzo: I'm not telling you.

Joey: Please! I must find out it's driving me mad.

Farzo: OK, Ok but you didn't hear it from me. It's only a rumour but, one of my reliable gamblers says...

Joey: What?

Farzo: It's only a rumour...

Joey: What is!

Farzo:*whispering* Someone or some group or something is...

Joey: Yes?

Farzo:*sighing* going to try and kill the Godfather...